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17.3k · Jul 2014
Pen 10w
Hollow Jul 2014
A pen is the bridge between denial and self acceptance.
10.7k · Jul 2015
Hollow Jul 2015
I bet I could stretch
Like you've never seen before
With the crook of my finger
And a wink, let the games begin

You want to struggle
My little **** toy?

Ah ah ah, let's tie these hands
Behind your back
Don't get any ideas

Obey me, lie on your belly
Crush your head into the pillow
Cringe and squirm, please
Let me just, strap this on

Not listening, hm?
I have other things
Leather, that will leave marks
On your tender, innocent flesh

Let my fingers coil
Make it harder to breathe
Force you down
By a pull of your hair

I'm going to be an animal
And you will be the prey
I will feast on you
I will nibble you

Bite you into submission
Pinch and squeeze
Smack and tease
Say please

I will go on
Long after you thought
To say no, until
All you want is

More, more, more
I will chew through you
I will dominate you

I dare you to struggle
My little **** toy
9.6k · Jun 2014
Swinging Opposite
Hollow Jun 2014
No man
Can plug holes
In this ****
9.6k · Jun 2014
Ezra in the Fields
Hollow Jun 2014
So bold in fields of cotton
Clad in trousers of a poor man
It's those times
Fire on his back
Hands callused with toil

He bends like a bow
Pulled tight across the horizon
The sun sets low
No dinner tonight

Hunger the diamond motive
Freedom the faintest dream
Awareness frightens him

Hope beaten out
Long ago
I got these scars
But they still burn

Marks to wear until death
Take me soon

*Freedom came at that price
Segregation and slavery are horrible things. It sickens me to believe this was a custom.
9.5k · Jul 2014
Wealth for the Weary
Hollow Jul 2014
Oh speak to me
Who wears her blue
Around her neck
My dollar eyed deity
And point your fingers
Full of bills
To the answer
Or the lie
Spread your
Deceitful wings
And embrace the lost
Fill them
With greed
And show them
The paper and metal
Pathway to
For the weak
Kneel to your
Valuable allure
And they will die unknowing
6.2k · Jun 2014
Hollow Jun 2014
Never here nor there
Rather, everywhere
A drifter
Wandering a sea of dust
And emptiness

For I am alone
This isn't a poem
It's a plea

No consistency
Stability a foreign word
Because my ******* mind
Won't cooperate with my
Stupid ******* needs

I can't breath alone
And that's all I am

How my body yearns for
The touch of warm fingers
The caress of arousal

But my mind refuses
To stay in one place

So I am lost to the wonders
Of love and such
Because I can't stick around
4.9k · Aug 2014
Wings of Worry
Hollow Aug 2014
Only the open sky
Could take my wings
Mold them into essences of purity

I was forged within
Rapid rivers of forsaken modesty
Left alone and sore below
Because my insecurities undressed me
And bedded me savagely
Before the watchful eye of the moon
The minds glowing aphrodisiac

As feathered hate falls from blackened flight
A finger is raised in denial of sunlight
A symbol of woebegone sensuality
Hollow Jun 2014
*** after drinks?
I picture it often

You are very pretty...

It's different with a woman
Much better, I think

Your skin is much softer

It's my tongue
Creeping along somewhere
Over plains of smooth flesh

It's the shiver down my spine
When you touch me* there
Darling, I expect pleasure

And oh, do you deliver
But do you not hunger
As well?

Let me explore your body
Erase innocence
Sin is best served with wine

But I never believed
*In books and such, anyway
Why should a god tell me whether or not I am heaven bound, especially based on my ****** desires? Heaven is a mindset. I created my own.
4.2k · Jul 2014
Dreams (Opiate Headstone)
Hollow Jul 2014
I felt her presence,
hovering over my grave like a mothers last prayers
Like a fathers burning sorrows after thirty years drunk
Alone she stood, framed against the soft blowing trees,
and the dancing wildflowers that were placed as an ode to the dead
She held orange petals to herself,
close to her chest, as if to let them hear a heartbeat,
but the ear of a flower only picks up meaningful noises,
not the slow tempo of a withered muscle,
overworked from exhaustion

