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False Poets Oct 2017
An excerpt from           An excerpt from
a poem by T.S. Eliot.     a poem by the False Poets


Between the idea          no permanence in juxtaposition
And the reality              where Falls the Shadow, the shadow
Between the motion.     a divisive notion caught between
And the act                    composition & action, the response is
Falls the Shadow           Falls the Shadow
    

Between the conception grayed outline indistinct, the cognitive sap
And the creation              leaks, contradictions irritating birth sac,
Between the emotion      whereupon Falls the Shadow emerges
And the response            the response conclusive, occlusive, collusive 
Falls the Shadow             Falls the Shadow
                                  
Between the desire          juxtaposition insertion, need to achieve
And the spasm                 the blurted ****** of spurted letters born
Between the potency.      in the potent white seeds of black words
And the existence            coming into existence as a riptorn issue,
Between the essence        essences of scents blood+logic foretelling
And the descent               birth & death, descent & the ascent, both,
Falls the Shadow              Falls the Shadow

Between the desire            the desire desired, completed,
And the spasm                   the latency uncovered,
Between the potency         the potent toxins of spit and tears
And the existence              the birth fluid of  of existence
Between the essence          the formulation of the human essence
And the descent                 from blood dust to blood dust is where
Falls the Shadow.               Falls All the Shadows
October 2017
mc ish Mar 24
i wish there were more ways to say that i found an oasis in the form of your touch
i wish i could count the pains that i carry like satchels everyday
strung off my shoulders
i wish i knew why i refused to let them fall
i wish gravity would just have its way with me
toss me aside and find a new giddy little thing to run this so called world
i wish i knew how to tell you that i want to be a bird
not because they can fly away from here
not because they grace their homes with bright colored feathers i could never adorn
but because they are hollow
they are hollowed out, weak, frail and somehow it makes them stronger
or perhaps i wish not to be hollow
but to filled with something other than you
March 23 2019

I couldn't do anything
To save my soul
Where did you go Jade
Nobody knows. Its burns

My entire life was a lie
One that i created
One i believed in
Two lies. One lost life

Time catches up to you
It destroys your spirit
Time has no friends
Time has no emotions

I hate being alive. And empty
Hollowed out and forgotten
Against an endless army
No friends. No family. To save me

We are all just sinners
Waiting for our execution
If only we could be ourselves
Till our time is called

Everyday. Little by little
We lose another piece
Of our picture that God gave us
Until its all faded. All shambled

A soul is so valuable. But i was weak
Gullible. Kind. Trusting. Caring
Against demons. It makes you easy
Never trust in anyone. But yourself

I lived my life in the lie of Jade
Waiting for her. Everyday
But nobody came. Not a single soul
She only existed in my dreams

Now iam too old. My soul destroyed
If only i loved me. And believed
That belief. Is all that carried me
But my wings of heartfelt thoughts
My imagination. Its burning in ****
And there is no God.
Who will hear me
No Jade. To hold me
And bring me back
Its too late
We just age.
Until we are dust. And die
Nobody is there
Nobody cries
They all only believe in their lie.
Jade was my life goal
But i guess its imposdible
I wish i was 14 again
So i could make my life
Better than this
Nylee Mar 18
The greed makes me feel hollow
I am losing all the treasure I have had
My need above others
My life more than theirs
I can't believe I could
But when I
I would repeat it again
I will hunger for more
No matter the others would starve
I change, become a monster.
Jedda Mar 13
What if I can’t remember who am, who I was? I get this ache like I’m missing something, but what if that ‘something’ was never there? Maybe I’m looking for empty hallways, hoping there’s a mirror to show me the way towards myself. Or maybe there’s all ready too many mirrors and now I don’t know who isn’t the reflection. Who am I? What have I done with myself? Where am I? Will I ever be more than this hollow eyed pane on the wall? Pane, it’s fitting. Pain, it’s fitting, me.
- j
Brayden Allen Mar 10
Sometimes,
it feels like someone’s scraped out my insides
and i truly feel hollow: empty.
I’ve worked so hard
all my life
to lay down the roadwork for where i am now.
The only problem is that
i don’t know where i am.
I’ve tried to rejoice but
in building what I wanted,
I can never make room for myself.


So, I keep looking for a home.
U n t i l   h e   p r e s s e d   t h o s e

s i l k y   k e y s ,

I   n e v e r   k n e w   t h e

e m p t y   s p a c e

i n s i d e  o f   m e .

T h e  m o r e   h e   p l a y e d ,
t h e   m o r e
F
U
L
L

I became.
The space in me
was no longer hollow
and soon began
to
overflow.
His music filled my soul like air fills my lungs.
Gale L Mccoy Mar 3
hollow me out like a jellyfish
remove my spine-heart-brain
so serine in these
celestial waters
Dominique Feb 21
i have so little of me left

                                                    it's  s l i v e r s, really, silhouettes


a     scatter ing            of cel ls     at be st


                                                       why would i let you have the rest?
i wish i could unselfishly give myself to people
unfortunately today it seems that there's barely enough of me for me.
Dominique Feb 21
One blank look from him
And I'm hollow enough to write poetry again.

Should I send a thank-you note
Or crumple it and stuff it down his throat?
Not sure what's worse, writer's block or this void.
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