#longing — Public Fediverse posts

Added this cover. Figuring out If I Could by Freak Slug. Really captures a specific emotion. Learn the groove. Lesson:

https://chordyes.com/chord/freak-slug-if-i-could

#guitarlessons #musician #british #femalevocalist #indie #dreamy #longing

Added this classic track. Lobbing to A Study In Waiting by Anja Kotar. The key change is nice. Try the harmony. Full chords:

https://chordyes.com/chord/anja-kotar-a-study-in-waiting

#guitarcommunity #guitarfamily #slovenian #femalevocalist #pop #longing #chill

The Lighthouse Capitalism Stole

https://kayeschroniclescom.wordpress.com/2026/07/29/the-lighthouse-capitalism-stole/

Just posted this track. Raining to Kangen Tenan by GTA Band. Has a very distinct feel to it. Add it to your jam list. Check it out:

https://chordyes.com/chord/gta-band-kangen-tenan

#guitarhero #guitarlegend #indonesian #pop #malevocalist #longing #tongkrongan

EMBITTERED JOURNEY #poetry by jay

https://artistfromtheinsideout.wordpress.com/2026/07/20/embittered-journey-poetry-by-jay-2/

Culdesac

down here on the path 
beside the railroad tracks 
with the freight train 
slowly going by 
the urge to hop on one 
of the gravel laden cars 
and let it take me 
far away from here 
is almost overpowering

as usual i do not 
make the leap and 
later i find myself 
walking past the old man 
with a broom sweeping 
the street to where the path 
turns back upon itself 
out past the little girl 
on her mama's back 
who says hi 

i try to smile in return 
but all i can think about 
is how did i ever get so lost

July 9, 2015

Restlessness

A Monday Monday Song

I’ve been thinking lately about what I need.
There’s so much wrapped up in me.
I’m tired of being split in two.
Has the dye been caste or can
I melt into someone new?

I need to simplify find some order to this mess
but there’s no cure for my restlessness.

The taste of my life is bittersweet
like this wine-soaked rag they force on me.
I’m caught between earth and sky
I can’t connect to either.
Eloi. Eloi. Why?

I need to simplify find some order to this mess
but there’s no cure for my restlessness.

It seems I am always cleaning my temple.
I’m always cleaning house,
trying to throw the money hangers out . . .

An Iaonus Production 8.26.24

Lyrics August, 19, 1996

The Places in My Dreams

The world within, the world of my dreams, is similar to the one I walk through every day. But it is different.

The streets bend strangely. The rooms open where they should not. The people and places are often indifferent to me, and sometimes, they are even antagonistic.

They are not merely people and places. They are representations of emotions I have not yet worked through from the previous day. Sixteen waking hours are not enough to fully grasp all that I have experienced, endured, feared, desired, regretted, or misunderstood.

And so, in the night, these things come alive.

They take on faces. They become houses, roads, crowds, locked doors, ruined landscapes, familiar rooms made unfamiliar. They guide me through the shadow lands—not always kindly, but truthfully. They show me what I could not see while awake.

My dreams are not escapes from the day.

They are the day returning in another form, asking to be understood.

Some nights I find myself back in places I have never been, and yet they feel older than memory. A school that was never my school. A church with hallways that keep multiplying. A childhood home rearranged by grief. A city I know by instinct, though no map has ever held it.

In these places, I am often trying to get somewhere.

I am late. I am lost. I am looking for someone. I am trying to explain myself to people who will not listen. I am searching for a room, a door, a vehicle, a path, a way home. Sometimes I am carrying something fragile. Sometimes I have forgotten what I was supposed to carry. Sometimes I am responsible for a task I do not understand, surrounded by people who seem to know the rules but refuse to tell me.

This is the cruelty of the dream world: everyone else seems initiated.

They move through the strange landscape as if it is ordinary. They know which hallway leads out, which road is safe, which bus to board, which door not to open. I am the stranger in a world that somehow belongs to me. I am the dreamer, and yet I am not in control.

Perhaps this is why the places feel antagonistic. They do not hate me. They are simply unwilling to flatter me. They will not pretend I am finished with what I have not faced. They will not comfort me with easy explanations. They turn my emotions into architecture and ask me to walk through them.

Fear becomes a narrow bridge.

Regret becomes a house with too many locked rooms.

Anger becomes a storm on the edge of town.

Shame becomes a crowd that sees me before I am ready to be seen.