She wore black, knee high leather boots,
and a matching jacket
Her hair was wild, and she looked *****
She smelled of ***** and no showers,
cigarettes and sweat and blood
She looked of regret,
and her eyes sang tunes of pessimism
Anxiously she removed the bright flowers from her *****
Poppies, by the look of it
She presented them to the face of my headstone,
cracked and eroded with age, my name barely recognizable
Left with nothing, her fingers went to her short blonde hair,
matted and encrusted with dirt
She ran her hands nervously throughout, eyes constantly distracted

Suddenly, she focused ******* the headstone
A tear fell from her eye, and I watched it soak into the concrete
Her lips moved in familiar shapes, but words were lost to me
Every word
But one
A name


And she turned away, walking crookedly into the wind and rain
And though I know she was talking to me,
I could feel the name on her lips, see it in her eyes
She scratched the insides of her arms as she disappeared from sight,
and I felt a longing in my own

"I walked away from myself that day. I gave it all up for hope. I guess this just goes to show what it's worth. Maybe I'll understand it one day, but for now, I am dead to everyone including myself."

Abigail Hollow
Jan 1992 - Aug 2008
A loving daughter, sister and poet.
This dream needs no interpretation, and at first I didn't want to share this, but I know I have to. It's for me, this poem.
2.9k · Jul 2014
Settle Me Nowhere
Hollow Jul 2014
Move me
Fast through the winding roads
The tumbling winds
The deepest valleys
And the highest peaks

Settle me nowhere

Move me
Across fields of gold
Azure skies
And silver linings
Because no one
Drew a line I would not cross

Settle me nowhere

Move me
Pick me up and throw me
Over the sleeping bodies of water
And the restless hearts of the sands
I am closing my eyes now

Settle me nowhere

Move me
Weave me
Within the greenest trees
Tousle my hair
When the ride gets too calm

Settle me nowhere

Move me
Let the skyscrapers scrape sky
Let the towers tower
Let the roads twist and turn
And let houses be houses
Because I am not far from my own

Settle me nowhere
Until the rain patters
And the beach plays with sand-less shores

Until I am home
2.7k · Jul 2014
Birth Of Hatred
Hollow Jul 2014
It was silent as Chelsea crept into the room
There I lay, nestled to sleep with a teddy bear
The moonlight on my back, soothing light
She awoke me violently, shaking me ashen
And my eyes widened in terror at her face

It didn't take long for her to find something
A tool to suit the job, my punishment
I was a bad sister, always was I wrong
So she found a pair of shoes, my shoes
And I braced for the nightly beating

But Chelsea had something else in mind
As she removed the lace from one of them
She gripped an end in each hand, staring
And she moved on top of me, saying;
"I hate you, stupid attention *****"

She placed the string over my throat
And she pressed down very hard, frowning
I felt my airway constrict, and I struggled
She put her knees on my elbows in anger
And my begging made her push harder

As I began to see gray, I remember a tear
But not the many that I released, I know
Because I felt it patter onto my dying face
And I sputtered and arched my back, hoping
And Chelsea only pressed harder, murderous

As I drifted out of consciousness, I heard
My brothers voice, sweet brother Damien
And he slapped Chelsea and pulled her off
As I curled up and breathed delicious air
And he caressed my face, and hugged me

That night acted as a catalyst for hatred
And within myself I bred a monster
But I suppose I cannot give credit for
My mistakes, to the true genesis of pain
I just haven't found anything else to blame
1.9k · Jul 2014
Warm ~ For Daniel Allinson
Hollow Jul 2014
Lighten this part
With the brighter visions

Call on healing
Pain into remission

What you could gain
Strikes hope into
The heart of the sun

This boat
Once a ship of sorrow
Will land on a beach tomorrow
And it's vacation
Hopes creation

Those tears of solitude, you thought
to sink your boat
But instead you cried off the deck
So they kept you afloat

And the sun above, caressing your face...
Enveloping love, shining embrace

As angels cut their wings
We see them fall with a purpose

They wish not to fly any longer
But to swim alongside you on this journey

Because in school, I was taught
To care
Be happy! Angels are who you make them, so if you ever need one, it's your closest friend, or someone trying to help. Life's journey is only what you make it. With love and care,
~ Abigail
1.9k · Jul 2014
Hollow Jul 2014
Ephemeral light
Transience, transgressing flaws
Of eternity
1.9k · May 2014
Technological Captivity
Hollow May 2014
Subject of forced indoctrination
Given a placebo of hope
And made to look at society
Through artificial eyes

Just another disfigured mind
Molded through the
Systematic eradication
Of constitutional freedoms

Walking with a knife in your spine
And shackles on your head
And the force-fed propaganda
Giving a false notion
Of a peaceful reality

Is this what you want?

