Feeling alone or separated. Pariah. Why wouldn’t you want to include everyone? We all deserve a chance to belong. Don’t be pushed aside. We will not be forgotten.
Tatiana
Secluded in a dark cell, alone, lonely, hopeless, hungry, impoverished, a future without a destiny, a repentant young man asked himself ‘why did I made that foolish 3D printed automatic rifle.’
Am I by myself in this world? Is there nothing better than being alone with just your mind and your drawings? Why is it that when all you want is to be secluded don’t get it? YET when I want a certain person to bother me they are no where to be found! No where near me.
Aubree
Everyone is secluded in this world because we have built walls around ourselves. We didn’t always have walls… and not only do they put barriers around us physically but also mentally. I don’t feel that way… it was Malcom X that said we are in a prison of the mind and I have spent a greater part of my life realizing that we are the opposite of secluded we are love.
Danny Bum
I felt like I couldnt fit in with everyone else’s plan. Who was I to think that I could? When i do the things I do…who in their right mind would find it something enjoyable? That’s the thing though that puzzles my mind. They do enjoy it. What a strange thing but it doesnt stop that overwhelming feeling. The emotion that swallows me whole into a deep pit of deception and defeat. Even when I am in the crowd it feels as if I am the only one walking this path. The only one to have stepped foot in this enclosing personal darkness. How is it that despite that I have enough knowledge to know that I am not alone? I always feel that I am the only one. The only one who knows my pain? Feels that my suffering is so miniscule? Why is it that I make myself secluded when all I want is to be accepted? Must I always crush my own happiness? Push away the people I love? Its a habit that I have shoved into the depths of my heart and soul. I can not fix my broken mind but I am the only one who has the tools to repair it. How can you feel anymore helpless than that? Be anymore helpless than that and to top it off…all you have is yourself. You just have your mind telling you that you cant do this or that. Displaying your worthless attributes all over the dinner table. At least if you were at the table you would be with others, but oh thats right you only made a reservation for one. You put these things on yourself and you know it. You do it on purpose to wallow in your pity. That is the only way you can do it that is, by yourself.
We’re all a little bit afraid of being secluded, but the irony is, we’re usually the ones imposing it on ourselves. Preemptive damage, if you will. It’s okay to be alone, we learn eventually, after all this pain, we learn it’s okay to be alone…
I felt like I couldnt fit in with everyone else’s plan. Who was I to think that I could? When i do the things I do…who in their right mind would find it something enjoyable? That’s the thing though that puzzles my mind. They do enjoy it. What a strange thing but it doesnt stop that overwhelming feeling. The emotion that swallows me whole into a deep pit of deception and defeat. Even when I am in the crowd it feels as if I am the only one walking this path. The only one to have stepped foot in this enclosing personal darkness. How is it that despite that I have enough knowledge to know that I am not alone? I always feel that I am the only one. The only one who knows my pain? Feels that my suffering is so miniscule? Why is it that I make myself secluded when all I want is to be accepted? Must I always crush my own happiness? Push away the people I love? Its a habit that I have shoved into the depths of my heart and soul. I can not fix my broken mind but I am the only one who has the tools to repair it. How can you feel anymore helpless than that? Be anymore helpless than that and to top it off…all you have is yourself. You just have your mind telling you that you cant do this or that. Displaying your worthless attributes all over the dinner table. At least if you were at the table you would be with others, but oh thats right you only made a reservation for one. You put these things on yourself and you know it. You do it on purpose to wallow in your pity. That is the only way you can do it that is, by yourself.
Amira
alone, but not really, i have tons of friends but at the end of the day seclusion is what i feel. the thoughts, possibly i’m the only one who thinks this way, but this can’t be true,
the seclusion comes from choice, as with my thoughts, i choose to be different and the seclusion will never hurt my feelings
Ashley
In a musty basement or in the highest tower of the fanciest castle, being alone can be good. Being secluded for too long, however can lead to insanity.
