#hollow poems on Hello Poetry

Poetic T Sep 2017

In a empty bath tub,
       I washed you forever away...

The plug hanging silent,
       As tears collapsed downward...

A hollow basin awash with regrets,
      cradled within a vacant space.

I dropped my jagged reflection,
                 not letting it cut into me..

The only thing scaring this emptiness
                 are my tears, as I walk out stronger...

#suicide #empty #blade #hollow

Mary-Rose H Sep 2017

Hollow Masquerade

My heart
crackles
with an indecipherable
something
which gives it
shape,
yet seems to simultaneously,
parasitically
siphon
all
joy
and
will
from within it.

Maybe it's just
my heart
masquerading,
pretending substance
to cover up the overwhelming
nothing.

After all, nature abhors a vacuum.

This, too, shall pass.

#nothing #heart #depression #joy #masquerade #will #nature #vacuum #hollow

Tori Schall Sep 2017

Hollow

A deep resonating eerie hum
that shakes you to the core
And fades away, here today
You cannot find a cure

You waste away; like a shade
trying to do, nothing, not really anything
You stay the same, waiting to fade
You try, but you can't do everything

You're hollow inside
Nothing but a shell
I know that you,
you can't tell

I'm hollow inside,
filled and cloaked with shadow
I know deep in my mind
I wouldn't want it any other way

I can't really think now
the thoughts begin to blur
my mind begins to hollow out
until nothing's left there any more.

#hollow #depression #darkness #eerie

Britney Lyn Sep 2017

Hollow

My thoughts eat at me like termites to a tree.
Tearing me apart from the inside out until I'm nothing but rotting dreams and scattered leaves.

Late night inspiration

#tree #leaves #dreams #rotting #scattered #thoughts #memories #hollow

Scarlet Niamh Aug 2017

Do You?

Do you feel it?
Do you feel my rotting soul?
Do you even remember the tight skin
splitting at the seams when you looked
at it? I'm lying underneath the cold,
dark sheets with black lines shifting
beneath my surface which twist
themselves into a deep haze
and force my head under the water.
Your hands of ice trail and burn
their way across my mind and tear
their way through my ripped
paper body before I bolt upright
to the sound of your rattling breath
quickly fading into the slow night.

~~ I don't think there's much of me left in here. ~~

#loss #pain #depression #trauma #assault #consent #hollow #empty #nightmare #touch

Adam Whiles Aug 2017

The Merchant

With sterile thank you's we say our goodbyes and set fire to our feet as we walk. Illuminating the opposite directions we now travel.

A hollow end to a race that never truly started because neither of us really know how to run. Though I would definitely like to pretend that I can, boasting of my previous wins and marathons, urging you to the start line as I stand next to you unable to move myself.

I am a masked hollow giving advice that I want to hear, obsessed with finish lines with no plan put into the journey, no realistic way to go. Moving not an inch while I stand still at the start.
I am ambitious beyond myself, I'll peddle fanciful tales of my dreams and the life we could lead, shadow checks that I have no intent of paying out.

My feet are on fire now but through no will of my own. I run in the opposite way using someone else's flames to push motivation into my legs. It will maybe get me halfway, if I'm lucky, before I stand around waiting for another tourist who will be easily manipulated into believing my fantasies and selfish promises.

I am a salesman masquerading as a running partner, with no intension of making it through the race.
You were right to say goodbye, never fooled by my disguise. You escaped before my faulty products and cheap knock offs poisoned your soul.
I hope your fire caries you to the finish line you run towards, leave the merchant's at the start before you go.

#end #ambition #motivation #merchant #fire #passion #hollow #poison #goodbye #endings

Poetic T Aug 2017

Hollow Cribs Echo

Voices cradled
             in hollow cribs.

Loitering whispers are
            ingested haphazardly.

Comatose I linger awaiting
my voice to blossom again.

I will again be myself
                in an empty room..

#voices #sadness #hollow #self #blossom

Adam Miles Christopher Bell Jul 2017

The Hollow man

A hollow body withered by dread,
A corpse walking with a beating heart,
But a beaten brain.

He comes from inside and the sun burns his eyes,
Before the dark indoors engulf him once again,
How long will he remain hidden this time?

For so long he has lived like this,
Though many will not notice.
For he smiles and laughs when there are people around him,
But cries inside for he is still lonely.

When day turns to night,
He turns to the ceiling and sees
A small glimmer of hope,
The shadow of a rope.

When they find him they'll be different,
"I never knew!" They'll say.
But of course it's too late already,
There's no going back now.

A hollow body withered by death,
A corpse with a silent heart,
A corpse with an empty brain.

#emptiness #death #depression #sadness #suicide #late #hollow #release