Step away from the wires of captivity
The Automated Deity of our future

Be one with yourself

Be reborn

Not recreated
1.8k · Jul 2014
Can Hollow Go To Heaven?
Hollow Jul 2014
What happens when
All these little lights inside me
All the little dreams and thoughts
And worries and memories
Are turned off?

Where do they go?
Does a divine entity
Look upon them and pass
Ultimate judgment?
And would my mistakes
Be seen?

Can the broken go to heaven?
Can the unseen wonders
Of a dying soul
Be seen by
The eyes of discipline?
Or are mistakes worth
Too much to look past?

Can liars go to heaven?
Because God knows
I have lied before
Can thieves go to heaven?
For many things
Have I misappropriated
During the course of my
Impure life

Is it too much to ask
A little forgiveness
And if you're not there to answer
Then, who am I talking to?
Who do I tell
When I am ready?
I am not ready.
1.7k · Jul 2014
Moving Mind
Hollow Jul 2014
Miles and
Miles and miles
Constant fake smiles
And so much small talk
When there's big talk to be had

Tired feet and sore driving hands
Hundreds of dollars on coffee
****, where are my smokes?
Lost under the seat
Most likely

In the car please
Need to leave this place
Moving on to the next state
Both geographically, and of mind

Leave these faded memories behind
And move on to the new chapter
Of my life's extremely cheap
And poorly constructed

Map out
New territories
And fresh beginnings
To feel like I'm productive
Because normally, I sit in silence

I wonder what people with lives do
From one day to the next
Do they have fun with
Staying constant?
1.6k · May 2015
To Think Of Sheep
Hollow May 2015
There would be no way
To determine it's course

Love, be it called
Screaming without a motive
Dripping in tears
Unrivaled in fear

Underfoot lies hate
Decaying in self deprecating
A book
So misjudged
By it's cover

Glorious, and oh
So glorious love

To be set upon
By flights of fancy
Gold, lace and all

To be a spectacle
A beacon of the triumph
Of good over evil
Light over dark
Yin over Yang

Yang over Yin?

Silly ponderous mind
Queer that one
Would meander
Outside the box

Do not forget that poetry
Is only here to
Accommodate your

Perhaps I
Am the box

To think
Of boxes
Perfect little squares
Perfect exhibits
Of a mistrial

To wander
Look away
To see

To think of subjection

To think...
Be free, darlings.
1.5k · Jul 2015
Hollow Jul 2015
Zoning in
Zoning out
Spacing into
Instinctual altruism
A divided reality
Obliging my death storm cemetery
This ritual madness; so intriguing
It leaves personality to the grasp of ambiguity
Immaterial realm of the fourth scenes unseen
While docile, poisoned by this vial of vile mistrials
I remain a ghost
Mirroring black
Shadowed like a ****** mess
Stop this caress
Fading in
Fading out.
Unseen Realm
Hollow Jun 2014
I was just wondering
Where is your heart?
You seem emptier
Than most


No love here
I left that *******
Years ago
You see


What a shame
Perhaps I can
Repair the bond


Just a *****
Go back home girl
Mama's calling


You look so lonely
You look so cold
Let me warm you up


Family gone
Weren't you raised better?
You'll only cause trouble


But mama taught me
Everything I know
I'm a follower*


Can't do
Any harm

1.5k · Jul 2014
Just Stop
Hollow Jul 2014
To properly show you my journeys
I would have to take you back
Hop into my little car
And spin the wheels of time

My life is like a glass globe
That rolls fast along a concrete floor
All the bumps and rocks
Crack the states and memories
And I sleep with both eyes broken

All these things I've seen
And voices stuck deep within the
Winding, twisting caverns of my head
They parch my throat
And to quench this thirst

Let me bend to you
One whisper
So that you may breathe
Similar breaths of knowing
And then...