John
she sat alone with a pen in her hand and a slip of paper wedged between her clammy fingers. she had been her own best friend for so long — just her and her writing; but, maybe that wasn’t enough anymore.
“Do you know what it was like, being trapped in your mind and secluded from the world?” Chas whispered. “Getting tortured every day in your unconscious? To have acid rain down on your head until your skin was burnt off and your very bones showed through, and then wake up and realize you weren’t dead? Or to be drowned multiple times in your dreams until you no longer can take a shower without vomiting? To watch someone you love die a thousand different times in a thousand different ways every time you close your eyes? Do you know what it’s like to fear sleep and crave death instead?” he drops his gaze, his voice a low growl. “No, you know nothing about it. So don’t judge me as if you do.”
It was a little island off the coast of a little town. No one ever stepped on to it, not even the fishermen because, according to the locals the island, most of it hidden by tall trees, was haunted.
Sai
I am I all alone in a place full of light.
The whistles of birds and the smell of smoke rings on the breeze.
The chatter of unseen young lovers.
Catherine
The last phone booth in Culver City is in a secluded site, between two buildings. No calls are ever made from this phone, it has become a urinal for the homeless.
marylee
isolation, feeling trapped away from society, non conformity, alienated from society, being an alien from another planet…….feeling trapped, claustrophobic……..out of touch with society, feeling different then everybody else is
nayem
I am always secluded. Even in the midst of a crowd, I feel alone. It’s partially by choice and also just my nature. Sometimes it is a blessing and other times it’s the bane of my life.
The forest was the only place in my busy life where I could just be alone. I mean, is that too much to ask for, occasionally? Being alone? Having a few seconds of much-needed peace?
madcow
I secluded myself in my room. I am having a ruff day, and needed to be by myself. I completely forgot my locker combination, leaving my phone locked in until tomorrow. I have a five page biology packet and art study guide due. Finals are next week, too. I can’t read my book until my mom comes home because I left it in her car.
You’re probably thinking I’m a pathetic human being for making a big deal of such little things,but honestly they add up in my already cluttered head. I can’t wait for summer, so I can just get a break. Oh! I forgot, I am extremely sunburned, to top it all off. So there ya have it folks, my awesome life.
I love words. They can be said, sang, written, and read. It’s wonderful, putting random shapes, we call letters, together to form a thing, that we call words. My favorite word is word, which is ironic. I use ironic and hypocrite, more than I should. I swear too, which I shouldn’t but that never stops me. Words,think about them.
I was in the car. Mad, from how the day went. What set me off even more, was my sister. Who was swearing at the traffic. I just kept quiet for the most part, well for some part. We kept driving, when I saw two kids walking. They put their backpacks on forward, for a number of reason: to draw attention (which most kids do these days), or to be orginal (which they aren’t) or for laughs (not funny, kiddies). You may not think of anything if you saw them, but that is what I thought.
I got lemon gum for Easter. I didn’t expect it to be good. I thought ‘ew, lemon… Sour… Gross’. But, believe it or not, I love it. It’s like drinking sweet lemonade. Next time you buy gum, buy lemon gum.
“Here. We should be safe here.”
I looked around. The glen was dark, secluded, but it seemed safe. Which was more than I could say for the rest of the forest we were currently trapped in. “Are you sure?”
She nodded. “I’m sure, Pella. We’ll be alright.”
I nodded and let myself fall to the ground. “Good. I’m exhausted.”
She chuckled, though she too sounded tired. “Why don’t you get some sleep? I’ll take first watch.”
I frowned. “That doesn’t seem fair.”
She shrugged and dropped into a crouch. “I don’t mind.”
I was sitting in this secluded place called my mind. I was only there to play soccer with my brain. Nothing else, just your occasional beat a thought around the brain game. It was so secluded not even my deepest fears would dare come near it. Today my brain is like this giant ball of nothing.
Ana-Maria Gheorghe
On a dark and lonely path, I walk towards my favourite tree in the forest. The moonlight shines through the canopy colouring the area in silver and grey.
