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Lostling Sep 20
If I wrote a song about me
The intro would be a happy melody.
I’d miss a couple chords
Hum some notes a little too sharp
But it’s okay

The first verse would be laughter
Dancing through the sun’s rays
White keys beneath my fingers
Playing the major

The second verse would fog over
minor notes bleeding through
each wrong sound a confession
I prayed no one would hear

The chorus would unravel
Restless chords, circling, choking
A violin played with shards of glass

The third verse would be filled with screaming
Raw and jagged
Into the void where I hoped to disappear
The fourth would fade into silence
And the fifth would hollow to a ghost

Then the devil's interval would loop, waiting for the next line
With each passing day I feel less and less present (Down Day)
Deona Spiteri Sep 16
When death finds you,
May it find you alive.
Not hollow, or dead inside,
Burnt to ash all sad and blue.

"If it does, then I wouldn't want to die."
I was born dead, not knowing how to live.
Maybe I shall learn how not to cry,
appreciate life, learn to forgive.

Maybe sometimes it's okay,
so death can feel like a welcomed guest too,
We see it as the doorway to doomsday,
But perchance we grew with that darkened hue?

We aren't living, just merely existing,
Stagnating even like trees,
Stuck to the roots we grew from.
Things we enjoyed, now just drifting
away from. And I beg with "Please,"
"Oh, how I wish I weren't so glum."

People may die thrice in their lives,
Once literally, once in memory.
once in soul, living, but not alive.
Okay so, I'm actually REALLY proud of this one. Immediately when I wrote it I was like "wait *** I have to upload this!" I love the last stanza the most because it feels like the poem is "slowly dying" (nearing it's end) as well. I don't know I just found it really creative lol😭
Hello Daisies Sep 11
My blood spills
I'm angry still
Still
And angry
There is plenty
Of reasons to ****
Never for a thrill
Only to let go

Your blood will spill
You are my ****
Yet I'll be angry still
How can I
Contain my mind
Remind
And leave behind
Hell

My nails fall off
They dig deep into you
My brain explodes
Guts on the wall
I've lost it all
I fall
I'm no devil
But no angel

I'm broken still
Angry
Never chill
I am a drill
Digging into you
First your skin
Then your malicious grin
Will bleed
Only teeth
Remain

I only know pain
I am human remains
I am inside your brain
I'll make you explode
Guts on the wall
Make you fall
You still have it all

Yet i bleed
Anger
And sadness
Red
And blue
The ugliest of hues

My body goes numb
They bury me
I eat the dirt
And swallow
I am deeply hollow
All that remains
Is anger

I am angry still
Stiff
And angry
Dead
But rage

Will i ever
Turn a new page?
ViVi Aug 30
Holding to my burdens
Like a lucky charm
In the dark my free dance
Try to hug your arm

Cry my favorite lines
Watch me glow
As loud as your whines
Watch me flow
To your heart vines

don’t ask
don’t assume
Give me your task
And I’ll consume

Holding your burdens
My lucky charm
With you I dance
With your voice I disarm
One of my first poems for cause it’s my birthday tomorrow :)
Fiona Biju Aug 30
Love is temperamental,
exhausting.
relentless.  
It drains you, shifts like the tide.  
But Hatred?
Oh, hatred is sharp,  
malleable,  
a blade you can hone.  

Love leaves you hollow,  
but hatred?  
Oh, it holds you.
Love doesn't always quench the thirst. Sometimes it's the rock I can't break. Sometimes it's the light that refuses to let me hide. But hatred... when did it become a place of comfort? When did it learn to hold me and hear my cries?
Why did the very thing I wanted most become the source of this void? And in that emptiness and void, I learned that hatred has a shape I can finally hold onto.
Sorelle Jul 30
I built a home in your silence
Hung hope like art in the dark
You watched me drown in your absence
Called it growth while you tore me apart
I begged with hands that bled for you
But you pulled away like I stained your skin
No love left to give
No breath to steal
You left me lit
Watched me peel
Made a ghost and blamed the flame
Now say my name as you feel shame
You carved me
Hollow
Wide
Deep
Then turned your back like pain comes cheap
You call that space?
I call it spit
Fed me fire I won't forget
No love left to give
No skin to save
You left me lit in your quiet grave
Made the mess and left me raw
I'm the scar you can't outdraw
Never flinched while I collapsed
Not a word as my hands unclasped
You left the match and watched me burn
Don't you dare pretend you hurt
No love left to fake
No grace to give
You left me lit
I learned to live
Not for you
Not for them
For the silence you condemned
The fire they swore wasn’t burning
-Sorelle
Cheyenne Jun 10
I feel Hollow.
Barren.
Empty.

That hollowness erodes my body,
leaving a trail of decay.
Cracks crawl through my brittle bones,
shattering my skull,
fragmenting my thoughts.

A carmine-colored river floods into my caving lungs,
before dragging itself up my throat.
The metallic taste slowly overwhelms my mouth,
and seeps through my gapped teeth.
My glass smile falls and shatters.

Terror grips what was once my voice,
holding sound captive-
my call for help erased by despair.
Only strangled sobs exist.
I'm left choking on my own life force.

Each sob collects upon my face;
a veil of tears cover my broken visage.
Shrouding me from prying eyes that encompass judgemental gazes.

Without even seeing,
their stares spear my soul and blacken my heart.
The forgotten, grayed ash
smothers out all that remains.

My rotted husk: a void, a dismal skeleton.
A vast emptiness that nothing can fill.

Broken.
Decayed.
Hollow.

It's what I am.
I'm reposting because I just won 7th place in a state contest with this poem. Any thoughts on it? Or advice to improve?
Cheyenne Apr 25
I feel Hollow.
Barren.
Empty.

That hollowness erodes my body,
leaving a trail of decay.
Cracks crawl through my brittle bones,
shattering my skull,
fragmenting my thoughts.

A carmine-colored river floods into my caving lungs,
before dragging itself up my throat.
The metallic taste slowly overwhelms my mouth,
and seeps through my gapped teeth.
My glass smile falls and shatters.

Terror grips what was once my voice,
holding sound captive-
my call for help erased by despair.
Only strangled sobs exist.
I'm left choking on my own life force.

Each sob collects upon my face;
a veil of tears cover my broken visage.
Shrouding me from prying eyes that encompass judgemental gazes.

Without even seeing,
their stares spear my soul and blacken my heart.
The forgotten, grayed ash
smothers out all that remains.

My rotted husk: a void, a dismal skeleton.
A vast emptiness that nothing can fill.

Broken.
Decayed.
Hollow.

It's what I am.
Dylan A May 7
The glimmer in your eye
          doesn’t shine the way I remember.
There’s still kindness in your gaze,
          but it feels hollow.
Your eyes look worn,
          like you haven’t slept in years.
Do you even remember
          who you are?
Still I give you the coffee
          that you might love more than me.
So I can sleep next to you
          while you stay up at night.
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