Alone Together – Guest Blog, My Baby (Audio)

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Guest writer.  My favorite poet and thrift store buddy.  My baby wrote this.  She hates that I don’t use punctuation.   Some of you have not seen this yet.  It was written by my 15 year old daughter.  My kids are so cool.

 

Alone – For ages, no one there to hold you when your are sad

You are different

People don’t understand you

Do they even try

My brain is different

Though many think I am

Outgoing

Funny

Weird

It is all but a mask

I think that if I am loud and energetic

People will want to be around me

That they will like me

I do this so I don’t have to be alone

The funny part is

I think I want company

That I want a liking to radiate and surround me like smoke

But then, I think of it further and I decide

I do not want it

I decide that it does not make me feel accompanied

But in fact more alone

It makes me feel a sense of aloneness

No one I have met is quite like me

What I mean by this is that I like to write, and listen to classical pianists play

Sometimes the notes I hear rush from the piano

Stealing tears from my eyes

Sadly I do not know what causes the wet drops that birth from my eyes

Believe me, I wish I did

Is it that their playing is so beautiful that I ooze jealousy

Or is it that I relate with the music

Maybe it is that with each note I hear a different emotion erupting from my soul

A new thought, memory, daydream

No one feels this way as far as I am aware

And it saddens me greatly

I like to think that I am normal, just like everyone else

But I can not lie, especially to my self

I like to look at my paintings

I have tried to paint, but alas, I am no good

Even though I am handicapped by the actual action of painting I can still gaze upon the beauty of Van Gogh

Who at this very moment is my favorite artist

The way his paintings mesh so perfectly together, and not one stroke looks out of place

His attention to detail is impeccable

And inspires me daily

Not only are his paintings appealing to me

So is his darkness

He was a sad man, suicidal

But through his darkness a light was shone, his art

He took his darkness and poured it out on to a bare canvas making light

When I think of Van Gogh I feel not alone

I feel like we are, in some odd way, alike

Although I have not found my light like he, his paintings

I have faith I will one day

I am like Van Gogh

We are alone together

I like photographs of my family, of my friends, of strangers

I prefer old photos

As I feel they have more history behind them

But new ones are OK I suppose

Pictures of happy people, feelings of love and warmth

Pictures of people laughing, I love them all

But sad ones I would have to say are my favorites

I feel happy gets old

But sad – When you see a sad picture you get the opportunity to ask yourself why, what happened

I find that interesting

I feel not alone when I see those photos

The sad looking pictures are like me

We relate

I am like the photos

We are alone

Together

Scary movies also intrigue me

The characters in them are also scared and confused

Looking for a way out just like I am

I am like the characters

We are alone together

Although people may be like me

I am still alone

And so is everyone else

We are alone together

35 thoughts on “Alone Together – Guest Blog, My Baby (Audio)”

  3. I love hearing the words. I find where the poet is able to explain, in the reading, what my eyes may not quite see, and my own mind, may not emphasize. Thank you for the revisit!

    • That’s my baby. She don’t know yet what it is that she knows. And she can not yet in her innocence appreciate what your thoughtfulful attention can mean. I know the value of you and I thank you from my heart.

  4. Reading it again after all this time, I’m still struck by the same comment: Not only are his paintings appealing to me So is his darkness…He took his darkness and poured it out on to a bare canvas making light…

    Your baby girl is an enormously brave crusader for one so tender in age. Her journey through this life is going to be what the one line of that poem I posted on the blog for you said — her book is going to be an open life… Loved the way she finished it off. And J is right. You can hear similar voice inflections in her reading… I’m so glad you reposted this so others got a chance to hear it.

  5. Together alone, a wonderful,meaningful line… “shared isolation” is one of my favorites . This is my first visit to your blog, I look forward to reading much more, Thank you for reading my stuff! much appreciated. 🙂

  6. So talent definitely runs in the family. This is amazing and I really like the alone together concept. The descriptions, everything amazing. I often wondered if people were on this level. It seems as though I wake up I am always alone and my need to be around people makes us alone together. Simply beautiful connection.

  7. “Sometimes the notes I hear rush from the piano, Stealing tears from my eyes”- I feel the same, tears automatically streamed down my face as I listened to the Frozen instrumental song. I still don’t know why, perhaps I fear sad songs.

  8. janebasilblog said:

    This poem is written by a very aware and self-aware person – but what I like the most is that at the end she points out that we are all alone. It’s rare for someone so young to realise that. She must be a lovely girl.

  9. Right here, you have given us light, in the same way you speak of the light of the paintings. You are in touch with something very intuitive, and we are, in many ways, blessed by your gift. Shine on!

  10. This is amazing 🙂 she is a great writer and very insightful like her dad <3… I like that you did did is your thrift store buddy. I enjoy thrift store shopping as well 🙂

      • Thanks for the kisses 🙂 I could use a kiss… I really do think she is amazing. I read your other post with you guys in the thrift store. I thought it was great but sometimes your poetry leaves me speechless… So I admire it silently 🙂 I hope you have a wonderful evening… Be Groovy 🙂

  11. To your daughter: I love this. I have often felt completely alone, but surrounded by people. Feeling very different. Touched my heart. Wish you all the best<3 Isabella

  12. Such awesome breathings of the heart at such a tender age. The first thing that struck me is that it all seems so clear to you, my dear. How is that even possible? My gawd, how I wish I could have articulated the things you’ve just written so boldly when I was your age. Perhaps I wouldn’t have spent 63 years feeling that same way. Feeling like I’m just a watcher at the windows of life.

    You said, “Not only are his painting appealing to me But so is his darkness…” And sad pictures… (And for me sad poetry.) Yes, yes, yes! I was drawn to the same things. But I knew why. It was because I could only cry through someone else’s grief and pain and I needed that release so badly. Your writing touches me deeply. It’s like looking at myself when I was your age. What a brilliant gift you have. I could pick out phrases I like, but we’d be here all day.

    If you don’t mind, my friend, I should love to reblog this on my blog. I will wait for your permission. I can only say you are so much wiser than most people I know in my life. I am amazed at how well you know yourself already. What you wrote is staggering to me. And the title is perfect… There is something very poignant and sad about it, but it is the absolute truth.

  13. I admire so much your uniqueness, your self awareness, your art, your poetry, your difference, your beauty, your retro chic, your appreciation of piano concertos and Van Gough. What an inspiration you are. “We are alone together”…how absolutely true. So beautifully put. And like you say, happiness is a by product of something more important perhaps. I agree. It is wonderful and reassuring to know the planet is in your wonderful, unique and soulful hands…

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