Stephen Francis
We are all secluded within ourselves.
Some of us are fickle and superficial enough that the seclusion is only an illusion.
It’s right under the surface.
For some of us it goes deeper.
Deep into the well within all of our souls that reaches so far down that it may go all teh way through China.
Through the center of the Earth.
Deeper and deeper until we’ve lost our way back out.
secluded, scared, it can mean many things, scarcity , inevtability, when i think of secluded i think of safe , not alone , tucked in , we are scared of secluded pl
hemingway
A thick gathering of flowers and shrubs cornered the yard, and she sat there happily, fingers roping down the page of her notebook. Sunshine ripped across the dirt-scented air in the most charming way, and she found an equally unsettling and settling feeling that she would always be alone.
The secluded room was quiet, just what the doctor order. By doctor, of course she meant editor. Less than twelve hours left before her deadline. 12 more hours of insanity before just could breathe and rest again. She looked out the window at the softly falling snow before once again, sitting at her laptop to stare at the screen.
secluded gardens in which the air is charmed and no one is looking. we run in circles and create a tornado of wealth in the form of yellow spirits. the wind blows through the middle in order to resurrect dead corpses for the benefit of civilisation. the wind is waiting to see us unite in one form. the forest is cleared and so in our space we drink wine and celebrate/ the flowers sprout to celebrate the birthing of a new earthing the singing of a new bringing together of people.
earthy
Secluded oaks sheltered from the rain in a tight embrace. How can one be secluded when surrounded by so many others like them? The gentle oaks in the verdant forests, canopied by stars and rain. Secluded, yet not alone.
Lisa
when one takes themselves away from all the unecessary components of life and finds that they are perfectly content with themselves in a space of quietude and solace
mark
Seeing you stare through me is imprisonment without just cause,
I incriminate myself and plead guilty,
Perhaps to lead a life secluded from you,
Feeling complete isolation to negate being barred in by my own fears of complacency,
A seclusion so deep, so dark, that our supposed love can’t even be etched in the concrete walls of the prison you locked me in,
Did you lock me in…
Or did I have the key this whole time?
She sits alone in the forest, sunlight lancing gently through the verdant leaves like a whisper. The wind rustles her hair like a lover carding his or her fingers through, letting it fall quietly to her shoulders with a reluctant sigh.
Nathan
cold, lonely, smells of dust and mildew, long hours, pacing feet through arduous moments. All in my head. Nothing to say, lost in the seconds
g
somewhere, deep within this cave that once was an effervescent mind, youve hidden a box, intricately ornamented with inlays of your childhood adventures and a lock made from the bitterness youve come across throughout your journey. seeds of a future are slowly rotting in it. i will delicately pry the lock open because i feel your mind needs more greenery, my dear.
She lived in her home alone, secluded from all those who knew her, and yet she wasn’t alone. She felt the presence of peace around her each day with the beauty of her home.
This part of the jogging path was secluded from the park. Usually she enjoyed her run in the quiet of the night, but something about the thick copse of trees on each side made her feet move just a bit faster. She felt eyes bore into her back as she broke out into a full run. Her breath panted harder as footsteps began to echo hers from behind. They were getting faster, closer.. She didn’t dare glance back. Run just run, she told her feet, and they might make it out alive.
This word reminds me of a distant forest in a distant dream were the sun shines through the thick green leaves. Its peaceful yet at the same time its a very sad kinda peace. I feel secluded.
mushu
my home is in secluded area. although my village is secluded, i am happy with it. you dont know how happy i am because i didnt care about it. not even care.
Wan Nur Farhanah
i don’t even know what to do with this… i feel like i’m not supposed to be here. is this real? is this real LIFE? is everyone as lost as i am? why would i have to choose like this, out of nowhere?
