#emptyness
Words scraped off slate floors
Dazed and confused by the sweep of a stiff broom
Shunted into a corner to be half-forgotten
Then ****** into oblivion by the howling vacuum cleaner
Destined to be thrown out with all the other *******
No escape or salvation
There is no heaven for words
No afterlife either – just blank oblivion
Whether punctuated, hyphened, spoken or penned
They await their final destiny
Words of love, words of hate
Consonants, vowels, accents
All to be consumed and destroyed
They crawl out of open mouths
In jubilation or quiet desperation
To be cast adrift in the sea of unfinished sentences
Only to crumble into dust
Oct 20, 2025
Oct 20, 2025 at 10:44 PM UTC
Since you have been gone
I miss your company
Your warmth
Your humour
Now you are no longer here
I miss your laughter
Your intellect
Your passion
Because you have been taken away
I miss your caring nature
Your artistic abilities
Your positive attitude
As you can never return
I will miss your hugs
Your kisses
Your love
I miss you, you were my wife, my life my reason to be
I miss having someone with confidence in me
I miss you
I miss you.
Jul 9, 2025
Jul 9, 2025 at 4:06 AM UTC
Can you feel what I'm saying?
Can you see what I'm touching?
Can you taste what I'm hearing?
Well I can't.
Maybe because I'm here.
Or is it because I'm not here.
I really don't know.
Visions of nothingness drift through my subconscious.
My dream world could be your reality.
Apr 20, 2025
Apr 20, 2025 at 6:46 AM UTC
Like a drug addict I keep checking the time,
Waiting for her to appear,
Every second that passes,
Cutting deeper into my skin-
She has me under her spell.
You’re nothing without her,
Longing for her like a starving beast,
Yet she doesn’t seem to care.
The concrete walls press in,
Crushing me into pieces,
Until I hear the sweet birdsong whispering my name—
Like a ****** shot,
A blissful illusion,
Until the rain falls again.
Dec 26, 2024
Dec 26, 2024 at 10:04 AM UTC
Now I see her rebuilding, piece by piece,
The person I once loved, finding her own release.
She thinks of me as lustful, only caring for her skin,
But I watch her now, embracing the self she’s within.
Why couldn’t she see her worth when we were still entwined?
Why did it take my fall for her to free her mind?
But maybe that’s the way it’s meant to unfold,
Her growth born from the stories of me, cold.
If being the villain makes her stronger, that’s fine,
If in their eyes, I’m the reason she found her line.
Let me be the bad guy, if that’s the price to pay,
For her to rise and move forward, far away.
I’ll wear the mask they paint, with no defense or plea,
If it gives her the strength to be all she can be.
Let me be the villain, if that’s what it takes,
To see her rebuild, even if it’s on my mistakes.
Oct 23, 2024
Oct 23, 2024 at 10:35 AM UTC
its all a matter
of an emptiness that falls
up to a nothing
Dec 30, 2022
Dec 30, 2022 at 7:10 PM UTC
Like a lake of glass,
or an endless, cloudless sky.
Calm is a virtue.
Sep 6, 2020
Sep 6, 2020 at 10:38 PM UTC
Senseless.
Shapeless.
Restless.
Feelings that I wanted to flee
when the world went dark
It seems, I feel delighted every night
Totally alone, stuck in darkness' side.
Even now, I couldn't feel
the frozen ground
As I lay underneath a big old oak tree
I don't know if it is inhuman
to stay calm
When you couldn't find the beauty
of the things around.
I won't fret if the moon vanishes
from my sight
I'm thankful of the insects silenced
by the cold
I feel the emptiness run inside me
I can comprehend now the language
of pain.
I know, I'm an unconvincing feeble
Swallowed by world's benightedness
Trying to find an answer in all the miseries
Makes me feel that my life is so pointless.
Somehow, I wanted to go out of this
situation overnight
I wanted to view things to it's perfection
But again and again
I always end up in this prison cell.