Grief becomes a road that always returns to the same place.

And longing—longing becomes a light in a window I can never quite reach.

I wake from these dreams with the feeling that I have traveled farther than my body could have gone. I have crossed cities, fields, stairways, basements, sanctuaries, ruins, and train stations. I have spoken with the dead and avoided the living. I have been judged by strangers and ignored by friends. I have wandered through the unfinished weather of my own soul.

Then morning comes, and the ordinary world returns.

The walls are where I left them. The floor is solid. The dog needs to go out. The coffee waits. The phone glows with its small demands. The day begins again, pretending to be separate from the night.

But I know better.

The dream has left its residue. A feeling follows me, sometimes faint, sometimes heavy. A hallway from the dream lingers inside the hallway of the house. A face from the night appears behind the face of someone I know. A mood clings to the morning like fog.

The shadow lands do not vanish when I wake.

They retreat.

They wait beneath the visible world, beneath errands and conversations, beneath sermons and chores, beneath the version of myself that knows how to answer when someone asks, “How are you?”

I say, “I’m fine.”

But somewhere beneath that answer, an entire city is still burning, or flooding, or rebuilding itself in the dark.

Arakan, or: Jerusalem

Poetry Partners 268

‘A Refugee’, a poem by Anowar Sadak

I am a refugee
Not by choice,
But by the cruelty
That stole my homeland.

I was born in Arakan,
Where my parents dreamed
I would grow up in peace.
Instead, I inherited fear,
Burning villages, gunfire,
And nights without sleep.

The world calls me a refugee.
Before that, I was a son,
A student,
A dreamer
Who believed tomorrow
Could be kinder than yesterday.

I do not ask for pity.
I ask for justice
For every child forced to flee,
For every family torn apart,
For every homeland
Reduced to ashes.

Though I live far from home,
Arakan still lives within me.
Its rivers, memories,
And the voices of my people
Travel wherever I go.

So I keep writing,
Because my voice cannot be silenced,
My identity cannot be erased,
And hope is stronger than exile.

I am a refugee
But this is not the end of my story.

One day,
I will return home
As a free Rohingya,
Walking with dignity,
Peace,
And hope.

• Anowar: https://anowarsadak.wordpress.com/

A ‘Sijo’ by ben Alexander of ‘The Skeptic’s Kaddish’

my people carried Jerusalem
through exile, psalm, and hunger;
today’s broken borders reveal
old longing in new faces;
from Arakan to elsewhere—
the uprooted share one heart

Let’s write poetry together!

When it comes to partnership, some humans can make their lives alone – it’s possible. But creatively, it’s more like painting: you can’t just use the same colours in every painting. It’s just not an option. You can’t take the same photograph every time and live with art forms with no differences.

–Ben Harper (b. 1969)

Would you like to create poetry with me and have a completed poem of yours featured here at the Skeptic’s Kaddish? I am very excited to have launched the ‘Poetry Partners’ initiative and am looking forward to meeting and creating with you… Check it out!

List of Poetry Partners

• Murisopsis
• Judy Dykstra-Brown
• Jennifer Patino
• Mike L. Utley
• Barbara Schaefer
• Ron Rowland
• Cheyenne MacMasters
• Rae Cod
• Eric Erb
• Chris Reilley
• Jim-
• Selma Martin
• Vidah (Chavi)
• varityteller
• Veera
• Kunjal Gupta
• Coco
• Lov Verma
• bodypositivefemme
• Steven S. Wallace
• Shay Simmons
• Constance Bourg
• C. L. Barton
• Madamchryzl
• Sangeetha
• Jo
• Audrey Duff
• Gillena Cox
• Yasmin
• Martha Anewa
• Malalai Khan
• Adam Taylor
• trE
• Cindy Georgakas
• Punam
• davidatqcm
• Orion Foote
• Susi Bocks
• Mister Bump UK
• Kate Blake
• Freddie Omm
• kittysverses
• enchantedwords
• Saint Gaona
• Alan Steinle
• Karina Lutz
• Sarah David
• Beka Tucker
• Maria L. Berg
• Colleen M. Chesebro
• Jane Aguiar
• Jan Beekman
• royalpalmtree
• Marian
• M Jay Dixit
• Ken Hume
• Naa Lamiorkor Boye
• Reena Saxena
• Bridget
• Ash Evan Lippert
• Mike L. Utley
• Hadizat Motherconfessor
• Murisopsis
• Cindy Georgakas
• Swathi Rao
• Freya Pickard
• Harshi
• LaMon Brown
• Nomad
• Vedran Markovic
• The.Richard.Braxton
• Kim Whysall-Hammond
• Jeff Flesch
• hutschi
• Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
• Anca
• douryeh
• enchantedwords
• Kerfe
• Puvanesvari Rajan
• MistyBlue
• Henry Mworia
• Anna Smit
• Larry Trasciatti
• Sarah Cope
• Filipa Moreira da Cruz
• Robert J. Jr.
• Rosemary McMahan
• Iswar Kar
• Mapule Somo

