[I'm not sure if this is the correct area of the forum to post this. I felt I could seriously relate to this prose and wanted to share it with others that might possibly feel the same way at least some of the time.]


The Lonely Poet

by Kahlil Gibran

I am a stranger in this world, and there is a severe solitude and painful lonesomeness in my exile. I am alone, but in my aloneness I contemplate an unknown and enchanting country, and this meditation fills my dreams with spectres of a great and distant land which my eyes have never seen.
I am a stranger among my people and I have no friends. when I see a person I say within myself, "Who is he, and in what manner do I know him, and why is he here, and what law has joined me with him?"
I am a stranger to myself, and when I hear my tongue speak, my ears wonder over my voice; I see my inner self smiling, crying, braving, and fearing; and my existence wonders over my substance while my soul interrogates my heart; but I remain unknown, engulfed by tremendous silence.
My thoughts are strangers to my body, and as I stand before the mirror, I see something in my face which my soul does not see, and I find in my eyes what my inner self does not find.
When I walk vacant-eyed through the streets of the clamorous city, the children follow me, shouting, "Here is a blind man! Let us give him a walking cane to feel his way." When I run from them, I meet with a group of maidens, and they grasp the edges of my garment, saying, "He is deaf like the rock; let us fill his ears with the music of love." And when I flee from them, a throng of aged people point at me with trembling fingers and say, "He is a madman who lost his mind in the world of genii and ghouls."
.... I am a stranger, and I shall remain a stranger until the white and friendly wings of Death carry me home into my beautiful country. There, where light and peace and understanding abide, I will await the other strangers who will be rescued by the friendly trap of time from this narrow, dark world.



ALSO, I have the feeling that this video may have already made an appearance on this forum, but in case it hasn't..."How To Be Alone..."

I could seriously relate to it as well, UniQueLyEviL. Thanks for posting it.

great post thansk for sharing

EDIT: Hang on, I just realised, did you not write that poem? I instantly thought it was yours, I probably just skipped to the start of reading the poem first time round. I'll just leave what I said anyway now you know that, ...

Some really nice lines in your poem, I especially like "My thoughts are strangers to my body, and as I stand before the mirror, I see something in my face which my soul does not see", but then to be honest I'm not fond of the line after that as I find it to be pretty much the same as the one before (in my opinion... well obviously imo )

And that video "How to be alone" was very noice, thanks for posting that too!