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My words
They are meaning less
I can make you believe I care
Just to leave you in despair
I cant help but laugh when you make that face
Is that heartbreak speckled in your eyes?
On darling I just love that sight

But then
My words are hollow
When I tell you its fine
I don't care
I don't mind
I'm not hurt
I wont cry
No no it is fine, I didnt believe you for a second
I wasnt hopeful
I know just how cold this is
Who even knows what im writing anymore
I feel empty, hollow
A dead tree has more inside than I
Another empty meat suit
Pretending to be man
When you take away this facade, Im just a hollow shell
Freddie Rogers Jun 2015
Uprising greatness instilled within
                    Searching for trust to label a friend

Confined within his pre-destined fantasy
Sorrow building the foundation to light
Hollow building; exposing reality
The war with peace; an endless fight

Greed is corruption; corruption nurtures greed
                Paper and power is the hunger they feed

Living for what? Under a throne of lies
Demolished the tower that was once the source
He found redemption; with success to rise
Poppy Perry Apr 2015
You're making me so hollow my ribs are giving out
And caving in.
Now
Make me a promise I haven't thought of yet.

This hole in my chest is up to my shoulders.
Anchor me with that thick substance
That fills all these others whom remain on the ground.
Impart what I lack,
Pull me down,
Push your words in my mouth or your eyes through my lashes,
Put your fist in the growing gap underneath my throat
And with your fist in this spacious
bloodied chest,
Something will move.
You, who has words and fists and eyes,
Made for intrusion,
Somewhat like,
Me,
You, who theoretically completes,
Me,
theorhetoric
I died inside and shut the door
Just climbed inside, but just before
I slammed it shut, I saw you there
The only soul to look with care.
You saw this boy. You saw my tears.
I'd hid both well throughout the years.
You found my inward river flow.
That's filled me up, my hollow soul.

I'd lost some things since I was young
All my feelings except for one.
See emptiness had chose to stay,
And dig a hole in which to play.
The dirt he scooped was made of me
My likes, my cares, my hopes and dreams.
The hole he made just grew in size
Enough to hide me deep inside.

The tears I cried they filled the rest
Soaked inside out this hollow chest.
My lonely cave, this empty soul
These shovel-fulls had took their toll
And so I hid, as our eyes met
I latched the door without regret
I'd had too much to stop this train
The breaks were gone, just too much pain.

So just don't knock leave me alone.
My hollowed hole is my new home.
Inside these walls is where I'll stay.
Don't write, don't call just go away.
These four walls, a haven I've made,
Save me from what was dug away,
But still keep me from moving on
This door, these walls, could this be wrong?
Sarah Jun 2015
The day you went away I knew there was something wrong
your words
hollow
your smile
no longer danced with your eyes
it was in these moments I realized it was no longer I who held your heart
for it was her
it may have always been her
maybe you were a good actor
or maybe I was just blind
LycanTheThrope May 2015
{~~~}

Winter has fallen

12 feet under my won problems
It's amazing how cold it feels
Ice spiraling up my back
The snowflakes cracking
But the ice is hollow
Frost-covered yet not completely frozen
The rime freezes my heart
Empties my essence
But keeps my soul warm

Fall will rise

{~~~}
I don't mind the cold that much.
My Mikoto

© Copywrited
Leigh May 2015
A ripened sky splits and bleeds
Mangled reds and blacks;
An instant melts as heat from
Clustered newborn suns --
Blistered from the wounds --
Collects and beams 1600 feet
Earthwards from Fat Man's
Plump and pompous underbelly.

The pure-light pin-***** stopped
The city's pulse for a moment;
Collecting remnants of the
Beating hearts (of artists,
Doctors, students, parents,
Preachers, rats, and peasants)
To plant on rotting soil -
A hellish fungal pustule.

The swelling abscess breathed
But once and burst to
Ripple excess outwards
Soaking up the landscape;
Ingesting miles and spewing
Spores towards septic skies to form
A mass of mushroomed
Might and pyrrhic triumph.
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Àŧùl May 2015
Our love is a living legend,
Of our story there is no end,
We together will make a life.

I'll sure be a good husband,
And the most loyal partner,
She'll make the best wife..

As it started centuries ago,
Ah, the yolk is mature now,
The egg of our relationship...

Not hollow - it's just sturdy,
Of its sweets we're worthy,
It's the Easter of our love..

We both relish its flavour,
We've that rich exclusivity,
Our world of love we live in.
My HP Poem #867
©Atul Kaushal
Greyson Fay May 2015
Loss of you
Has left me blue
Filled with hate
My loves abate
To find another
My one desire
To fill the space
Unfillable
Forever empty
Without you here
Gosh relationships are awful
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