...then you can tell me
"Keep going"
And you might realize
*She just needs to stop
1.4k · Jul 2014
Come Home Now
Hollow Jul 2014
The words still ring with an ethereal hum
"I'm proud of the woman that you have become"


The wandering waters of unknowing
Have been forced ashore
By the tides of acceptance

And I am happy oblige
For too long have I drifted
Upon the endless non existence
Of emptiness


The word seems unfamiliar to me
But with the foreignism
Comes arrows of hope
That pierce the stark pessimistic thoughts


I will sing this word from every angle of my world
Every misdirected pathway
Every crayon scribbled corner that I know

From the bottom of my gut
And the top of my heart
I can say
And smile with the thought

I am forgiven
And I forgive

Forgetting comes later
It never hurts to be loved once in a while.
1.4k · Jun 2014
Take Me There
Hollow Jun 2014
Bed me
Take me to Heaven
Kiss my neck

Skim lower

Make me shudder

If that celestial world
Is real
Above us

I know it's not
After death

It's now

When your tongue
Traces my navel
Painting my thighs
A blush red

I am melting

Dripping nectar
In your embrace

In the light of the moon

******* pale
Perk and aware
Awaiting your touch


*I am yours
1.3k · Jul 2014
Dreams (City of Doves)
Hollow Jul 2014
Release your soul to the sky above


The snake in the grass eats the silver lined dove

Maybe someone can help me explain this...
I saw this in a dream, a clouded city in the sky.
Below, a silver dove was being eaten by a snake.
What does this mean?
1.3k · Jul 2014
Hollow Jul 2014
I used to take pencils
And throw them at the dotted ceilings
Of so many classrooms
Never knowing that the lead
Drew a picture every time

I used to purse my lips
And smirk
Before I knew that
I had a voice with which to speak out

I used to be enveloped
In the freedom of naivety
Before I grew up and smelled
The allure of knowledge
1.3k · Jul 2014
Primal Predation
Hollow Jul 2014
Let me love you
Love you tender
I'll hold it above you
You'll always remember

Let me kiss you
Lips of fire
My burn won't miss you
My soul conspires

Let me feel you
**** sedation
Hook and reel you
Primal predation
1.2k · Jun 2014
Stages of Smithereens
Hollow Jun 2014
Needles sting
And pupils dilate
Cold alley ways in Seattle
Always set the perfect stage
For a trip to heaven
On a sheet of glass

Sirens wail in the distance
But to me, they are soothing
And my hands are blistering
And my knees
Well, they tucked in a while ago

This habit will break
This glass will crack and burn
Dissipate to emptiness
Wash out of my veins and my Wrists
My poor wrists

A door always opens
But my feet are melting
Molding into the ground I sit
Stuck in one place

I imagine that people say my name
They say, oh poor Hollow
Pretty and smart
She'll come around
She'll come around

But out here
In these black veins
And tainted blood streets
Hope is a dream
And dreaming is unwise

And who sleeps anyway
You can't sleep on glass
No, it pokes and stabs
And you ache and cry

It will take you
Break you
Crumble you
Shards of dust

You will shatter
And you will be
Nothing more than nothing
Just a broken soul
Hollow Sep 2014
She read my journal
My internal thoughts spewed out of her mouth like *****.
Anger. Regret.

I saw him as a book then
And he was easily read
Flipping through his memories, I found tainted history

Oh, woe is me
this girl, she knows everything.
My incestuous mind
unkind and dark
genuinely written without hesitation

Yet here I stand
Confused, taken aback
Stricken with...
...curiosity, perhaps
Sadness and unknowing
And his eyes apologize while his frown regrets

Perhaps she now feels closer.
There's nothing to hide inside
A relief.
I am disgusted by your actions.

I wonder if he still loves me
He won't take the words back
Ink never erases, and scars remain
And so does my heart
Rooted to my sleeve yet chained to his palm

"I'm sorry", I forget to say
Words so typical end up filling the room
breaking all glass
You made me like this
my words are a byproduct of your insanity
You're sad.
Yes, sad. We are all sad.
You are not entitled to read such things

I peered into your soul today
Something twisted and half alive
A face, my face to place blame
I'll never walk away
Without another war wound
But I'll bleed you dry
Should I question morality? Am I human?
What happened to us?