Bibiana
away, lonely. no hope or friends to save me from myself. i love you but we could never be. perfection is what you crave and i’m too far away.
coutzie
i am alone and
here
there is not so much sunlight but
here is the days them long ago I felt across myself and
Feeling alone or separated. Pariah. Why wouldn’t you want to include everyone? We all deserve a chance to belong. Don’t be pushed aside. We will not be forgotten.
Secluded in a dark cell, alone, lonely, hopeless, hungry, impoverished, a future without a destiny, a repentant young man asked himself ‘why did I made that foolish 3D printed automatic rifle.’
Am I by myself in this world? Is there nothing better than being alone with just your mind and your drawings? Why is it that when all you want is to be secluded don’t get it? YET when I want a certain person to bother me they are no where to be found! No where near me.
Everyone is secluded in this world because we have built walls around ourselves. We didn’t always have walls… and not only do they put barriers around us physically but also mentally. I don’t feel that way… it was Malcom X that said we are in a prison of the mind and I have spent a greater part of my life realizing that we are the opposite of secluded we are love.
I felt like I couldnt fit in with everyone else’s plan. Who was I to think that I could? When i do the things I do…who in their right mind would find it something enjoyable? That’s the thing though that puzzles my mind. They do enjoy it. What a strange thing but it doesnt stop that overwhelming feeling. The emotion that swallows me whole into a deep pit of deception and defeat. Even when I am in the crowd it feels as if I am the only one walking this path. The only one to have stepped foot in this enclosing personal darkness. How is it that despite that I have enough knowledge to know that I am not alone? I always feel that I am the only one. The only one who knows my pain? Feels that my suffering is so miniscule? Why is it that I make myself secluded when all I want is to be accepted? Must I always crush my own happiness? Push away the people I love? Its a habit that I have shoved into the depths of my heart and soul. I can not fix my broken mind but I am the only one who has the tools to repair it. How can you feel anymore helpless than that? Be anymore helpless than that and to top it off…all you have is yourself. You just have your mind telling you that you cant do this or that. Displaying your worthless attributes all over the dinner table. At least if you were at the table you would be with others, but oh thats right you only made a reservation for one. You put these things on yourself and you know it. You do it on purpose to wallow in your pity. That is the only way you can do it that is, by yourself.
We’re all a little bit afraid of being secluded, but the irony is, we’re usually the ones imposing it on ourselves. Preemptive damage, if you will. It’s okay to be alone, we learn eventually, after all this pain, we learn it’s okay to be alone…
I felt like I couldnt fit in with everyone else’s plan. Who was I to think that I could? When i do the things I do…who in their right mind would find it something enjoyable? That’s the thing though that puzzles my mind. They do enjoy it. What a strange thing but it doesnt stop that overwhelming feeling. The emotion that swallows me whole into a deep pit of deception and defeat. Even when I am in the crowd it feels as if I am the only one walking this path. The only one to have stepped foot in this enclosing personal darkness. How is it that despite that I have enough knowledge to know that I am not alone? I always feel that I am the only one. The only one who knows my pain? Feels that my suffering is so miniscule? Why is it that I make myself secluded when all I want is to be accepted? Must I always crush my own happiness? Push away the people I love? Its a habit that I have shoved into the depths of my heart and soul. I can not fix my broken mind but I am the only one who has the tools to repair it. How can you feel anymore helpless than that? Be anymore helpless than that and to top it off…all you have is yourself. You just have your mind telling you that you cant do this or that. Displaying your worthless attributes all over the dinner table. At least if you were at the table you would be with others, but oh thats right you only made a reservation for one. You put these things on yourself and you know it. You do it on purpose to wallow in your pity. That is the only way you can do it that is, by yourself.
alone, but not really, i have tons of friends but at the end of the day seclusion is what i feel. the thoughts, possibly i’m the only one who thinks this way, but this can’t be true,
the seclusion comes from choice, as with my thoughts, i choose to be different and the seclusion will never hurt my feelings
In a musty basement or in the highest tower of the fanciest castle, being alone can be good. Being secluded for too long, however can lead to insanity.
she sat alone with a pen in her hand and a slip of paper wedged between her clammy fingers. she had been her own best friend for so long — just her and her writing; but, maybe that wasn’t enough anymore.