I couldn't deny, I'm so cruel to myself
I always let intrusive thoughts intrude
In the vicinity of my consciousness
Because, I want to be a witness of this
Moonless Darkness.
Apr 4, 2020
Apr 4, 2020 at 7:37 AM UTC
No hunger, no stains,
just numbness and decay.
A phantom, an old pain,
still consumig from the veins.
Getting through each day
with empty masquerades.
The staring role has lost its part
and now just wanders round the park,
sitting on benches under the dark,
pretending to be one of those who leave a mark.
Nov 4, 2019
Nov 4, 2019 at 11:14 AM UTC
And how do you tell them you feel so empty without making it sound so sad?
Aug 8, 2019
Aug 8, 2019 at 9:51 AM UTC
My name means pure, unsullied. It means that i'm untouchable, it means that i am alone, It means i am bigger than life, it means i smile with teeth of white. It means i am lonely somewhere in the light, it means you can't polute me. It means that if you are with me you're alone, it means i can't be mixed or altered by any other substance, when i get mixed in a substance, i don't react, i don't alter from my perfect white, it means you can't defy me, but remember to show me the bright colors that happen when you react with someone else.
My name is bright but misunderstood. Misinterpreted is the color of my eyes. No one is fit to my name, therefor it is rare. Therefor i'm not sure it fits. It means i get hurt, but still try getting on my feet. It means i find the good in other people, that i inherit the best traits. Even if i can't see it myself.
My name is spelled wrong, defying who i am, it misses a place to belong, my name is not easy to pronounce.
My name is a hurricane in the states, it is quick temper, my name is impatience, it means i can crush your heart, it means you can't carry mine. It means if you are with me you are on top of the world, it means you can't tear me down, im taking humans in my palms, swallowing the seas and rivers like saliva. And when you fall from the highest altitude remember to give me your black bruises. My name is unforgivable, my name meant pure once, my name was cold as the winter, killing butterflies, and my name is incarnated in the fields of Louisiana, killing people, and asking them to forgive me. Understand; i am not as pure as my name.
It means, i am alone, like the hurricane that carries my name i will be gone quicker than i came but never forgotten. It means that when i settle you fall from my palms. It means that i disapear, while you get hurt. It means that i am only shown in the atmosphere, watching, waiting and never coming back. If or when i do, you will have changed my name and i will be replaced by another hurricane, ten times stronger and harder to let go. I will be watching, dissapearing, while you are in the palms of another. When the rain finally falls, know that it is only my tears, they may not taste like salt, but they will taste bitter of heartbreak, and when everyone is shouting of pure happiness that the drought is finally over, that the water is fresh and delightfull, remember to tell me how you taste the hurt from my heart, in her mouth.
I will not be forgotten, whatever it takes.
When my name told me i was meant to be pure. I thought about how i blamed everyone who sullified me, knowing that the only one who poluted me was myself. Knowing that everything i have ever done was make myself less aproachable, more broken, more ***** less pure. I meant to destroy myself so i couldn't become a stereotype of my name. Now i am only expected to come spiralling down in a storm of dirt whenever i arrive.
When my name told me the truth, i thought i was the one doing the hurting, the damage. When all along i was the most hurt, broken and damaged. I am unsure of weather or not i deserve my name, but no matter what i will not be unsure of weather or not i am worthy of it.
Aug 2, 2019
Aug 2, 2019 at 1:48 PM UTC
There’s a spider climbing up the stairs of my heart
Just to pour its venom in
And I wanna break him apart
But i’ll just do what everyone else did to me.
Jul 6, 2018
Jul 6, 2018 at 3:51 AM UTC
The pain
The sadness
The void
It’s all real !
Scream all you want
It won’t help
You’re hurting yourself
No one else
Let it burn
Let it ache
Let it heal
Stay strong sweet child
May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 12:48 PM UTC
Can be good, can be bad
But oftenly sad.
A past we once had,
A time I can't bring back.
Your voice keep ringing in my head,
When will this ever end?
Is this what I get?
For loving you till the end...