You seek knowledge, yet cower in its presence
" all loving" I mock the idea
for you despise my words.
My work.
What are they, but a part of me?
Your voice is timid
Your despair, unsettling..

Silence is all I want to hear anymore...
Written by the lovely poet, pat, and his new friend Hollow.
1.2k · Jul 2014
Midnight Poets
Hollow Jul 2014
Do you smell that? The rich, smooth aroma in the air?
An omniscient amalgamation of flavorful anomalies
Ooh, I like it! What could it be? I haven't the slightest...
A persistent, wayward poet writes lonely words in the night
You mean like...? Oh dear me, shall I check the time?
Do you remember our last nightly adventure?
How could I forget? We must check the time! Quickly now!
Alas, our worst fears have thus been confirmed
A midnight poet, the most unpredictable form of writing...
Do you suppose the poor soul has had any coffee?
Well, I should hope so! What ever shall we do?
Naught. We let the pen run it's course, and in time...
But the destruction... think of the mayhem, woman!!!
Leave the poor thing, it's already a shame it's awake
No! Lay your weary head down, fellow poet, and rest...
Hollow, the best ideas remain trapped in mind during consciousness
Hogwash. I will not be hornswoggled with temptation
Though, I am correct to assume that you understand my reasoning?
Night-Write are the right-writes, yada yada yada...
So you agree then, do you not?
Well, of course! However, a midnight poet should never be left unattended!
Then we will write in the morning
Then so be it
Are you coming?
Go to sleep
Who are you talking to, Hollow?
1.2k · Jul 2014
About Hollow
Hollow Jul 2014
I am French and Coloradonian.
I strongly dislike the color orange. Purple is better.
I love vanilla ice cream.
I don't like chocolate flavored anything. It tastes weird to me.
I haven't watched TV in nearly five years.
I haven't gone a day without music.
I am married to my guitar. Her name is Nora.
My best friend is Monty the Dog. He is a dog.
I am attracted to women.
I am a ****** to men.
I think red heads are ******* hot.
I like the number 50.
Facebook is evil. The NSA watches you.
I used ****** for six months.
I snorted ******* for a few months as well.
I smoke *** currently.
I smoke cigarettes currently.
If I had to give up everything, and could only keep one thing...
...I'd keep coffee.
I love Coffee.
My sister Chelsea tried to **** me. *****.
I am random, and can't keep on one subject for too long.
Ooh! Shiny things!
Poetry has kept me on this road for years.
I once wrote a song about pizza. It's probably my best song.
I don't like pizza.
I used to have long hair, but it tried to strangle me in my sleep, so I killed it.
For some stupid reason, my mother named me Abigail Hollow.
(last name excluded)
Why would she do that? I don't know.
I still have a razor flip phone. All the rage, years ago.
I haven't slept on a bed in four years.
I order McDonalds food for Monty the Dog. He's the only one who eats it...
The only girl I ever truly loved died of cancer.
My mom wants me to come home.
I don't believe in God, but I love everybody just the same.
Except Steve Buscemi. He scares me.
What do you think of me so far, my lovely fellow poets?
1.1k · Aug 2014
Love Stories - I
Hollow Aug 2014
I smiled as she looked into my eyes
Accepting, expecting
She wondered just what I had in mind
And I gave a devilish grin
I kissed her neck, down her torso
Ran my fingers down the length
Of her sides
Until they met her thighs
I ducked my head
Kissed her navel
Looked up once more
To see her face
Her closed eyes behind tangled red hair
Her mouth slightly open
Allowing only shudders of breaths to escape
And I dipped
To meet my lips
To her lips
I felt a longing
In the warmth of her thighs
Tasted her sweetness
As my feet brushed against
An empty bottle
958 · May 2015
Peach Dreams
Hollow May 2015
If her hair was like seaweed
Pulling me into those surfing blue eyes
I would forever have sailed
Upon the waves of her sadness,
Dripping tears into her
Lonely waters

