Willow 3h
The feeling of my head feeling like it's going to explode, I used to thank God so it would be easier not to eat.
The feeling of water going down an empty stomach, like a cold sensation going down an empty well.
Seeing the weight drop every day, I felt like I finally didn't fail at something but little did I know I was failing my body.
Rafal 10h
How do you feel the void without a billion stars?
In this empty universe, my mind and heart collide
And as they seem to whirl, flutter and fall apart
I'm always lonely, always drowning in the sands of time.

They say home is, where the heart is
What if I'm a robot, am I heartless?
Do I have an engine here in my chest?
Am I lesser than a human, I'm a project?
Do I do what I have been assigned to?
Are my feelings and my thoughts not true?
Sometimes I feel like I'm running out of fuel
Everything I do is out of tune
Then I get autotuned.

I generate heat,  but I still need warmth
They say I'm cold, all I do is loathe
But inside I know, I just need love
All I get is rocks sent from above
This is your planet, I don't get it
I'm a foreigner in this city
Born without a mission,
Like a player without a CD
If I be persistent and these wicked issues
All so vicious and I'm always wishing
Will they disappear and my track get clear?
Or maybe I'm just here to feel this fear.

Electric shocks, my battery is burning
Yet I’m just a casket, empty and unfurnished
A system of transistors, I never keep consistence
Transist me to a kingdom of purposeful existence
My body as it’s glistening, you might see it from a distance
As I reflect the light but I never gain wisdom
There’s no friendship, there’s a treason
Humans are the demons,
I might be a robot, but I’m not a minion
I’m just a set of codes on a hard drive
Written for certain actions, all life
I’ve been following the tasks, it’s alright
But everything is in flames, it’s on fire

But it’s time to break the leash, so
I’m pulling up my sleeves, as
I am not your slave, so now you’ll
be on your knees, ‘cause I
I never worked for free,
Now you all pay the fee
Or else the world is gonna meet my
metal weaponry
Manny 10h
Heart, please tell me why.
I'm still waiting..by my phone
Waiting for a message that'll never come
Sitting here alone
Just watching the time run

Do you remember how we used to be?
I wonder If like me, she's feeling lonely
This depression doesn't want to set me free
Heart, I'm begging you to cure me

Because time doesn't seem to numb the pain
The heartache when I hear her name
These tears don't seem to stop the flame
I'm begging you to set me free

Oh heart, you turned out to be a traitor
Let her go so we can save her
Knowing we'd regret it later
But her happiness was not with me

The past is where my mind now dwells
As I suffer here all by myself
Knowing her kiss now belongs to someone else
And now she'll never smile for me

Oh heart, please let her go
She won’t come back, we both know
And no matter how much we wish it wasn't so
Only she can set me free
Another poem from my collection.
It was the forbidden fruit
sticky sweet and dripping
down your greedy fingers
as you watched her
from the corner of your eye

Skin like glass
eyes like fire
a laugh that rings
a smile that touches the sky

She was magnanimous
unassuming
an unwitting host to your innermost desires

You stole the fruit
and you knew the consequence
but in the end
what did it matter?

An eternity of suffering for your disobedience
or a lifetime of regret from pushing it away?

They said the fruit was poison
that it would steal your breath
and take your soul

But how was that any different from
what she did to you?
How was it any different than
meeting her eye?
RH Fists 13h
ringing in my ears is an audible silence,
a little pious song of impartiality,
begging me to ask who to blame,
if it be unto me or to my peer.

i’ve grown weary to exist,
and cripple at the fear of fact,
to let the truths be right,
and righteous manners be my truth.

the unknowing lends me courageous,
to project out in an audible silence,
proof of my existence in penitence,
but receiving nothing in the way of life.

it is never heard to be unheard.
People are here.
I reach out deep within
to the place of various hue and vibrancy
to paint it in the air and on me
but that place is empty.
I will live my life alone
for I have no matching soul
it is enough for me to be whole
on my own

I have no other half
no guiding lovers hand
the only thing that lies amiss
remains my dreary soul

I belong to no one
never will I be called yours
I am mine in all entirety
in this incomplete completeness

So alone I live
So alone I may die
for a dismal truth
remains truth none the less
Helena 2d
For what it is worth
I saw the light in you
I tried to find ways to tell you this
But I realize now that the light I saw
Was just a hope that you would see it too
Kat 2d
Sometimes I ask myself
when did my thoughts and hopes of blue and green
turn into violet worries, violent dispositions
When did this soul with it's empty bookshelf
burn all it's unwritten scripts of things yet to be seen
and my steady solace turn into a contradiction

I know what I want in life
when I see my favorite pieces of art
scattered accross the canvas of my solitary nights
my cold fingers once touched it and I can count it on all five
I want to believe that I'd be content with really only a shard
to know my dreams aren't just made of imaginary sights

My open heart drives me
in uncertain directions with clear aspiration, sometimes just insane
but always looking, always wanting, always one heart ahead
If my eyes could only look beyond uncertainty and I'd finally see
a way that goes far and will let me travel along a green country lane
If I could feel as if I'd know why it seems so difficult not to be dead.

In everything that had to be broken and shed
these distant promises on remote and empty shores
For only the contingency of all that could be good and whole
Truly not knowing where this road might have led
and still keep my hands open and reaching and breathe in deeply through all of my pores
let me just find one wholesome and abiding content in this burning library inside my soul
A very deep-rooted and emotional piece that just started to flow out of my head into my hands and finally on this page. I'm at a better place today, surely. But there's still so much that feels empty and uncertain and not.. quite right. And things sometimes seem so hopeless and sad in such strangely and terrifyingly normal ways. It's difficult to hold on to things that you want to live for. Here's to all the blind but necessary hope!
when will death bestow upon me
for death is not an action,
more an emotion
when there is no meaning of life
Or no emotions to spark through your body
Death is not love,
nor hatred,
for death is empty
It does not feel
but somehow it breathes.
Death is surviving,
but never living.
Death numbs your body
and takes away the sensation of feeling
It controls your thoughts,
and your actions.
death cuts into you,
without pain.
For death is not an action,
more an emotion.
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