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CastorPolydeuces Nov 2014
So here's the thing, I think she died. I tried to save her poor, diseased mind.
So I stepped in and took control, steered her shell and lost her soul.
I guess I didn't realize what I was, or what a human actually does.
I thought I knew how your world worked, you fleshy beings are absurd.
So here I am inside her shell, a demon lost, in a different hell.
Francis Santos Nov 2014
There were days that I cried,
Because of all the pain,
Till it came to a point,
That I got tired of feeling,
That I got tired of pain.

So I hardened my heart,
Every day, I hardened my heart.
So much that it turned into stone,
Then it turned into steel,
Till it completely rusted, falling apart.
Natalie Neo Nov 2014
I dreamt that I was a tyre
but I was punctured,
air was escaping.

I dreamt that I was a tank
but I was leaking,
water was draining.

I dreamt that I was a me
but I was crying,
parts of me were failing.

I can't go on
not when I'm hollow.
Lunar Oct 2014
i might have become
         h o l l o w
         as the bottles i drank
                       numb
             as my cold fingers
      e m p t y
        as the inbox on my phone
         disoriented
  as how this poem is typewritten

how much more naiveté
do i have to go through
in order to realize
because i know im hurting
yet i dont know how to explain the pain
Darby Hewitt Oct 2014
Stained thoughts of hollow words.
Hollow words with broken meaning.
A bitter taste, a sick feeling.

A toast to a night I cant remember,
poison in my veins,
but no, no fever.

Practiced smiles and routine portrayal.
So imperfect, expected betrayal.

Eat the lies, curled around your tongue.
Don't choke, don't run.
Meek human, don't cry.
Numb yourself, I know you can.

Numb yourself, it feels better in the end,
just try.

*-dh
Patrick Sugarr Oct 2014
See through this
    hollow chest o' mine
        A heart that's beating
Your name is what its speaking.

With reasons so shallow
     it drowned in playful sorrow
wishing you'd save it tomorrow.
                         --
got inspired by what i painted last midnight so i decided to write this quickly xD i was so sleepy tho~ heeee here's my painting its not that good tho i did it in like thirty minutes or less xD https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=816034428418967&set;=pcb.816035665085510&type;=1&theater
Clarissa Wright Oct 2014
As a child I had no time
At least, not for trivial things
Such as toys and games
I was busy learning

Spells and runes
Incantations
Illusions and charms
I thought I could trick myself
Into thinking I was happy

As a teenager I had no time
Not for school nor for love
My instructor declared these were trivial
And like the words of a spell change an object
He changed my perceptions

All that was important was my training
My future

Many are pushed into careers
Pressured by a parent

But I am truly a cog in the machine
I wish I was pressured
That would mean I was given a chance to say no
But magic binds
Your master leaves you no choice

As an adult I met you
And the high you gave me beat any spell
It beat any thing I had ever learned
But I didn’t love you

I still don’t love you

I love the idea of you
I love the way you’re there
How you try to help me resist
How you gently correct all my misbehaviors
But I could never love you

All I know now are enchantments
And my heart grows cold as stone
If I could change myself
I would

If there was a spell to fix myself
To force myself to love you
I would use it

Because theres a sadness in your eyes
You know that I’m unable to love
And this breaks me

I’m sorry to you
And I’m sorry to my master
For failing him
But mostly, I’m sorry for myself
Because failing him
Means my undoing

So now as an elder
I’ve remained with you only
To pass my magic along to someone
Our son

I pray your influence
Makes him a better man than I
I dont even know anymore
The Whisper Oct 2014
I feel like a shell; Empty and hollow.
Filled with nothing but air and meaningless words.
The words that once came so effortlessly and freely,
Now seem forced by frustration and lack of passion.

The passion is there; It courses through my veins.
It's suppressed by frustration and and diluted by obligation.
It's breaking me down, and I'm but a shell.
My spirit is what holds the walls together.
I'm so inspired to write, but it just feels like the words aren't coming.
What's wrong with me?
George Cheese Oct 2014
I am hollow
I am rage
I am mortal man in cage.

I am peak
I am chasm
I am grotesque ******.

I am hot
I am cold
I am broken, all told.
Abdullah Ayyash Oct 2014
You can’t recognize me
You don’t know how I look,
How I live,
Or how I breath

You can’t feel me
You don’t know how I cry,
How I laugh,
Or how I fear

You can’t realize me
You don’t know how I walk,
How I sit,
Or how I sleep

You can’t sense me
You don’t know how I touch,
How I listen,
Or how I speak

You can’t see me
You can’t shape me
You can’t save me
You can’t **** me

You can only see me
When you always,
And forever,
Love me....
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Abdullah Ayyash
October 31st, 2014
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