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I realized, it's not the universe
Or the microscopic world
That a Human should look into,
We shall seek our soul
Hidden to the void we own;
Navigating through experiences
That are like storms in the sea
And, probably, we would realize
That maybe the greatest treasure of all
Is us, ourselves.
Kian 5d
I tried to write you down,  
to cage your shape in syllables  
and carve your voice into stone—  
but you fell through the spaces between the words,  
your presence an ache I could not name.  

You were the shadow  
cast by light too bright to see,  
the ripple left by a hand  
reaching for water but finding air.  

I am tethered to what is not,  
chasing the echo of an echo,  
a whisper that refuses to rest.  
You linger where thought dissolves,  
where memory curls in on itself,  
a Möbius of longing.  

If I could grasp you,  
trace the edges of your form,  
I would not.  
You are not meant to be held,  
only felt in the hollow  
you carved into my being.  

And when I speak your name,  
it splinters—  
a sound too heavy for breath,  
too light to fall.
silver light Nov 21
the brightest stars originate from nothing
but the light at the end of this painful road is fleeting away
and im afraid ill never find myself kindling

the brightest stars shine among the black sea
but i find myself enveloped within the abyss
there's no point of return for me.

the brightest stars become prismatic clouds when they die
but i know now that even when i'm gone from this world
all that will be of me is a drifting waft of smoke resting by.

the universe is a perpetual dance of light
yet i find myself waltzing with the void
away from all, yet away from blight.

i may not become a star, let alone a kindle
but i'll be away from life's hatred
outside insolent maws, away from all - i dwindle.
i may not be a star like everyone else
and their brightness may burn my skin
but where red streaks of fire rest
cold, blue light under the moon
is where i find my only solace.
Morgan Howard Nov 20
My soul is a lacuna
An empty void
Filled with nothingness

It's hallow and dark
The cold walls
Covered in cobwebs and mildew

And I search
Far and wide
To find the missing piece

The missing piece
That will fill my lacuna
And make me complete again
If we share
Yes
The more would have less
But
The less would have more

If we care
Yes
We might have less time for ourselves
But
People without will feel better

If we love
Yes
We might be spread more thin
But
Others would have more to spread

But

If we ****

All is void
Some words might be censored. It'd be a synonym of to unalive. Starts with a 'k'
H AE MZ Nov 7
To feel you, to have you, is what I have risked everything.

To love is so easy, to be loved, so hard.

But that mantle, so swiftly gone, now leaves me standing, alone, in a reverberating void, where your voice lingers.

Love's fleeting cloak, a transient shroud— once my shield, now an empty field, where the specters of your voice haunt the silence, and shadows stretch, reminders of what was.

When love departs, it leaves jagged marks, an aching void, where joy once stood.

Your warmth, a memory's ghost, haunts my nights, a presence I miss most.

The trust once held, now shattered and expelled, love's remnants sting on the skin, like the chill of an endless winter, where frostbite gnaws, and daylight never peaks.
Oh, the fleeting nature of love! In writing this poem, I aimed to capture the profound emptiness that follows its absence. The imagery and metaphors are meant to evoke the haunting presence of lost love and the lingering memories that persist in my mind. This piece encapsulates the essence of my emotional journey, from the initial risk of giving everything for love to the enduring pain of its absence. Through this poem, I hope to share the raw emotions and the lingering shadows that remain after a broken heart.
Peter Garrett Sep 30
My childhood was
Fu**ed up in a way that
I can hardly feel anything
So now I keep on playing
The character I've created
In a futile attempt to fill
Such endless void
Will I ever get to see colours again...?
apricot Sep 27
In the depths of my soul lies a hollow
A void that echoes with endless sorrow
A deep ache that no one can follow
A pain so raw, it's hard to swallow

I try to fill it with fleeting pleasures
But they only serve as temporary measures
The emptiness remains, a constant tether
Dragging me down, no end in sight, forever

I search for meaning, for some reprieve
But all I find is grief upon grief
I long for solace, a moment of peace
To bring an end to this endless disease

So I wander alone in this empty space
Hoping to find a way to embrace
The hollow that haunts me
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