She spoke to me like
A mother speaks to her baby
Soft, sweet and gentle
A pillow of kisses and compliments

I was her lover
We had found a pretty paradise
Anchored and secure arm in arm
Rich in happiness
Hand in hand
Dancing in the rain

Just as simply as
We mistook temporary as forever
The power of loss spread it's
Feared wings
For distance accompanies all

Ah, but to dwell within a hell
Self created shell of hindsight
Even harder to
Move forward from the
Comfortable bed
The silent room
The touch-less relapse
Of memory addiction

The daydream fix
Of a what-if ******
The foot planted firm
Atop excuses
Atop excuses
Atop good excuses

Eventually, get over it
Becomes a favorite phrase
As I grow bitter
Full of emotional

And now
I wait for something to come
No contingency plan
For the most lazy cause of action
Just dizziness
Windowpanes to reflect my futile
searching eyes
Rain, to pitter patter a lost voice
And a dreamy nap

May I stay here
957 · Jun 2014
Beauty in Black
Hollow Jun 2014
I hated high school
And the image of popularity
What a waste of dear time
Pretending to be perfect
It takes far too long

I would rather be flawed
Rugged and ****

I never liked the 'perfect girl'
I liked the girl with the cigarette and leather jacket
And the shorter hair
Who looked at me and winked
And agreed to skip school for coffee and ***
Who cares if we just met?

I admire the free girls
But unfortunately, common parents
Will scream when they hear
Their daughter likes gauges
Or tongue piercings
Because magazines will make you believe
You have to be pink and tiny to be ****

Poor brainwashed mothers and fathers
They expect
Expressive reform
And a staunch to true personality

Sacrificing yourself for the pleasure of others
Is the surest way to confirm your existence
As nothing more than a name and face
Imprisoned under false authoritative rule
Why not escape from this place
Where beauty is structured
Into yourself
Where beauty is a matter of expression
945 · Sep 2014
Memory Lane
Hollow Sep 2014
Come repaired
Only to be taken apart again
This house is no longer
A home for you

You there, rusting away
Atop a dusty window sill
Looking out through broken glass
At Memory lane

There is no medicine for your pain
No pill to take this time
You will not sleep here
You will not dream here

You will breathe here
Inhale the bitter past
You will walk barefoot
Through these solemn halls

You will cut your hands
On sharp words that still linger
On the ancient air

See these colors and remember
The paint tells a different story
Rotten wood drives you insane
Welcome back to termite hindsight

This place is no longer a home
A cemetery rests here
Ghosts live here now
You don't belong here
Hollow Jul 2014
As they swirled above the clouds
Twisting in and out of existence
Heart fluttered, such as the wings of
Butterflies in my belly

The girl in the tree
Witnessed not what I did
As she called out my name
Voice of reason, guide me

Look, up here!

And the ladder I climbed to sanctuary
Was of oak and sap
Sticky with unknowing
And her hand touched mine
But her face was unseen

The dragons
Above, with jade scale and ivory claw
Swirled in the dance of
My eternal struggle
For knowledge

Captured, but not owned
Are these visions

The clouds darkened as my hand slipped
And I fell backwards
Seeing her dark hair
But her face was
Not there

And the wind picked up the new rain
Fresh, like the blood of dragons
In an epic twist of death
And poured it into my eyes

And though I slept soundly
Silence was always there
I am going to begin writing my dreams as poems. Perhaps this will give me a better understanding of how my mind travels through the winding streets of uncertainty.
887 · Mar 2015
Hollow Mar 2015
As I'd imagine, would be eternal,
somewhat infinite
If such a pleasure existed
Would not all delve into wandering hunt?

