Is on fire! BURNING brightly with thoughts, ideas, emotions

                                                                         that are being thrown everywhere

the conference room...

                                                     is a mess

it's filled with white paper

                                     ink flows off the stained pages                                                                                                            

My Once Written Thoughts Chase ME!

I run away................... down the steps of abandon mines

of long forgotten trains holding all the dark, sticky, bad... stuff

                                                I don't want to touch!
                                                                                                                                                     I keep running to .... what?!

suddenly I'm in the forest.... again! that surrounds a large, ocean, vast and empty                                                                                                                                      
                                                                                                                            on the surface.

"I'm not going back in that steel walled cage! I'm not! I'm not! I'm not!"

The ink grabbed her trying to consume her.

                                             She felt numb and cold.

                   She jumped

the ocean dragged her to the cage

it was only then                                                                                                                              

                                                     she remembered this was her mind
                                                                                                              weather or not the ink got her or she was locked in the ocean steel, walled, cage

                                          she being consumed by her thoughts, emotions there is

                               No Way Out!

Look at her
Look into her eyes
Where has the light gone?
Her life has been drained
There’s only emptiness now
Her vibrancy gone
The blue in her eyes
It’s turned to ice
Her soft, tender heart
Has quit beating
Leaving an eerie silence behind
There’s nothing left of her
Of who she was
Or of who she is
Because there’s just... just nothing
Her presence, her soul
Gone void
A vacuum
And she’s left utterly empty
She’s gone.

why do I struggle
to be in awe that
I'm alive?

i know these words
never need to leave my lips,
i know you feel
the same void
in the pit of your stomach
tearing you inside out
but i'll still say them
for only you to hear;

i miss you
more than words
could ever express.

what do you call this?

this ******* void, this deep hole
dug up by us both in each other
i know you feel this too
we share this now, as we shared all else

my phone plays your favorite song
as i'm out for a run

cars on the road start moving faster and i'm thinking
if the hit would hurt less if i close my eyes

****** by this absence of you

this isn't love,
this is the feeling you get
after it leaves.

-melancholicreator

Many questions have been raised on my nature
The most of them by myself, but also by the people;
The funny thing in the huge number the questions assume:
They can be answered by one word: Vacuum.


From those questions, some may please me
Like "What art are those that may lead thee?"
Or "What limit has been reached by your knowledge?";
They are rare but I like when I'm asked on my storage.


While there are questions I barely like
Like "Why are you a person whom we barely like?"
Or "Why are you so different and not alike?";
Let's answer them by a single strike:


My nature is like the nature's nature:
There's no place where's no creature;
So, what I'm fighting is what the nature's fighting,
Where is darkness there must be lighting:


Vacuum, I'm all fulfilled with emptiness,
If there's ten planets I need a twentieth,
I wish to fulfill my eager to be fulfilled
Even if by the pressure of that knowledge I'll be killed.