Hannah Faith Nov 2014
Your eyes

I die

You lie

Your eyes
idyllicrainydays Nov 2014
i want to be the "goodnight"
you whisper to your empty bedroom
before shutting your eyes
and drifting off to another reality.
Praline Poet Aug 2014
I don't know if it's natural
I don't know if it's real
All I really know is
how it makes me feel
when I feel empty
it makes me feel full
and all I know is that
it's beautiful
This poem is about saguaro cacti in Sedona, Arizona.
Alex Douillet May 2010
I did some stuff.

Yeah I regret it.
regrets are worse than apologies.
My head is a dark place,
a crowbar could not open me up,
the secrets stuck inside me.

I've destroyed all the things I love.
EJ Navarro Jun 2015
Minsan hugot.
Minsan talino.
Minsan bobo.
Pero di na natuto.

Sino ito?
Ako ito.
Hugot my heart is you.
Nathan Jun 2016
I am a man
Who screams by night
And smiles by day.
I look at myself, I don't see me anymore
Just a shell from before, empty and haggard.
My eyes have lost their shine.
The path ahead forgotten
Trudging through mud, looking to the sky.
Now I know for certain, soon I will die.
Not from coincidence or neglect;
From these hands of mine.
Audrey Apr 2014
Midnight waves curl around
Your empty face, my stony heart,
Two people sitting on the beach
The roaring surf drowning us with our lies.
Marlon James Apr 2014
Inside of me It's empty

Inside of me It's verve

Up and down

A heart orgasm
Rises me in a metaphysical experience,
Oh, excitement!
Marlon James, Porto, Portugal                                                   25-04-2014
WistfulHope Dec 2014
I wish I didn't feel so empty without you

   I'm hollow
      All that's left is my core
         I'm just paper thin, tearing skin
   **All I've left is my black heart, melting away
Sometimes I forget how unstable I am.
I'm very.
- - -
Might add to this at some point.
Lora Lee Sep 2016
All strung
empty shells
of needles
      that injected
the next defense
      to keep me going
splayed upon
the coldness
            of metal
somewhere in a place
lower than
the floorboards
of the nether regions
of a private hell,
where no one sees
      the truth behind
the doors of
           beaten swords
of silken pictures
in frothy shades
of effervescent green
a smiling happy family
in which the
sounds of drowning
can only be
             vaguely heard
a faded gurgle
       in an ocean of sighs

Somewhere, there,
the pain in my veins
spreads like
a self-administered
only it's not
my prescription, at all
just a parody
from the very
    sick doctor
who shares
          this house,
meant to
be a home
one who thinks
he knows it all
but knows nothing

In this dreamlike weaving
of staring blankly
into alternative spaces
when all is so heavy
that even breathing is a task
I suddenly remember
   who the fuck I am
and push my gaze through
the ceiling cracks
to look up at
         the stars,
receiving their
           of light
      like a blessing
   upon my
Thank you so much for all of your wonderful support! Your comments and responses touched my heart all day long and I felt all the spirit-hugs. I am sending those hugs right back to each and every one of you! <3 <3 ~ Lora

Words may not be fists
but they can still destroy
RK Apr 2016
So many empty seconds in a day,
A day not lived at all.  So many useless thoughts
that flit our energy away. We say we live, but
do we ever see what really is.
So many empty seconds in a day.

Do we stop in the midst of the hustle and bustle. Stand
aside and live that second to the full. Pay attention
to a brief encounter, the pain behind the smile of another
Seeing the good, a second of light understood.

Do we understand the circumstance of our action.
Notice our emotions, justifications and impulses.
Our gestures, repulsions,  reactions. The lie or the truth in
the things we say.  And above all, our imperfection when we fall.
So many wasted seconds in a day.
A day not lived at all.
Feliz G Sep 2016
After all of this,
I want you to promise,
Please don't leave me,
And I want you to be honest.

I caught you many times,
Over and over,
Just don't leave me,
As failure comes closer.

I heard you say "yes",
It echoed in my mind,
As I turn around again,
It looks like you lied.
Lyda M Feb 16
It's 3am

I'm on the phone
No one's awake and I'm alone

It's 3am

The radio's on
Songs are played on lonely station

It's 3am

I'm in my bed
My eyes are open and sleep has fled

It's 3am

I'm on the balcony
The sky is dark and just quite scary

It's 3am

Some windows have lights
Could they also not sleep tonight

It's 3am

I'm still awake
When will life ever give me a break
Insomniac nights are the worst. And it's been going on like this for quite awhile.
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