• Anne Morrigan
• George Ellington
• J. P.
• Christine Bialczak
• Shalini Kathuria Narang
• LaToya Williams
• Maitreyee Telang
• Amelia Michelle Nicol
• A. J. Wilson
• Nick Pipitone
• Myrna Migala
• Kathy Labrum McVittie
• Dawn Pisturino
• Eugenia
• Tea Solon
• Marion Horton
• Hassan Safdar
• Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
• Eileen Backman
• Suzette Benjamin
• Candace
• Tarlie Francis
• Aishwarya Kannan
• Michaël
• Mary Anne Abdo
• Benjamin Nambu
• Scotti Woolery-Price
• Ara
• Sean Matthews
• Joy A. Burki-Watson
• Filipa Moreira da Cruz
• Di
• Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
• Christine Bialczak
• Rob Kistner
• Michaël
• Sarah Cope
• Stephanie Malley
• musingsbymac
• Verne Ivars Krastins
• Brandon Ellrich
• Tallisman
• kalabalu
• Kunjal Gupta
• Malalai Khan
• Mary Anne Abdo
• M. Snyder
• Sherry Lens
• Barbara Dean Aliaga
• Devine Success
• Veera
• Maria Pavlova
• Kevin L. Perrin
• Alex Budris
• Wm. “Mark” Parry
• Rayla
• Rayla
• Artem Miachin
• Jeff Lee
• Artem Miachin
• Tanmay Philip
• Dee
• Tricia Sankey
• Cassa Bassa
• 3L
• Charles
• WickedLizzie
• L. M. Montes
• Marsha Ingrao
• WickedLizzie
• Jan Beekman
• Neha Singh
• Kaci Rigney
• Kaci Rigney
• Irobiko Chimezie Kingsley
• Gareth David Ogilvie
• Marvin Tordillos
• Jaideep Khanduja
• A. J. Wilson
• Kiri Salazar
• Sadje
• Destiny
• Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
• Jaideep Khanduja
• Kaci Rigney
• Jan Beekman
• Karima Hoisan
• Melissa Lemay
• Kriti
• Susan Strasser

• Melissa Lemay
• Ancy Johny
• Destiny
• Komaljeet Kaur
• Melissa Lemay
• Thomas Kutzli
• holley4734
• Claudine
• Rose
• Braden
• Caroline Cooper
• Melissa Lemay
• Kajal
• Melissa Lemay
• Nolcha Fox
• Parisa Radpey
• Nolcha Fox
• Kelley Morris
• Nolcha Fox
• Lesley Scoble
• Andrew Wilson
• Shepherd-at-Large
• Jennifer Russo
• Sassy
• Sassy
• Nolcha Fox
• Moyosola Olaniyi
• Diana Coombes
• Sassy
• Moyosola Olaniyi
• Marja
• Teresa Sargeant
• Moyosola Olaniyi
• Jan Beekman
• Tea Solon
• Nolcha Fox
• Ladysighs
• Sassy
• Sircharlesthepoet
• Leona Cicone
• Suzanne Brace
• Tuba Sarwat
• Stephen J. Frankenberry
• John Ogunnubi
• Stephen
• Writer Ravenclaw
• David Joseph
• Akanksha Gupta
• Anthony Aquino
• Celestial Kreationz
• Dawn Minott
• PebbleGalaxy
• Donny Lee Duke
• Peter Bouchier
• Joe Linker
• Washed Woman
• Nolcha Fox
• Robert Jahner
• John Holding
• Ashley
• Writer Ravenclaw
• Sarah Dodd
• Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
• Melissa Lemay
• Sambhav
• Tia Jain
• Ooko Tonny
• Sakshi Singh
• Satish Warrier
• Fred
• Benjamin Nambu
• A. J. Wilson
• Svein Børge Nygård
• Vincent Shades
• Marja Blom
• Heather Mirassou
• Kim Smyth
• Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
• Rusty Walker
• Catherin J Pascal Dunk
• Marja Blom
• Indira
• Suri
• Kaci Rigney
• Pat Alderman
• Gwen Plano
• Anowar Sadak

