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Meteo Dec 2015
Tonight our drowning is hollowing out bottles
drinking the impossible honesty that echoes there
tonight we are wearing neon
wearing regrets loosely
shaking off our youth
as our shadows grow itchy

Tonight the impossible chance
that she takes me into her hands
the whole weight of me
all unfinished poems
and the man parts I have

She says, "let's see what you are made of"
I make her no promises
I just give in to our mutual intoxication
there is no where in the world I'd rather be heedlessly
than in this moment
half-drunk and leaving this bar
hand-in-hand with the girl
half-drunk and leaving this bar with me

there was no traffic that night
so we drove wreckless against the calm
as if to save time on fore-play

She takes me back to her place
we stumble through the door
as if breaking-in we reach her kitchen
each missing a shoe
her hands invading my layers
unwrapping my dignity
my tongues' failing diplomacy against her mouth

She looks into my eyes
breaking what I had hidden behind there
I wonder now if she does this with all her prey
I wonder if she does this everytime she prays
as she falls to her knees and defeats me
for all that I am
man parts and unfinished poems

And finishing me rises heavenly-faced
from the crime scene
of my oblivion ephemeral
at her feet I kiss her again
less for diplomacy now
more for slavery

She told me once
that's what she always hated about me
the way I would kiss her after she killed me
as though turning a secret into a promise
then I would laugh and she would not
which always made me wonder if I should apologize

I lift her in all her accentuated smallness
on to the kitchen counter
and free her legs from her pants
as I am still shackled at the ankles by mine

I crash all that is holy of me
into all that is sacred in her
and just before her breath in sips slips beyond her lips
she tells me to take this to the bed
her knees over my shoulder
my arms under hers
I carry her in all her shifting heaviness

Her skin could make the sky jealous
our names tattooed among the clouds breaks bleeds rain
everything hollow sings in harmony tonight
tonight you need not believe in heaven
to inherit the ghosts which had kept us empty

Tonight we danced horizontal
shipwrecked against our bed sheets
dying to fight the dark away
dying to wake up with each other
what we break before morning escapes

there are shorelines we'll never reach
there is a forgiveness we can't quarry
there is a weight too heavy a
lifetime of nights could not swallow

our *** was an attempt to forgive each other for being empty
we ****** each other in attempt to forgive each other for being incomplete.

Tonight, everything hollow sings in harmony
As we pick up the pieces
before morning breaks
tamia Dec 2015
Kisses between conversations,
Red roses and dark chocolate,
Beautiful gowns and flashing lights,
Fierce, wild, reckless love,
This was their life.

Residing in the sleepless city,
Showered with money, fame, and splendour:
The golden boy and the magical girl.
They had it all, they did,
Youth and life to them was forever.

Yet on one silent morning
As the sun rose,
They staggered home, slightly drunk,
Coming from some grand party in Long Island.

They look outside to the sea of buildings.
She pointed out the newspaper vendor below,
He pointed out the lady sweeping the street,
They watched a little happy family stroll along the sidewalk.

Then together, they asked themselves silently:
*What now?
Pardeep Nov 2015
Hollow
        as last hopes escape.
Numb
        as it sinks in.
Goodbye
          forever.
RLF RN Nov 2015
This hollow shell, inside
dwells something intangible,
that may be felt, excruciatingly.
For in this cavity,
there's no one else, nor
nothing else. Only, or
perhaps, this solitary state.
No air to breathe,
no bed of roses to lie upon,
neither a warmth to neutralize
the cold, and empty space
that fills the hollowness.

There's plenty of room to insert to,
and lots of something to be inserted.
May the heavens forbid them,
I won't mind. What matters truly,
at this point in time, is
to have something, or someone.
Than to actually have,
nothing and no one.

This hollow space, is
A battle, alone I had to win.
A longing, alone I had to withstand.
Hollow Steve Nov 2015
Tainted little lines,
Chaotic rhythms,
My lullaby is almost complete

Tranquility died,
Alongside the delusion,
And eternity wept something neat

We were one,
Mind and soul,
Body gave up on you

'till this day,
'till dying days,
He hates you

Never to be friends again,
Never ever again
Forever split in two

Nobody lives here anymore.
Only ghosts do

Who would've known,
My final request...

My good old friend,

Death.
Free Bird Nov 2015
I gave him my heart,
I thought we could share,
But now he's got two hearts,
While my chest is left bare.
Aniseed Nov 2015
It's been three hundred and sixty five days,
Twelve hours,
And eight minutes,
And all I've been able to do is try
To wrap my head around the fact
That it's been that long since you've been
Gone.

For months my world was surrounded by
Pictures of you,
Videos of you,
People talking and talking
And talking
About how they felt about you.

I was always talked over.

The gust has died down
But I'm still not over it.
"Take a step forward,"
But there's a fence
And I've never been
A good climber.
Remember the tree
Behind your trailer?

Three hundred and sixty five days,
Twelve hours,
And twenty two minutes.
There's a white box here
That I'm itching to write in
With all the anger and the regret
That's constricting my chest,
But the words escape me.
These are hollow.
These are ghosts.

Guess I've gotten too good
At keeping it in.

Called you selfish the
Last time we spoke.
Hell, you hung up on me
On Christmas.
But there hasn't been a day
Where I don't see a child
Smile up at their daddy
And my eyes don't glance away.

Three hundred and sixty five days,
Twelve hours,
And twenty nine minutes.,
And I'm still as sorry as I was
The first second I knew.
This doesn't really feel like a poem. I just needed to share with someone. Anyone.

Hope you found peace, dad.
WickedHope Oct 2015
i'm tired of crying
i'm tired of late nights
i'm tired of dying
of sirens and bright lights
Make me shut up.
Please.
Douglas Stone Oct 2015
Here I go again guess i'm up again
Can't dream but I can't plain complain
Miscellaneous mischievous thoughts are on my brain
Can't seem to drain this live of pain
waking not just once or twice it's like I never sleep
My thoughts so complex I get lost inside them
When I try to undermine I can't wrap my mind around 'em
Not all who wander are lost but those lost can't even wonder, my mind ponders in a stance like i'm free to lie
If they're free to buy, guess freedom is still alive
But to dreams i'm a prisoner
where there can be no visitor
I am hollow and I will live forever
call me momma Sep 2015
I don't need you anymore,
you're not worth fighting for.
Cut the noose loose from my neck,
and take back everything that is left.
I'm a mess,
****, I'm a wreck.
Do I care?
Do I dare try to survive?
After everything that has happened in my life?

You left, no trace.
Didn't even care about my sunken in face.
Long nights drinking, all day dreaming.
Oh ****, there's nothing to believe in.

Cold nights, all day in hell.
But it doesn't compare to the way that I felt.
Hollow bones, hollow-er heart.
Can you blame me for wanting to go back to the start?
Random inspiration.
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