Can finding be so easy
as to search something into existence?
Perhaps we are barred such by our existential
inferiority that even perceptions of secluded wonders escape
our shorthanded inquisitions

As we linger in the potency of misdirection,
so closes the curtain that shields the unknown respite

Sans sleep
885 · Jun 2014
Hollow Jun 2014
I love the feeling
Of ice cold lips
White rain
Blue fingertips

Looking up as
Flakes of beauty
Caress my eyelashes

I can play guitar in the snow
And sing a song
Me and my dog

Ever so hollow
Just going with the flow

Like the little perfect flakes
Falling to rest
On the ground

And like snowflakes
We melt into nonexistence
Packing up
And following the next storm

There is no rest for the cold
I suppose my soul
875 · Dec 2014
Hollow Dec 2014
Twas yesterday left
And today it was sound
I seek home to rest
And it's here I'll be found

No longer just one
But of many I am
Many who stay here
Who call me their fam
868 · Jun 2014
Mark of Pain
Hollow Jun 2014
Cut me again
Serrated incision
Sever my vein
A bladed decision
852 · May 2015
So What?
Hollow May 2015
I often digress that I
Am sick and tired of all you poets
With all your literal genius
The hypocrisy is mine

I must say, that I;
against all grain, have established
Not synonymous
With hubris

For some time
I waded through the shallow
Darkness, seeking closure
All I found was me

Sitting in the corner


So I grabbed my hand, and said:
"You can rebel and yell music get tattoos kiss girls eat sweets and... yourself"
And I believed me

Just another
Amateur poem
From the happiest girl
On the saddest world
848 · Jul 2014
Abigail's Collapse
Hollow Jul 2014

One foot forward, I said
And she listened, gingerly taking her first step
I held onto her shoulders as she marched
Forward unto revival

You'll be back in no time
Were the last words I spoke to her
And upon her farewell
I wept tears of hope
And loss

- *
September -

I remember hearing car doors close shut
On the days where I sat
Atop my window sill
And I would peak out
From behind my curtains
With wishful thinking

And I remember the sting of pain
When it was someone else
So I would let the curtains close
Like the end of so many
Epic plays
And the audience would not applaud

October -

I made a little girl cry
On Halloween
I sat in wait
Forgetting the significance
Of costumes
And sugary give outs
Remembering only the taste
Of something much sweeter
But it had been months

The knock on the door
Was like the beating in my chest
And I sprang up in some
Newfound excited hopefulness
But I had let myself down
And the little girl at my door
Dressed like a dinosaur
Was no match for the beast
Inside of myself

They all heard me
Parents and antsy children alike
Who walked by in search of joy
And the stares were unbearable
The little girl who cried
Never saw that my eyes matched hers
As she fled into the night

I sat with my back against the door
And cried until the waves of exhaustion
Took me away

November -

Only the night would get me
Out of bed
Many times I found myself walking
Along some unfamiliar road
Winding through darkness
Like the twists and turns in my mind

Sometimes I ran
Like I was being chased
And the cool air of the night
Would fill my lungs
And when I was tired
I continued running

Emotions had been all but drained
And the feeling of loss
Was replaced with

But somewhere
Pressed underneath folds of carelessness
Was an inkling of hope
A spark of optimism
That kept me alive

December -

I remember the funeral
Where along with my only love
Was buried my soul
My spirit
And my heart

I was asked to speak of her
And her family bade me luck

When all was silent
And the ears
Longing for closure
Were tuned to my presence
I opened my mouth
And said nothing

No one had noticed the blood
Dripping from my wrists
But they all saw
Abigail's collapse

My head swung forward
Smashing into the podium
I remember being sideways
As blurs rose to block out
What little visions remained

And then I asked one thing
In my stupor

Is she better now?

January* -

The two who gave me life
Made me stay inside my room
Because I tried to take what was mine

I would sit atop my window sill
Knees pulled tightly to my chest
And I would stare outside
Watching for the red hair
Waiting for the car to pull up
And her to get out and stretch her legs

She would look up and see me
Her eyes would tear, and she would
Run inside to me

I would kiss her and never let her go
But instead, it's all the same
People come and go
Friends visit
Seasons change
And the world moves on without her
Without me
Rest in peace my love.
846 · Jun 2014
In Bed With Love
Hollow Jun 2014
Your mouth
Like a spigot, turning
To drain me of discomfort

I scream
Brought to ecstasy
By your passionate love

Oh to lay
Nestled to sleep
By the calm of your touch

I dream
Of nothing more
Than embracing for eternity
843 · Jun 2014
Opalum Addiction
Hollow Jun 2014
Oh hither come ye
Far across withered hill
Through tumbling winds
To see an opal eyed Goddess

