This weight
on my chest
slipping into my core
and pooling there
eating away at everything else
and leaving only this hollowness
I am empty, I say
I am hollow and cold, I say
fill me, warm me, fix me
But you don’t need fixing, they say
You don’t need anyone but yourself, they say
I know I know I know
but
what do I do with this heavy hollow feeling?
it drags me down like an anchor into the dark depths
I want to laugh and dance and go wild
I want to breathe in life
and exhale everything else
I want to be held, to be touched – anything please
I want to talk to kiss to love – something please
I want meaning
passion
burning desire
but more than anything
I want calm, quiet, perfect happiness  
I want love
I want to be known

Some want louder love
But all I need is such in total
Every day is my reminder
Of the empty, hollow feeling
When I’m with a whole crowd
But no one truly cares.
And no one stops to see
The tears that could be falling—
The tears that would be falling
If I truly showed myself.

To the old blue bicycle
chained to the pipes
on the corner of University
and Dundas street West

I saw you first in early October
showing off my new shoes
walking to work on Sunday
you were prized and new
a little scratched but true
with speedy silver highlights

the next time I saw you
you had lost your front tire
someone needed it more than you did
and perhaps you willingly offered

by the end of the month
you had no more silver
and both your tires were missing
you hung by your chain
your paint peeling in pain
but again I just walked past you

when it first snowed too early
I found you again on the ground
once sturdy, gleaming and fast
now rusted, robbed and hollow

you and I have much in common
old blue bike on University avenue
we both were once so strong and proud
but little by little we were pulled apart
someone needed each piece more than we did
and we thought we could help so we gave

now we're both our own rusted frames
scattered and empty in the busy street.

a hollow figure
fallen to the ground
shattered pieces
were once whole

being smashed
repeatedly
they destroy
the outer wall

they didn’t know
inside the shell
was nothing more
than emptiness

what they wanted
could never be
provided by
the hollowness

lying in pieces
there, disjointed
welcoming fate
of destruction

They share hollow thoughts, they're just clones,
Harbouring a plague of bloodthirsty tones.
Violation begins,
Spreading their deadly sins.
Motivated by the cries and moans.

The wind speaks to me at night
It cascades and whistles in mid flight
I see in it the wonder
And destruction like the thunder
It tells me of the clouds
And how they love to clump in crowds
Perhaps the wind will save us
With it's mighty and powerful gust
I wish to ask it questions
And to express my confessions
The howling shrieks seems mournful
Like those of a mere mortal
I suppose nothing is free from pain
Even nature is bound by chain
How I long to ask the wind
Why it's voice must rescind
For days at a time it will not visit
My window pane forgets its kisses
As I forget its touch on my skin
I wonder where my wind has been

she’s still living in a void dimension
forsaken and letter-less.
days have gone by with blink of her eyes,
just like the ink someone marked on her heart

morning bruised her loneliness,
the bloodthirsty night stole the laugh she dreamed of having

she is still hollow,
a house without home,
boats without captain

she is still hollow,
living in a void strange world by herself

she is longing for her vibrant being,
her darkness has taken its quit.

All those wounds make my heart porous,
Day by day all feelings are leaking through it.

But today the last drop of emotion left my heart for nothing but to make it hollow!!