Lonely

Lonely (Frente, 1992)

am i real and what do i feel
hate is half a heart
only i am in my arms

you were sold as something to hold
nothing's as rude as the cold
stupidly beautifoolish true you
maybe madness is a heart
maybe heaven is a habit

if i could fly i'd live in the sky
i'd come from why and obviously you do too
the very start of everything hard could be the slip of a fingertip

One of my favourite poems:

Im Nebel

Seltsam, im Nebel zu wandern!
Einsam ist jeder Busch und Stein.
Kein Baum sieht den andern,
Jeder ist allein.

Voll von Freunden war mir die Welt,
Als noch mein Leben licht war,
Nun, da der Nebel fällt,
Ist keiner mehr sichtbar.

Wahrlich, keiner ist weise,
Der nicht das Dunkel kennt,
Das unentrinnbar und leise
Von allen ihn trennt.

Seltsam, im Nebel zu wandern!
Leben ist Einsamsein.
Kein Mensch kennt den anderen,
Jeder ist allein.

(Hermann Hesse)

I found this translation on the net:

In the fog

It's strange to wallow in hazy fog
A lonely bush, a lonely stone
No tree can see another one
And one is all alone

The world was full of friends back then
As life was light to me
But now the fog has veiled the pole
And no one can I see

I'm sure that nobody is wise
Who doesn't know the dark
That inevitably and silently
Does him from others part

It's strange to wallow in hazy fog
Life is a lonely shore
No man can see another one
And one is all alone

(Hermann Hesse; translation by Elena Virnik)

Originally posted by Nordlys
One of my favourite poems:

Im Nebel

Seltsam, im Nebel zu wandern!
Einsam ist jeder Busch und Stein.
Kein Baum sieht den andern,
Jeder ist allein.

Voll von Freunden war mir die Welt,
Als noch mein Leben licht war,
Nun, da der Nebel fällt,
Ist keiner mehr sichtbar.

Wahrlich, keiner ist weise,
Der nicht das Dunkel kennt,
Das unentr ...[text shortened]... o man can see another one
And one is all alone

(Hermann Hesse; translation by Elena Virnik)

A Walk in the Garden

The heartless dark of night appears,
spreading death and reaping fears,
upon the tainted blood of men,
to only rest then feast again.

Mangled bones of lover lay
on bloodstained sheets as angels pray.
From heaven down to hell below
single heartbeat; even flow.

The joy of pain becomes as one
A sweet caress the deed is done.
Evil wrought with stagnent pride.
The Devil eats his way inside.

Once within the gardens gate
one must succumb to ones own fate
Lady passion, her whispers still
the beating heart, the strongest will

and when the the mornings light appears
so are gone the deadend fears
of mortal men who carry on
forgotten lust lift with the dawn.

Till all comes crashing to an end.
No more lover; no more friend.
Only coldness all around,
as you weep upon the ground,

and watch another day near done
with the fainting of the sun.
As for the angels, still they pray
over beds where lovers lay.

For in the night there will appear
a woman full of death and fear.
who'll feast upon the blood of men;
rest, then feast once again.

N.P/2000

Nice 🙂

Nothing Brings Me Down (Emiliana Torrini, 2005)

Home alone and happy
Nothing brings me down
Full of wine, unsteady
Nothing brings me down
What's left of the rain runs down my roof
Nothing brings me down
The night is lush the air is still
Nothing brings me down

Dum dum dum dum dum dum

The windows are open, the flies are in
Nothing brings me down
The phones are off the music's on
Nothing brings me down

Dum dum dum dum dum dum

Home alone and happy
Nothing brings me down
My love for you is ready
Nothing brings me down
My love for you is ready

Originally posted by mokko
A Walk in the Garden

The heartless dark of night appears,
spreading death and reaping fears,
upon the tainted blood of men,
to only rest then feast again.

Mangled bones of lover lay
on bloodstained sheets as angels pray.
From heaven down to hell below
single heartbeat; even flow.

The joy of pain becomes as one
A sweet caress the deed is done ...[text shortened]... death and fear.
who'll feast upon the blood of men;
rest, then feast once again.

N.P/2000

Days

What are days for?
Days are where we live.
They come, they wake us
Time and time over.
They are to be happy in:
Where can we live but days?

Ah, solving that question
Brings the priest and the doctor
In their long coats
Running over the fields.

Philip Larkin, 1953

Originally posted by UmbrageOfSnow
Who else out there is sitting alone at their computer looking at the forums of an internet chess site on a Friday night while all their friends are out having fun with girlfriends/boyfriends?

For how many is this how you usually spend friday nights?

I'm so lonely.

Originally posted by mokko
Welcome to my world buddy. :'(

Originally posted by arrakis
I discovered a way to make yourself feel better when you are depressed... 😵 Just rent a couple sci-fi movies where people are getting EATEN by alien bugs! <GASP!>

Okay, so if you can't get into that... the rent a couple of dramatic movies where people are being tortured or something goes wrong in their lives and they get paralyzed for life... or lo ...[text shortened]... crime they didn't commit!!! 😕

Yeah, all these things REALLY HAPPEN in life! So feel LUCKY!

Originally posted by arrakis
Sweetie, there aren't very many women who can hold a candle to your lovliness... You should be able to get any man you want. 😵
Perhaps the problem is you don't know what you want...

This thread is really depressing. Why don't you all head on down to the party thread, and have a good time.

Originally posted by ark13
This thread is really depressing. Why don't you all head on down to the party thread, and have a good time.

Originally posted by Nordlys
One of my favourite poems:

Im Nebel

Seltsam, im Nebel zu wandern!
Einsam ist jeder Busch und Stein.
Kein Baum sieht den andern,
Jeder ist allein.

Originally posted by Ponderable
actually I learned the poem by heart when i was in School,..

this just for info. I am not and I don't feel lonely. (But my wife thinks that chess is a silly game, so I have to look elseweher for games :-)