Loneliness Rhymes Novels & Stories

she mumbled beneath my breath, trying to face my reality. Few days later, My days have been used with loneliness and longing, he has reached out to me, nor given me a call. He always avoids me with every chance he gets, he doesn't even check up on me! My longing paints the room with hues of sorrow, each corner echoing the whispers of my heart calling out for him, a melody of love lost in the vast emptiness of the night.

"But it also sounds a little lonely, doesn't it?" For a moment, the man remained silent, the only sounds in the car the gentle hum of the engine and the distant chirping of crickets as evening continued to approach on dancing feet. Then, after a pause that seemed to stretch a little too long, he finally spoke. "I prefer to think of loneliness as relative, Vivienne."

Elias leaned against the balcony railing beside me. “But it feels different now.” I looked toward him quietly. He smiled faintly. “Before, loneliness felt endless.” The lantern horizon glowed silver-gold across the sky. “Now it just feels temporary.” Something inside me ached at those words. Not painfully. Healingly. Because temporary loneliness was another name for hope. The apartment behind us erupted suddenly. The creator shouted: “WHO PUT CINNAMON IN THE GARLIC BREAD?” The Devourer answered immediately:

He bit into the tubers and roots, showing fine, white teeth, and tore at the greens and berries until he had consumed everything he had brought. “You do not eat meat?” Poe asked after they had both satisfied their hunger. “Only a little when my body craves?” There was silence for a time except for the shifting flame and the whispering breeze. “Loneliness,” Poe said finally, as if speaking to the darkness, “is bone-wearing and eats at you. No one to share your thoughts with. No one to find solace or support from. In such isolation one can lose their humanity, become an empty vessel waiting to be filled, and not with something for the good.”

Bob fell quiet for several seconds before whispering, “Yer the only one I ever told them stories to, Carolyn. I promise. Only you. An even with all them others . . . I’m lonely too, cause yer the only one I want.” Carolyn wiped her face with the back of her hand, which of course didn’t help much because of her frosted gloves. Grunting, she ripped off one, turned it inside out and wiped her face as best she could. “You’re lying,” she rasped, her throat burning from the cold wind. “You’re not lonely at all. Not with all those others. And why so many, Bob? Why?” When no answer came right away, she stomped and screeched, “Why?”

Resting my head on the table, I clear mind listening to the song. ♪Bye bye happiness♪ ♪Hello loneliness♪ ♪I think I'm-a gonna cry-ya♪ ♪Bye bye love♪ ♪Bye bye sweet caress♪ ♪Hello emptiness♪ ♪I feel like I could die♪ ♪Bye bye my love goodbye♪ ♪There goes my baby with-a someone♪ new ... "Hey." I take off my shoe hauling it his way. The blond guy jumps back the shoe missing him by a inch. "Change the song." I growl looking pissed off.

I left and went back home. Everybody knows my name now But somethin' 'bout it still feels strange Like looking' in a mirror, tryna steady yourself And seein' somebody else And everything is not the same now It feels like all our lives have changed Maybe when I'm older, it'll all calm down But it's killin' me now What if you had it all But nobody to call? Maybe then you'd know me 'Cause I've had everything But no one's listening And that's just fuckin' lonely

I'd rather a death be quick and painless then of freaking starvation. I haven't been taken from my room in days. I wish I knew how long I've been here. Of course no one is probably looking. The only "friends" I had were the ones I worked with at the club. And my boss is probably pissed that I haven't shown up to work. So I'm never going to be found because no one is looking. Downsides of being a loner. If you ever get kidnapped, you're fucked.

In nick names Rj ,Aj, and Jj For our boys. Then Sj or Sky and Pj or Pip for our girls." He laughs that time and says," they are perfect names for all our perfect babies. " No one had come by yet because they wanted to give us the first day with our babies but tomorrow everyone will be here except Bri she isn't happy about that but we sent her pictures of all the babies and told her all there names. She loves the idea of the nicknames, and that made me happy. We all got a decent night's rest the babies waking us up some for feedings which are a little stressful because when one cries the others join since Brain can only hold two while I hold two and that still leaves one crying. So I try to f

Listening to the busy tone on the other end, Claire could feel the vein on her forehead was starting to pop. She called her assistant. "I want Robin's location in ten minutes."