“Do you know what it was like, being trapped in your mind and secluded from the world?” Chas whispered. “Getting tortured every day in your unconscious? To have acid rain down on your head until your skin was burnt off and your very bones showed through, and then wake up and realize you weren’t dead? Or to be drowned multiple times in your dreams until you no longer can take a shower without vomiting? To watch someone you love die a thousand different times in a thousand different ways every time you close your eyes? Do you know what it’s like to fear sleep and crave death instead?” he drops his gaze, his voice a low growl. “No, you know nothing about it. So don’t judge me as if you do.”
It was a little island off the coast of a little town. No one ever stepped on to it, not even the fishermen because, according to the locals the island, most of it hidden by tall trees, was haunted.
I am I all alone in a place full of light.
The whistles of birds and the smell of smoke rings on the breeze.
The chatter of unseen young lovers.
The last phone booth in Culver City is in a secluded site, between two buildings. No calls are ever made from this phone, it has become a urinal for the homeless.
isolation, feeling trapped away from society, non conformity, alienated from society, being an alien from another planet…….feeling trapped, claustrophobic……..out of touch with society, feeling different then everybody else is
I am always secluded. Even in the midst of a crowd, I feel alone. It’s partially by choice and also just my nature. Sometimes it is a blessing and other times it’s the bane of my life.
Are trees lonely? They live hundred watching as everything around them dies and decays. Humans we think we are alone. but never like the trees are
The forest was the only place in my busy life where I could just be alone. I mean, is that too much to ask for, occasionally? Being alone? Having a few seconds of much-needed peace?
I secluded myself in my room. I am having a ruff day, and needed to be by myself. I completely forgot my locker combination, leaving my phone locked in until tomorrow. I have a five page biology packet and art study guide due. Finals are next week, too. I can’t read my book until my mom comes home because I left it in her car.
You’re probably thinking I’m a pathetic human being for making a big deal of such little things,but honestly they add up in my already cluttered head. I can’t wait for summer, so I can just get a break. Oh! I forgot, I am extremely sunburned, to top it all off. So there ya have it folks, my awesome life.
I love words. They can be said, sang, written, and read. It’s wonderful, putting random shapes, we call letters, together to form a thing, that we call words. My favorite word is word, which is ironic. I use ironic and hypocrite, more than I should. I swear too, which I shouldn’t but that never stops me. Words,think about them.
I was in the car. Mad, from how the day went. What set me off even more, was my sister. Who was swearing at the traffic. I just kept quiet for the most part, well for some part. We kept driving, when I saw two kids walking. They put their backpacks on forward, for a number of reason: to draw attention (which most kids do these days), or to be orginal (which they aren’t) or for laughs (not funny, kiddies). You may not think of anything if you saw them, but that is what I thought.
I got lemon gum for Easter. I didn’t expect it to be good. I thought ‘ew, lemon… Sour… Gross’. But, believe it or not, I love it. It’s like drinking sweet lemonade. Next time you buy gum, buy lemon gum.
“Here. We should be safe here.”
I looked around. The glen was dark, secluded, but it seemed safe. Which was more than I could say for the rest of the forest we were currently trapped in. “Are you sure?”
She nodded. “I’m sure, Pella. We’ll be alright.”
I nodded and let myself fall to the ground. “Good. I’m exhausted.”
She chuckled, though she too sounded tired. “Why don’t you get some sleep? I’ll take first watch.”
I frowned. “That doesn’t seem fair.”
She shrugged and dropped into a crouch. “I don’t mind.”
I was sitting in this secluded place called my mind. I was only there to play soccer with my brain. Nothing else, just your occasional beat a thought around the brain game. It was so secluded not even my deepest fears would dare come near it. Today my brain is like this giant ball of nothing.
