Lydia : Writing

An End, Squared.

An End, Squared.

A Poem by Lydia


There must be more to life than love. There must be more to love than hate. He’d never really walk through Hell, She told me twice not to..
Unanswered Questions.

Unanswered Questions.

A Poem by Lydia


The victim or the fool - The choice is up to you, To take it all Or know nothing. Signs are wonders, Wandering past The speaking streetlights ..
A Dying Cause.

A Dying Cause.

A Poem by Lydia


If nobody’s listening, Then why do you speak? I lie lonely, Waiting for what I do not know, Waiting for everything. Tell me about infinit..
The Compass.

The Compass.

A Poem by Lydia


I’m headed south, To sit on a mountain Where I made my home once. I will sit on that mountain, In the arms of a man Who doesn’t lov..
Lunatic.

Lunatic.

A Poem by Lydia


Lunatic: I feel hope Looking at the moon. I feel death Looking at you. I can’t bear To stare at the sun, Just your shoulder, The one I..
Fleeing a Failure.

Fleeing a Failure.

A Poem by Lydia


I’m trying to fit my triangle Inside a square shaped hole. I’m getting frustrated At finding out my downfalls: I’m falling in ..
A Whimpered Bang.

A Whimpered Bang.

A Poem by Lydia


I’m no longer trying to be an accident, I’ve been there, I’ve done that, But I haven’t been able to do anything Of import..
Vanity, In Vain.

Vanity, In Vain.

A Poem by Lydia


Whirling hurricanes, Jokes I’ll never get, My inability to hula hoop, But I already got that. It’s not a newsflash That there&rsquo..
Stage Three.

Stage Three.

A Poem by Lydia


Your words are running through my head As I wonder what on Earth went wrong Besides everything in the universe. I’d gladly give up the feel..
Happiness is a Hollow Feeling.

Happiness is a Hollow Feeling.

A Poem by Lydia


Part II, following 'Loneliness is an Empty Gun.'