I trusted you,
I thaught you were true...
Why didn't I saw through,
Your love that is too few.
Oh how silly
For you I still worry
Burden I no longer carry
But my chest is still heavy.
Everything I see
Reminds me of what we used to be
Still hoping for you to be with me
Even knowing it could never be.
I've been so depressed
This must be the greatest
Putting my sanity into test
I hope it will be less.
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 8:34 AM UTC
i s
love like
f i l l i ng
e m p t y
jars with
beautiful
flowers ?
Mar 5, 2018
Mar 5, 2018 at 11:40 PM UTC
An angel, fair and pure
Who's heart is fragile and unsecured
Stolen and hurt with no cure
Wounded with hidden clue.
Great pain and sorrow
But tears doesn't follow
Nothing is inside her, a hollow
Now her past follows.
All because of a man
Who she loved and obeyed every command
Gifted him happiness that lasts
Left her with her heart in his hand.
How rude, how unfair
But I give you a dare
Give her eyes a good stare
Then tell me if you ever care...
You can say "how ungrateful he can be?!"
But I tell you, how blind can you be??
If you can't see,
Till this time you read me.
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 8:38 AM UTC
It comes and goes
Those sensations, those blows.
My spirit found me again
Caught me off guard, didn't knew we had connection
It reminds me and remakes me again
Though I don't need it, I don't need affection
And I am concentrating on racionality to avoid my spirituality
But it's the 7th sense and I can't stop its ********
It's a ****** battle against the unavoidable
While all I want is to stay in the void fable
It's so comfortably numb and the world is rough
So leave me be, leave myself, release my being, create something obtainable;
Live in fantasy, be something else, ease your ageing and taste everything reachable.
But not me, I am one without a scent
I am a black canvas trying to be a paint
Everything just disappears in me
I am a black hole absorbing all and turning it to nothing
I am hopelessness. Apsens and I are tyed together
The absence is what dyed my conscienceness
I feel nothing because for every passing second I am less and less
I'm the embodiment of emptyness.
Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 12:07 PM UTC
Sometimes I wander
Don't really know where to
Letting thoughts and emotion go as I walk through
places I will not remember
Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 2:27 PM UTC
There's a lump in her throat, ready to burst any second...she's getting used to it, or she thinks that she does.
Pain
Is all that she feels
Darkness
Is all that she sees
Silence
Is all that she hears
Emptyness
Is all that she is.
May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 8:36 AM UTC
i feel it...i see how the rain drops on her long hair, how wet her clothes is getting...but she keeps on walking in slow motion, deep in thoughts...like she doesn't even know what's happening around her, doesn't feel the rain. she can't feel anything. not anymore.
May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 8:35 AM UTC
*Have you ever get the feeling
that your alone?
That emptiness inside
you try to get rid of
Sure you have friends
But they only help a little
You might wonder
"Whats wrong with me?"
You can;t get rid of it
No matter how hard you try
How can you get rid of it?
Its a mystery*
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 6:59 AM UTC
"What is your talent? Can you show me?" He asked me, obliviously.
"My affinity isn't something that can be seen." I replied. "It isn't a fancy circus trick, like juggling, nor is it the astonishing spectacle of a painting. It isn't the beauty of a voice, or the magnificent sound of music to the ears. My ability is from the inside, from the way one simple sentence could turn your whole life around. It's the way words could understand you like nobody ever can, the way quotes or phrases fill the emptyness of your heart, and the way it awakens a sensation you may have never been able to feel before. So, no, I cannot show you what my talent is, as it is the way I can transfer a set of emotions to you with just the enunciation of a word."
And with that, I, yet again, rendered another soul speechless.
Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 9:28 AM UTC
You know what the worst thing about feeling empty, while being in pain is? It's the fact that although you feel every single fracture and dent of your heart, you feel too hollow, too empty that you can't do anything about how you feel but sit there and wait for it to pass over. There is nothing that can be done to relieve it, and that is why it is one of the worst feelings you could ever feel.
Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 8:43 AM UTC