Yesterday, upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn’t there
He wasn’t there again today
I wish, I wish he’d go away…
When I came home last night at three
The man was waiting there for me
But when I looked around the hall
I couldn’t see him there at all!
Go away, go away, don’t you come back any more!
Go away, go away, and please don’t slam the door… (slam!)
Last night I saw upon the stair
A little man who wasn’t there
He wasn’t there again today
Oh, how I wish he’d go away…
Someone who feels a thousand miles past their youth… someone dependent… someone depressed… someone trying to change… someone with a Y name… someone who loves reading children’s books… someone who can’t make pastry… someone who lies here day after day… someone who is shopping for shoes to fit their giant feet… someone who loves a lot… someone with bad hair… someone feeling cabin fever… someone playing bad 90s music… someone feeling hungry and nauseous again… someone lying under a hot water bottle to stay warm… someone feeling very, very lazy… that’s me.
Good question.
I’m someone who used to know the answer.
Now I’m someone who wonders why.
Now I’m someone who wants out.
Now I’m someone who would change this whole world in an instant if I had the power.
Now I’m someone who wonders what could I possibly contribute to this world.
Now I’m someone who is content to just leave it to everyone else.
Now I’m someone who is tired.
Now I’m someone who sees no point.
Now I’m someone who knows that God really doesn’t need me.
Now I’m someone who is alive for no reason.
A winter’s day
In a deep and dark December;
I am alone,
Gazing from my window to the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
I’ve built walls,
A fortress deep and mighty,
That none may penetrate.
I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain.
It’s laughter and it’s loving I disdain.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
Don’t talk of love,
But I’ve heard the words before;
It’s sleeping in my memory.
I won’t disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.
If I never loved I never would have cried.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
I have my books
And my poetry to protect me;
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
And a rock feels no pain;
And an island never cries.
Who/what am I? I’m yet another human entity who was born and will probably die on the planet Earth, unless I get a chance to move to another planet or a space station someday.
Do they get emails in the afterlife?
Does anyone check credit scores in the hereafter?
Do bill collectors send collections agents into the next world? Does anyone care about debts incurred in this life in the next one?
Have you checked your inbox recently?
I thought I knew myself, I thought I knew myselves… Perhaps I’m crazy, lonely, anxious…. Maybe I crave any form of attention… Perhaps I’m so lost, I am unable to find me.. The real me… Call me darkness, embrace the dying light… Call me invisible. Call me Uso, the shadow..
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A suicidal loser
an anagram of that is “Luise, dial C. Rose.”
Also “Dull Oaisis Care”, “Dear, Lilac IS Uso”, and a few others…
I am Nobody! Who are you? Are you a Nobody too?
Who wants to know?
I’m who i want to be.
I am who I am, I can be nobody else.
Yesterday, upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn’t there
He wasn’t there again today
I wish, I wish he’d go away…
When I came home last night at three
The man was waiting there for me
But when I looked around the hall
I couldn’t see him there at all!
Go away, go away, don’t you come back any more!
Go away, go away, and please don’t slam the door… (slam!)
Last night I saw upon the stair
A little man who wasn’t there
He wasn’t there again today
Oh, how I wish he’d go away…
–Hughes Mearns
I am someone who is destined to die
Someone who feels a thousand miles past their youth… someone dependent… someone depressed… someone trying to change… someone with a Y name… someone who loves reading children’s books… someone who can’t make pastry… someone who lies here day after day… someone who is shopping for shoes to fit their giant feet… someone who loves a lot… someone with bad hair… someone feeling cabin fever… someone playing bad 90s music… someone feeling hungry and nauseous again… someone lying under a hot water bottle to stay warm… someone feeling very, very lazy… that’s me.
A Mistake
Good question.
I’m someone who used to know the answer.
Now I’m someone who wonders why.
Now I’m someone who wants out.
Now I’m someone who would change this whole world in an instant if I had the power.
Now I’m someone who wonders what could I possibly contribute to this world.
Now I’m someone who is content to just leave it to everyone else.
Now I’m someone who is tired.
Now I’m someone who sees no point.
Now I’m someone who knows that God really doesn’t need me.
Now I’m someone who is alive for no reason.
I am someone who lives with immense pain all day, every day. Pain of many kinds.
vvimarshana;
SIMON & GARFUNKEL LYRICS
“I Am A Rock”
A winter’s day
In a deep and dark December;
I am alone,
Gazing from my window to the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
I’ve built walls,
A fortress deep and mighty,
That none may penetrate.
I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain.
It’s laughter and it’s loving I disdain.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
Don’t talk of love,
But I’ve heard the words before;
It’s sleeping in my memory.
I won’t disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.
If I never loved I never would have cried.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
I have my books
And my poetry to protect me;
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
And a rock feels no pain;
And an island never cries.
Who/what am I? I’m yet another human entity who was born and will probably die on the planet Earth, unless I get a chance to move to another planet or a space station someday.
Do they get emails in the afterlife?
Does anyone check credit scores in the hereafter?
Do bill collectors send collections agents into the next world? Does anyone care about debts incurred in this life in the next one?
Have you checked your inbox recently?
Not for a while. I’m too sick at the moment to write emails but U can text me if you like
That’s understandable, no worries.
I forgot your number. Sorry.
Hope you get better soon.
Sent a reminder
I thought I knew myself, I thought I knew myselves… Perhaps I’m crazy, lonely, anxious…. Maybe I crave any form of attention… Perhaps I’m so lost, I am unable to find me.. The real me… Call me darkness, embrace the dying light… Call me invisible. Call me Uso, the shadow..
im nobody, who are you? Are you nobody too?
Yes I’m NoBuddy 🙁