On a dark and lonely path, I walk towards my favourite tree in the forest. The moonlight shines through the canopy colouring the area in silver and grey.
We are all secluded within ourselves.
Some of us are fickle and superficial enough that the seclusion is only an illusion.
It’s right under the surface.
For some of us it goes deeper.
Deep into the well within all of our souls that reaches so far down that it may go all teh way through China.
Through the center of the Earth.
Deeper and deeper until we’ve lost our way back out.
secluded, scared, it can mean many things, scarcity , inevtability, when i think of secluded i think of safe , not alone , tucked in , we are scared of secluded pl
A thick gathering of flowers and shrubs cornered the yard, and she sat there happily, fingers roping down the page of her notebook. Sunshine ripped across the dirt-scented air in the most charming way, and she found an equally unsettling and settling feeling that she would always be alone.
The secluded room was quiet, just what the doctor order. By doctor, of course she meant editor. Less than twelve hours left before her deadline. 12 more hours of insanity before just could breathe and rest again. She looked out the window at the softly falling snow before once again, sitting at her laptop to stare at the screen.
secluded gardens in which the air is charmed and no one is looking. we run in circles and create a tornado of wealth in the form of yellow spirits. the wind blows through the middle in order to resurrect dead corpses for the benefit of civilisation. the wind is waiting to see us unite in one form. the forest is cleared and so in our space we drink wine and celebrate/ the flowers sprout to celebrate the birthing of a new earthing the singing of a new bringing together of people.
Secluded oaks sheltered from the rain in a tight embrace. How can one be secluded when surrounded by so many others like them? The gentle oaks in the verdant forests, canopied by stars and rain. Secluded, yet not alone.
when one takes themselves away from all the unecessary components of life and finds that they are perfectly content with themselves in a space of quietude and solace
Seeing you stare through me is imprisonment without just cause,
I incriminate myself and plead guilty,
Perhaps to lead a life secluded from you,
Feeling complete isolation to negate being barred in by my own fears of complacency,
A seclusion so deep, so dark, that our supposed love can’t even be etched in the concrete walls of the prison you locked me in,
Did you lock me in…
Or did I have the key this whole time?
She sits alone in the forest, sunlight lancing gently through the verdant leaves like a whisper. The wind rustles her hair like a lover carding his or her fingers through, letting it fall quietly to her shoulders with a reluctant sigh.
cold, lonely, smells of dust and mildew, long hours, pacing feet through arduous moments. All in my head. Nothing to say, lost in the seconds
somewhere, deep within this cave that once was an effervescent mind, youve hidden a box, intricately ornamented with inlays of your childhood adventures and a lock made from the bitterness youve come across throughout your journey. seeds of a future are slowly rotting in it. i will delicately pry the lock open because i feel your mind needs more greenery, my dear.
She lived in her home alone, secluded from all those who knew her, and yet she wasn’t alone. She felt the presence of peace around her each day with the beauty of her home.
This part of the jogging path was secluded from the park. Usually she enjoyed her run in the quiet of the night, but something about the thick copse of trees on each side made her feet move just a bit faster. She felt eyes bore into her back as she broke out into a full run. Her breath panted harder as footsteps began to echo hers from behind. They were getting faster, closer.. She didn’t dare glance back. Run just run, she told her feet, and they might make it out alive.
This word reminds me of a distant forest in a distant dream were the sun shines through the thick green leaves. Its peaceful yet at the same time its a very sad kinda peace. I feel secluded.
my home is in secluded area. although my village is secluded, i am happy with it. you dont know how happy i am because i didnt care about it. not even care.
i don’t even know what to do with this… i feel like i’m not supposed to be here. is this real? is this real LIFE? is everyone as lost as i am? why would i have to choose like this, out of nowhere?
away, lonely. no hope or friends to save me from myself. i love you but we could never be. perfection is what you crave and i’m too far away.
i am alone and
here
there is not so much sunlight but
here is the days them long ago I felt across myself and
hello ye inexplicable wonder oh another