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718 · 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

Nonexistence
No resistance
Lost by guidance
You point; a trident

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

Hate
In the loveliest form
Fate
Cold and warm

I am trapped
Caged in you
Emotions tapped
Painted blue
690 · Aug 2014
Light
Hollow Aug 2014
Whisper unto me
Words of wisdom come to be
*Use the sun to see
680 · Aug 2014
Common
Hollow Aug 2014
Everywhere I let my eyes wander
All the faces I dare to glance upon
They're all the same

It's all water
Placid as glass
Every detail coagulates
Into one blank page
A diary of lost souls

I feel pulled under
By the cascading heights
Of my insecurities
Constantly wondering;
Does anyone else see this?

If the world is invisible to us all
Where do we aim our eyes:
*To the clouds?
Hollow Oct 2014
He withered away slowly
Folded in, let go and relaxed
As time began to play tricks on his body

They say he used to tell stories
The old man
Stories of magic and sunshine showers and warm rain
Blue grass and white sand and endless oceans of flowers

They say something changed him

And whatever it was,
it began as something subtle at first
Nobody said a thing
Time passed &
his behaviors became stranger,
people murmured

He no longer yearned for his dreams
to come true,
becoming reclusive,
he rarely ventured outside anymore
to count the stars or
to sing rhymes,
play in the rain or
to catch butterflies
His taste for fine wine
disappeared altogether
like his pets

And if anybody knew
the pain he held inside,
they would have traded
their own world for his.

Sometimes you can see him
Sitting alone amidst the crowds
His eyes open, but not seeing
Lost, they say
Or perhaps, misunderstood
His hands fold gently across knees that once held children
In all their excitement for a new tale
His shoulders, once proud, carrying the air of glory
Now slump under the weight of
Something heavier than sadness

He's only a shell of who he once was
His lips no longer speak
of kindness nor gentleness,
there is something deeper,
a madness of sorts,
something burning,
hellfire flickers behind black irises
Some say he lives on the fringes,
survives on his broken heart,
could become unhinged at any moment
Keeping their distance,
nobody has the courage to ask,
they just go about their business,
as if his life doesn't matter

If there is a horizon to depression
Certainly, he has found it
The void extended an icy grip
Sealing him cold and bitter
He is entwined within a mess of his haunted past
Who will ask?
An eidolon stalks him
Begging to be released from sealed lips
Stamped together like a letter, never to be opened
Spoken of
Silence is laid across him like a blanket of despair

Cares of a better life
he discarded early,
the hands of the ones he loved
strangled all hope,
his bitterness lay silent,
crushing spirit
creating a hatred deep within
his heart,
so strong was this,
not love,
not a million kisses,
endless affection
could fix it,
he was too far gone.
Written in collaboration with the talented Jonny Angel.
621 · Aug 2014
Home
Hollow Aug 2014
All the signs
The green ones that tell me the current interstate
And the ones that tell me
Which city I'm in
All the signs that point me in the right direction
And I think:
"Huh"
"This whole time, I followed my heart...
...and not the signs that meant the most"

And for that reason I felt lost

Home is not where the heart is friends
Home is where you built your life
Whether good or bad
And I have seen it this way
To this day
And forever will I

I know where I belong
617 · Oct 2014
Ill (10w)
Hollow Oct 2014
Love quick
Love pure
Heart is sick
Can you cure?
602 · Jul 2014
Cracks
Hollow Jul 2014
Idle
The minutes tick by
Wasting away
And I watch, unfazed
As time decays before me

This is just me
Rooted in deep thought
Seeking whatever was lost
Reaching out
Searching in vain
And the futility
Drains my spirit

The shells
The former casings
Have all but been erased
Cast out
Of existence
Because I have
"Moved on"

Is this a game?
If it is
Then so many pieces
Have gone missing
Thrown away
Lost in the fissures
Of a broken soul

All the little holes
All the shadows
Love the taste of hope
So they eat it right up
Nothing left

When you fall behind
Time dies
Because time,
Once seen as an option
To make things better...
...becomes the monster you must
Defeat

Happiness becomes
A trivial pursuit
In the wake of immobility
Forward is forgotten

These reflections
On emptiness
Come from a warped heart
And a wounded mind
And a tongue that has tasted
Self imprisonment
But
More importantly
The hands that broke *free
597 · Dec 2014
Her
Hollow Dec 2014
Her
I became rich
With fortune found beneath
A warm kiss drip dropping
Onto my cold breast
I found the one.
593 · Jun 2014
Emily
Hollow Jun 2014
I met a girl
With a heart to change the world
And a lovely smile

She had a soul
Like cold midnight breezes
And lonely walks

She had eyes
Like grass dancing in the wind
And poison kisses

She had hair
Like a warm fireplace burning
And sunsets

Her mind
Like a hurricane of imagination
And confusion

But she left
Disappeared into herself one day
Forgot me

And I wait
For another void to be filled
In silence
574 · Jun 2014
I Feel It
Hollow Jun 2014
Coursing through my veins
As my back
Arches in pleasured convulsion

My eyes shut tight
Lips pursed
Fists clenched

Pure ecstasy
In the form of a body
Pressed tightly to mine

Curled in the sheets
The room dark
Inviting us

I feel it
570 · Mar 2014
To Lose My Mind
Hollow Mar 2014
I wish my temples could grow wings
So my mind
Could separate from my body
And fly high
Away from me
558 · Mar 2014
Paper Wings
Hollow Mar 2014
Maybe I will fly
Falling from
An angels doorstep
If only
Angels would let me in
So I must learn to
Spread these wings

