Nora
Nora
2 days ago

Broken vessel,
Stalwart beauty
A work of art
Standing alone and bereft

How many voyages
Has she failed to complete?
Starting off so strong,
Only to taste defeat?

Young bright thing
With inexplicable rust
Something broken,
Something bad
A faulty error, a fatal bust

Salt water tears,
So bittersweet
Knowing her cargo
She cannot keep

Turning back for shore
On her final try
Fighting her hardest
Not to cry

#metaphor   #loss   #sorrow   #sea   #emptiness   #boat  
gray rain
gray rain
2 days ago

I can see the world flash by through my pupils.
Black holes reflecting all that I can never be.
Black holes of a soul so empty.
No hopes or dreams
Just heavy black holes
Watching the world pass before me

Natalie
Natalie
4 days ago

My bed was warm and empty
and I was too tired
to care about the emptiness.
Those days were
the longest days of my life,
proof that not all days
are the same length
and not all seconds ticked
to the same measure.

#love   #sadness   #alone   #time   #lost   #melancholy   #apathy   #emptiness  
FJ Thomas
FJ Thomas
5 days ago

Thinking about the condemning of a woman in the news for up and leaving her husband and older teenage children...

thinking...

Growing up alone was not difficult ...in comparison.  
You don't speak of things that happened in that house.

Knowing what neighbors and even family have said despite your innocence stops hurting long before you mature.

You learned to live with the fact that you'll be judged and sentenced based on the decisions and mistakes of the one to whom you've been bound.

You understand, though sometimes in shock, that you've given your entire soul, your very breath to others.
Others who will show no appreciation for the life you have surrendered.

Then after decades of giving, trying to understand why you can no longer hold your head up, it becomes clear.

...what's maddening, what's killing you, is being surrounded by people who've no understanding of you or what you have sacrificed and realizing how truly
lonely you are; while never being able to have a moments peace.


Never think you are alone
                                                     ~FJ Thomas

Cry, scream, break something ...then breathe. Speak your pain even if you feel there's no one to hear you in the emptiness. But think with a calm heart before doing anything.
FJ Thomas
FJ Thomas
5 days ago

I remember those days when I'd pray it would rain
My heart then a vibrant flower in full bloom
I recall the drops hiding tears from unending pain
Trying to mask the scent of betrayal's perfume

My heart then a vibrant flower in full bloom
She forgave freely without regard for her sanity
Trying to mask the scent of betrayal's perfume
Her petals slowly petrify surrounded by vanity

She forgave freely without regard for her sanity
Though that flower still holds her beautiful pose
Her petals slowly petrify surrounded by vanity
They can no longer get to that perfect stone rose

Though that flower still holds her beautiful pose
I recall the drops hiding tears from unending pain
They can no longer get to that perfect stone rose
I remember those days when I'd pray it would rain


FJ Thomas

Form: Pantoum
Iris Woodruff
7 days ago

Somethin' about an empty room, depending on how the light asks to be let in on its edges.
An empty room don’t expect you to do nothin' whatever. And its floor responds in this kinda lilting relief when you tap-dance barefoot upon it.
If you sit in all its corners, with your eyeballs (try it!) you can trace the refractions and suggestions on the wall, 'specially the places where paint and odd plaster stick up like little men and cast shadows all their own.
You can spend hours doing this.
You, the impressionable film upon which the world's projected herself—you turn the world upside down and make sense of the image in this empty box.
You
Make art here.
Shout here! Run and kick and punch through the walls and
Love them as you do so, kid.
Something about emptiness itself, gets a lot of flack, you think,
cast as grave.
Hell!
Emptiness: potential,
Emptiness: casting being in sharp distinction.
Emptiness: sensual, like breath before the
action of the human magnetic.
You: the one alive in this your empty room and therefore acutely aware of
what you chose to project in such vibrant relief.
Today, it is newspapers and magazine clippings and a notebook and a blue pen and a book by Susan Sontag.
Today you lie on the woody floor, supine, eyes wide
and become part of it
your lungs breathe life into this ancient emptiness. And the air between its walls vibrates, and sighs, nascent, ‘thank you.’

Michael Lechner
Michael Lechner
7 days ago

In the dark
and empty
places
the Heart of God
sings to our
Hearts

© Michael Lechner

#heart   #god   #darkness   #emptiness  
Lips of Dust
Lips of Dust
Aug 25, 2016

Rustle of your bed
The closet noise
Murmur of the teapot
You are still

The coffee is cooling down
The laptop is making noise
The streets are silent
You are still

Toothbrush encountering your teeth
Eyes still closed
They will never open
You are still

Hooter's morning
You can't wake up, you won't wake up
What is there to accomplish, to breathe
You are still

The sound of nothing
The days of nothing
The thoughts of nothing
You are still

Empty atmosphere
Empty existence
Empty life
YOU ARE STILL

Empty cars
Empty airplanes
Empty meanings
YOU ARE STILL

Empty papers
Empty words
Empty heart
YOU ARE STILL

There is no love
There is no art
There is no life
YOU ARE STILL

Nothing is a lie
Everything is a lie
There is no madness in the void
YOU ARE STILL

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Rustle of your bed
The closet noise
Murmur of the teapot
You are still...

© Lips of Dust

Lovers come,
They linger,
Then leave.
And what stays behind lovers,
Is gaping emptiness,
A lack of aim,
A solo game.

My HP Poem #1440
©Atul Kaushal
#love   #lovers   #game   #come   #emptiness   #solo   #linger   #aim   #gaping  

Desire to go
Desire to be,
Good to you

Come, let’s go
We’ve got no place
To be, to see
Where the light takes us

Take us, mighty light
We follow blindly
We follow with purpose, but
No justification will do

Only when and where there is
no doubt, shall we be able to
find each other,
within ourselves

We can find each other
Again & again &
Get lost in the
vast emptiness
Of calamity.

 
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