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I'm dead inside, a hollow vessel of desolation, A soul consumed by the darkness of isolation, The flicker of life extinguished, an empty shell, Lost in the depths of my own personal hell. Emotions once vibrant, now a distant memory, Replaced by a numbness, a chilling apathy, The colors of the world fade to shades of gray, As I navigate this existence, day by day. No longer do I feel the warmth of the sun, Nor do I dance with joy, or laugh with anyone, The echoes of laughter are but a distant sound, As I wander through this life, without being found. The smiles of others pass me by, unseen, For I am locked in a prison, where hope has never been, I wear a mask of normalcy, a facade for the world, But inside, I am but a broken, fragmented swirl. Every beat of my heart is heavy with despair, As I long for someone to release me from this snare, But the chains that bind me are of my own creation, A self-imposed sentence, without liberation. Yet in this darkness, a spark begins to ignite, A flicker of hope, a glimmer of light, For even in the depths of this eternal night, A whisper of life stirs, ready to take flight. I may be dead inside, but the ashes still hold fire, A dormant spirit, waiting to be inspired, I will rise from the ashes, like a phoenix in flight, And reclaim my soul, from the depths of this night. For even in the darkest depths, hope can arise, And though I may be dead inside, I'll find a way to survive, For I am more than the emptiness that dwells within, I am a phoenix, reborn, ready to begin.
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Sep 14, 2023
Sep 14, 2023 at 9:59 AM UTC
Lost in I
I'm dead inside, a hollow vessel of desolation, A soul consumed by the darkness of isolation, The flicker of life extinguished, an empty shell, Lost in the depths of my own personal hell. Emotions once vibrant, now a distant memory, Replaced by a numbness, a chilling apathy, The colors of the world fade to shades of gray, As I navigate this existence, day by day. No longer do I feel the warmth of the sun, Nor do I dance with joy, or laugh with anyone, The echoes of laughter are but a distant sound, As I wander through this life, without being found. The smiles of others pass me by, unseen, For I am locked in a prison, where hope has never been, I wear a mask of normalcy, a facade for the world, But inside, I am but a broken, fragmented swirl. Every beat of my heart is heavy with despair, As I long for someone to release me from this snare, But the chains that bind me are of my own creation, A self-imposed sentence, without liberation. Yet in this darkness, a spark begins to ignite, A flicker of hope, a glimmer of light, For even in the depths of this eternal night, A whisper of life stirs, ready to take flight. I may be dead inside, but the ashes still hold fire, A dormant spirit, waiting to be inspired, I will rise from the ashes, like a phoenix in flight, And reclaim my soul, from the depths of this night. For even in the darkest depths, hope can arise, And though I may be dead inside, I'll find a way to survive, For I am more than the emptiness that dwells within, I am a phoenix, reborn, ready to begin.
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The agonizing descent began with a single tear Waves of despair washing away glimmers of faith Sounds of voices becoming insincere Life at the mercy of the reaper’s snathe Pleas drowned out by ungrateful minds Reckless decisions clouding judgment Sight blinded by all of mankind Ambition forced into becoming recumbent Landing with a force so strong Ignorant to the surrounding shadow Caught in a feeling hidden for too long Tempted by the emptiness of tomorrow Rising a wary eye to see Dreading what lies in the darkness Fearing the gaze of a beastly devotee The last remains of the heartless A ghastly creature looms above Paralyzing fear skipping a beat Yearning the heart of a mourning dove Gaze lowers in the acceptance of defeat A facade retreats to reveal a broken shard A reflection of inner pain set free Loneliness leaving the soul scarred Never having experienced the sensuality No longer held back by the feeling of being afraid Realizations of similarity A hand reaches out to pervade Minds trusting the confidence of sincerity A bond formed between damaged obscurities Breaking the mold carved by fate Mirror revealing the true purities Becoming a new incarnate No longer the one to blame Giving a home to those who suffer They would call out a simple name A winged lord dubbed Lucifer
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Dec 18, 2018
Dec 18, 2018 at 9:19 AM UTC
Lucifer
At least it lasted a while. The love, the trust, or lust... Head high, chin up, for once... Seems like I'm living among disappointment these days. Actually, it was here. before you came... Yes, way before you came. What a shame. How can I trust a man... When my own father ran? (Slightly Laughing) When in every situation, **** seems to hit the fan? Went from his excuse to physical abuse... Seeking a mans love at any expense Just to amuse... you. (Yelling) Because I don't see nobody else applauding! You're appalling. Slightly more than an alcoholic at mind Who's to blame for the lack of communication The stalling... Now I have 3 daughters 2 crawling 1 calling... To a man that's never consistent. There is distance. Then they turn to me for relief, Because it is me... yeah me. That picks them up from falling. Consistently. "The key is consistency." Wise words from the woman That didn't birth me, But didn't desert me... Never turned her back, Never hurt me... (Crying) & Now I am hurting... Because anybody I've ever loved Is either dead or they hurt me. (Breaking down) Why is it me that's so deserving?
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Mar 30, 2018
Mar 30, 2018 at 1:54 PM UTC
First of All
When we die, we don't feel a thing, we don't suffer, We gracefully move on. Conscious and everlasting, In our eyes we just took our last slumber. Then at dawn's rise, We awake as someone new, We don't know, what it is, It is,   Just what we do. We all could be dead, That means, You...you...and you, We all could be dead, Me too.
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Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 1:41 PM UTC
Sweet Slumber Everlasting
I read it, I can’t, I mean--It’s exactly how I felt with her. I can’t decide if I should cry out of emotion, or just do nothing. It is so relatable and so precise. To me, my feelings, how I felt getting over her. It found the hole in my heart that wasn’t filled and dug deeper. I keep re-reading it, I keep thinking, who, Who is this she is chasing, while I am chasing her. It’s an everlasting cycle, the chaser and the chasee Always wanting what isn’t available Always wanting what someone else already has their eyes on, Knowing she is gone. Gone, can never be caught for your own, Just out of reach, So close, but yet, So far. June 19, 2016
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Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 3:48 PM UTC
Reactions Spill Over
Open your eyes and stop dreaming It's time for you to realize That you've been living a lie Stuck in a world of your demise Nothing seems to work But when I'm with you everything seems enough...
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May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 8:25 PM UTC
The beginning
Look into a Thinker's mind, So logical but cold Now look into a lovers heart, So foolish yet so bold. Look into this broken heart, And tell of what you see, Do you see a shattered world, Or do you just see me? Look into this spirit's ghost, Now tell me what you feel? Do you feel these angel wings, Or just the Devil's deal? Look into the quiet soul, And tell of what you find, May you see my precious Heart, But do not seek my Mind...
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Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 7:52 AM UTC
Look...
7/7/3030 8:22 AM Can you hear the warning? It roars. Can you feel the ground? It shakes. Can you smell the fear? It's contagious. Can you taste the death? It's coming. Can you see the chaos? It's here. Goodbye old world.
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Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 11:29 AM UTC
The Beginning