This Moment – Lost

a thought of beauty strikes me
and I must express it so

but as I reach to grasp it
it flutters away,

a moth,
a feather,
a small white bird
startled by the motion
of my wanting.

my hand closes
around nothing,

void,

and I stand there
foolish with longing,
as if the air itself
had promised me a gift
then taken it back.

and I weep
for the passing moment.

it will never come again.

not in that light,
not with that breath,
not with the same small door
opened briefly
between the soul
and the world.

May 8, 1987 (age 19) (Expanded and updated June 2026)

A HAIKU ON "ABSENCE"

Winter Coat

Hanging by the door,
Holding shape but missing warmth,
Dust begins to settle.

#longing #sadness #haiku

our hearts have arrived

our hearts have arrived 
in taipei months before our 
feet will find their way, 

even the words we speak to 
one another have sprout wings
.
20260610:2146
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'Tag des Meeres'

#FotoVorschlag #photography #landscape #Meer #ocean #sehnsucht #isoladelba #longing

Ok I like this one a lot :ablobcathappypaws:

#selfportrait #photography #maypics #selfie #soft #blonde #selfieSunday #tattoo #altgirls #transbeauty #sfw #lingerie #lewd #lips #longing

#humor #longing

To Love a City Like This by beechnut1969

https://tmblr.co/Z7VXvxjETp10ye00

#venice #painter #romantic #monochrome #leicam11 #summilux50mm #loveletter #pleinair #art #canals #italy #streetphotography #longing #poeticcity #timeless #gondola #flickr #thingsdavidlikes

Once upon a time…
Years ago, when my children were still little, I used to dream that each of them would have their own room… a warm bed, beautiful blankets, soft pillows, desks, wardrobes, and a vanity.
I would always look at designs and decorations, imagining that dream coming true…
And with time… the dream came true 💔
Each of my children had their own room. I bought bedroom sets for them and paid attention to every detail… the blankets, the organization, the colors…
They were small details… but they were my whole world.
I was happy with my home, my routine, my comfort, and my stability.
Today…
How much I miss every corner of it…
I miss the feeling of home, the bed, my children’s rooms, the TV room, the couch…
I miss my spacious kitchen that I carefully built piece by piece…
I miss the feeling of safety, independence, and warmth…
There are so many things… I could write for days and never finish 💔
And I know this is not just my feeling… this is the story of an entire country.
People who once lived the simplest details of life with dignity…
are now struggling just to secure the basics.
Alhamdulillah always and forever…
♥️https://gofund.me/2790a0f8
#Gaza #War #MemoriesOfHome #Longing #Hope #Humanity #HelpUs #ShareMyStory

It's not easy for me to live life brokenhearted and being single for six years, with always flashbacks of moments spent in a relationship that others experience, but I don't.

#heartbreak #singlelife #loneliness #memories #love #breakup #healing #emotions #mentalhealth #longing #reflection #life #feelings #growth

thirsty

#nature #structure #creepy #natur #naturaleza #photo #photography #fotografie #nikon #spooky #pine #shore #lake #ufer #spaziergang #walk #longing #naturfoto #naturfotografie

The Longing (1999)

https://www.cluetrain.com/book/longing.html

#HackerNews #The #Longing #1999 #Cluetrain #Manifesto #Book #TechCulture

A quotation from Euripides

CHORUS: Never, oh goddess, let fly at me an inescapable arrow
from your golden bow, after you drench it in desire.
 
[ΚΥΚΛΩΨ: μήποτ᾽, ὦ δέσποιν᾽, ἐπ᾽ ἐμοὶ χρυσέων
τόξων ἀφείης ἱμέρῳ
χρίσασ᾽ ἄφυκτον οἰστόν.]

Euripides (485?-406? BC) Greek tragic dramatist
Medea [Μήδεια], l. 633ff, Second Stasimon, Strophe 1 (431 BC) [tr. Luschnig (2007)]

More about (and translations of) this quote: wist.info/euripides/82505/

#quote #quotes #quotation #qotd #euripides #medea #desire #longing #love #lust #passion #prayer