Will your voice meet a deaf slate of ignorance
Or taste eager ear and open heart
Nary a whisper
Of regret

In gaze and motion
A slave to this intense feeling
You are here to satisfy my hunger, no?
797 · May 2015
Dirty Hands
Hollow May 2015
I left my hand print
On a glass door this morning
And thought nothing of it

Just like your mom smoked crack
Like nothing of it
Or your dad walked out
To avoid the fiscal cliff
Of raising you

I left a hand print
Thinking nothing of Jared
The window wiper
Who makes half as much as I do
With twice as much
To lose

My existence to him
Is the effort he takes to hunch
And clean up my disrespect

Jared is seventy two
And has back problems
From "The War"
His wife is dying of cancer
And he stays late
To wipe away
My inconvenience

Jared will never know my name
I will never know Jared's name

Jared will never understand
Why some people
Can't just use the **** handle

I will never understand
How my daily actions effect everyone
Thinking nothing of it

Jared will work late
I will leave hand prints

But someday

I will wear shoes
Similar to Jared's
778 · May 2015
A Taste (10w)
Hollow May 2015
Kissed her here, kissed her there...
...Kissed that girl everywhere
719 · Sep 2014
Change of Heart
Hollow Sep 2014
Where are the outreaching hands today
Where are the smiling faces
Where are the steady feet and the bright eyes

I dream to dream today
I dare to believe in happiness
I will sing today, one note higher
I will touch hearts and mold memories to be thankful for

Where are the kind words
Where lie the poems of beauty and nature, nurture and soul

I promise light today
A sliver of hope across a sea of dreary stillness
Today, I draw a new breath, fill my lungs with joyful whispers

And your ears are the target

I love you all
719 · Jul 2014
Two Love
Hollow Jul 2014




719 · Mar 2014
What a Night
Hollow Mar 2014
How wonderful
To sit under these stars
Free of worry at least for a night
Maybe a sip of wine
Maybe a few more

And maybe a warm blanket
And your favorite music
Ringing softly in your ears
From that old radio
You thought you'd never use again

Maybe a silent awe
For all things beautiful
And maybe
The warm notion of peace
And tranquility
Massaging your weary shoulders

And maybe
A gentle kiss
Of dreamless sleep
713 · Jun 2014
Where Did It Land
Hollow Jun 2014
Just a moth of an idea
Fluttering dangerously close to the light

To be killed by enlightenment
Is irony

Having wings does not heighten awareness
It only raises hubris
708 · Jul 2015
Hollow Jul 2015
She had an option now
Once a goal, fed until wings spread until flight took until she lost the town
Until shot down
She had an option now, a full fledged choice, all teeth and silence
In the wake of her indecision grew envy, which looks like a giant mosquito, if you believe in giants

Before we go towards sore mode and mope so hopelessly over "wrote poetry", let us take time to give the mosquito a little appreciation
Unlike choice, envy is a toothless *******, and instead pokes and prods and leaves an undesirable little welt
But like choice, envy hovers

She slept on cardboard that night
That night in particular was rather dreary, grey and wet
Kicked out of her home, alone so closed and prone to no hope
She dove to floor and groped dope to erode her dome


She hit that stash and sat back happy in mad hat fantasies
Mad hat had-to-be's and lap dance reveries she tapped untapped man, she gagged for bags and haggled deep

Back then, she was a pariah,
She floated and she owned it, turned around and wrote it and low and behold she sold it, and now she's bold poet

Funny how the world wants you when you don't need it
Funny how a girl flaunts too, for the temporary feeling

We swat bugs who want a fix

But when they're butterflies...

They flutter by
676 · Aug 2014
Love Drugged
Hollow Aug 2014
Eat my soul
Reap it so
Defeat my whole
Reap and sow

Weave me
Thread me into you
Sew us together
Tear us apart

Love my eyes
Look away
Love my cries
Crooked sway

Wander wide
And stay far
The distance kills
Dangerously close

No resistance
Lost by guidance
You point; a trident

Three separate paths
All lead to you
Cannot stay away
What to do

In the loveliest form
Cold and warm

I am trapped
Caged in you
Emotions tapped
Painted blue
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