But are they real...
...or a child's paper and glue
Creation?
To burn in the sun
546 · Aug 2014
Gravestone
Hollow Aug 2014
Tears descend unto fissured marble, pattering not unlike the autumn rains
Plaintive sighs whispered into the silence of tragedy
Wind ices my reddened face as I stand six feet above your embrace, longing
There is only a burning emptiness as I wrap myself in scarred arms
Turning away, I remind myself that it only gets colder after fall
Grey skies cajole a downpour as I flee to a broken home
524 · Jun 2014
My True Wish
Hollow Jun 2014
This is dreaming and I know it is
Brushing against the hips of acceptance
I want to be a part of the family again
You can't sway my opinions at all

Why pretend to be afraid of me anyway
I guess bringing it up is a serious faux pas
You never want to talk about it anymore
Not since you let me go because of it

You just want to know if I have a job yet
Or some other insipid parental concerns
Am I going to settle down somewhere
Do I have someone who can help me

Is Monty the Dog eating Greenies
And am I taking my anxiety pills
Truth is, I was thinking about those
Taking them all at once the other day

I doubt that would have helped anxiety
But it would have gotten rid of the pain
Of being branded a pariah by nature
Can I please be your daughter again
515 · Aug 2014
"Wait For Me"
Hollow Aug 2014
Was her last request, and bound to her I happily acquiesced  
In that moment I found strength in her misplaced optimism, the faintest whisper of hope

As she turned away, I told her, "You'll be back in no time", not realizing what a cruel lie that must have been
For months I waited as seasons changed, mocking me with their linear courses

My window became my mirror, but all that was reflected marked tragedy
The phone call had my heart coiled in the cold grip of reality, and I fled inwards, locking myself away
I had known the truth, but for months sought to deny myself closure

At the funeral, looking into her once green eyes, I screamed in blind fury, cursing her addictions and beauty
She had the courtesy not to respond

Sometimes, in my head, I jump back six and a half years and return to that dusty window sill
Still waiting

I sit there and hope, although I'm not sure for what
Your name is forever a part of me

I still love you, I suppose, and with all my heart can reach out with, I want you to come back

I did what you said

I waited
Please...?
508 · Jun 2014
Like A Beach
Hollow Jun 2014
My body is the sand
The water is your hands
Gently washing over me

Tides of pleasure pour over
Smooth skin
My soft curves

Do not stop
Trace your fingers through me
Mold me into your castle

Take me
Scoop me into your hands


*I yearn for this ******
503 · Mar 2014
Depression
Hollow Mar 2014
Eyes like water
Dripping with sadness
Silence

Hands are hotter
Gripping with madness
Violence
499 · Jul 2014
It hurts me to know...
Hollow Jul 2014
...that I am afraid to fall in love because...
...the past never dies.
495 · Aug 2014
Open
Hollow Aug 2014
I hope that it hurts
When I spill my guts to you
At least I still feel
449 · Sep 2014
Who wants to write with me?
Hollow Sep 2014
Anybody?
Let's exchange some thoughts, fellow poets!
413 · Jun 2014
Brain First
Hollow Jun 2014
There would be no harsh words spoken
Because I wouldn't have the mind to start
Because if my brain got broken
I wouldn't have to think about my heart

Fragile comes in scarlet
412 · Aug 2014
Drink to Poetry
Hollow Aug 2014
This is no more than
My end

I cannot quite recall
The last time I held a pen
In sober fingers
The turbulence of sorrow infested fire water
Does wonders for the too-stable mind

I spill my entrails to you all
In the shape of my past and present
Because these drunken hands can no longer put the puzzle of the future together
It's a mind game
But I have every corner piece
Just a little hollow inside

Sobriety only brings fourth critical analysis
It takes a stumble and a smile to be a poet
To understand
So let's get drunk together
Wether it's the words that captivate you
Or the numb nostalgia of
1   2   many
I've had enough...
...I think.
407 · Aug 2014
Become
Hollow Aug 2014
People become...
...and that's it
There is nothing less complicated
Than understanding this
Or rather, accepting it

There is no below or above
There is only the middle ground
From where first thought is cast
But not set in permanence

There was never a bronze lining
Nor was there a gold one
Just a dull silver
From where we all begin to become

Life cannot be measured
Because the past doesn't exist
And the future is now
404 · Jun 2014
Dear Mother,
Hollow Jun 2014
It's been four and a half years since I took my dog, and left the rainy little state of Washington. At seventeen, you never expected me to make a life for myself. I was just your incomplete daughter, whose name you cringed saying. I shouldn't like girls and I shouldn't smoke ***. Music is only a dream and poetry is no real goal. Abigail. You gave me a beautiful name, one I used to cherish. On my birthday, when you (in your drunken stupor) sat me down, over a bottle of wine, I never thought animosity would come from your heart.

I was never empty before, under the misconception of love. You called me hollow, and that word can never be retaken. So I have taken that name, and with it I will pave my own existence.

I am Hollow, nothing else, nothing more.

I am a shell, void of life, lost in the sands.

I can't settle down, because I am cursed to emptiness.

Who wants me?

After all, I am *Hollow.
388 · Sep 2014
I Often Think...
Hollow Sep 2014
I often think of
People like me who wander
Through their broken homes

Trapped inside stained walls
Unable to run away
Do they feel the same?

Am I so lucky?
Able to escape my fate
Did I pay a price?

Nothing did I gain
Only dust and ash remain
I am numb to pain

I could cry about
Insecurity and doubt
I could go without

Just a faint whisper
Just a shadow in the dark
Hollow is my name
350 · Aug 2014
Pieces of Love
Hollow Aug 2014
She looked at me and said
The pieces of love
Are picked up from a broken heart

And she got into her daddy's car the next day
And off into recovery did she go

Off into recovery she went
And she returned in a coffin
And I never recovered

And the pieces of whatever it was I picked up
From my newly broken heart
Were certainly not shards of love
But I know they made me bleed

Emily

— The End —