"emptyness" poems
I've been told that a catapiller wrapped snuggly in it's cacoon like the bed-time burrito of my youth feels very simular to the feeling i give when i hug. I've been told that i squeez just right, with the warmth of a summer night. I've been told I hug like a lover seeing her soldier for the first time in years. The few people i hug ask me how i hug so well.
I don't.
I hug with the pain of yesterday.
I hug with the scars on my wrists and the blood on my legs.
I hug with the overdoses, the addictions, the emptyness, the abondonment.
When i hug, i send a message.
Jun 11, 2016
Jun 11, 2016 at 12:12 AM UTC
The time sways
Forth and back
Through the light
Happiness shines
Smiling bright
Everything that felt fine
Now are crowded in a sack
Closed, taped, not my way
It kills me,little slow deaths
To have them go with
A part of me alive
Why do the cure of emptyness
Has to have an end
Left with that painless ache
That creates a hole deep in pain
A member lost in my chaos
Returned by their ignorance
In the place which thy fitted
Now asks for coverage
It can't even be masked
For they cutted it broad and wide
It kills me,little slow deaths
To have them go
With a part of me alive.
That they never feel
How my elated heart smiled
When their smiles were around
They never cared for what
I gave up in the flick of eyes
Mesmerised by the sunkissed times
All they did was,
Find the ink to my page
And filled me up with their
Promising words
All they did then was
Give up on me
When they found that
I was filled up to brimm
So they took away me from me
With some that belonged there's
And with some that I never cared.
All they did was left me bereft.
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 2:33 PM UTC
I feel the cold ..the cold within
fightin ,biting..a painless din
creeping slowly yet full of speed
the coldness claws ..my feet retreat
Mind so full of emptyness ..yet spinning ,grasping
faultless youth
hurt inside ..the mad old fool
itching for the real truth
Feb 11, 2011
Feb 11, 2011 at 2:41 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
we see the world as a whole
we talk to others like to poles
I'm sitting aside you just like a tree
let me tell you som'n, do you agree?
My entire life is all about me
my mom, my dad, my friends, I, Be!
since I'm the stack of body parts
I consider this world like my heart
the sun will shine as doubt will grow
I aint gon lie, my sun's my eyes
the more i see the less doubt be
and when my eyes roll out and blow
I stop and stare, seeing the lies
that was allowing all doubts to be
human interactions are contradictory
because heart and brain are different history
my heart for humans will always be bold
my brain for its knowledge will never be sold
so the reason of that contradiction
is that we're doing things in the wrong direction
putting our heart in interactions
brainy analyse the human nations
once we've flipped it 90 degree
human interactions will finally be free.
I see children as my fingers
and veteran as my toes
the latter have the wisdom
so I keep them at the bottom
so I can stand tall like Heroes.
Children are important so i teach them daily
I keep them accurate and let them work freely
for they are the essence of things that most matters
TV news are useless so i'll say they are my poops
commercial aren't that far cuz they are my farts
one cannot live without them both they are 2 essential parts
of the social oligo-elements, a tiny lil portion or oops!
know yourself and you'll know the world
cuz each body parts is a fraction of the herd
I think I'm talking too much you are already too tired
I'll leave you with emptyness cuz that's what got me inspired
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 12:48 AM UTC
Howbout emptyness.
Howbout sorrow.
Howbout not 'living' to see tomorrow.
Howbout it?
A round of applause for a lost cause.
For All that **** stuck under my shoe!
All the **** I stumble thru!
All the 'its' pronounced post 'Shhh'!
Those are the screams of my inner being.
Clawing it's way out from the depths of hell.
I know. You cant tell.
It's better that noone really knows me.
It's a lot easier.
Trust me.
Nov 27, 2009
Nov 27, 2009 at 10:49 AM UTC
Inner working of my insanity you know well.
green fairy cube of sugar over ice water
its tender journey few need to undersand.
So you travle a abstract road and bury your soul
underneath the ice.
Cold in hell beauthy in darkness veils of sanity but
velvet embers of a strange haunting scene.
It is the curse and i the moth to it's flame.
death of tommorows cast visions of a oceans sound.
I am but a leaf cast over dark waters never struggle just drift.
In history I travle speaking in tones surreal to my ear.
if so shall i slip will insanity be but a moment fractured in dream.
Screams in a far off space so distant from mine.
No pain exists here for im gone in form.
A painting in a stars t moon cast scenes erased by light.
Where i go none should follow for the price is
only for the distant in thought to pay.
Emptyness cascades in the past so for now here i yern only to
stay.
Green in light wormwoods fire sweet in bliss.
No path is ever set.
Tragedy in play i cast no regrets apon my stage.
A ear in respect a razor in hand.
I slice into a faint glimmer no pain shall I understand
nights cloak the dawn days cast stories unwritten.
In genius we find insanitys child.
Broken glass cuts clear my moments are chipped
as of stone.
Time knows me not for i am but speck in a waters fall.
Nightmares and my destined fate.
Kissed of vemon.
She in madness hold's open the path to
my visions gate.
Between death and dream insanity and a razors gleam.
From the darkest space does my page bleed to write.
Will you **** my thought only glorify the loss of mind.
In the drinks madness my genius I shall never yern to find.
Jan 23, 2011
Jan 23, 2011 at 6:24 AM UTC
Her tears fade the paper
As the ink begins to run
She'll find no peace inside her
Until her work is done
Her emotions hold her captive
As she writes with all her might
She struggles with her passion
Til late into the night
She has to tell her story
As she brushes away the stains
The poet keeps on writing
As her teardrops fall like rain
A heart that's once been broken
Will guide her skillful hand
She's writing from her emptyness
Hoping all will understand
She writes until she's hollow
Or her heartache finally relents
Her tears become her poetry
Each time the poet laments
Apr 22, 2010
Apr 22, 2010 at 11:21 AM UTC
Exhausted
The Heavy Bronze Doors
Are Loudly Closing Down
Fading Away The Darkness
Which Was Giving Me Warmth
But I Do Not Care Anymore
I can Hear The Silence
Pounding In My Ears
Reminding Me The Fool I Was
To Have Ever Trusted
But I Do Not Care Anymore
I can Feel The Bite
Of The Words From The Cold
Even Bitter Than The Harshest
As Never Appearing
But I Do Not Care Anymore
I can Fell The Loneliness
Echoing From Within
Where The Hope Resided
Which Left Me Wounded
But I Do Not Care Anymore
Time Has Finally Reached
Tearing Apart The Intemporal
Finaly Exorting From Me
The Last Tear I Was Cherishing
But I Do Not Care Anymore
To Much I Have Cared For Emptyness
To Many Times I Have Shouted in the Void
To Many Times I Dreamed For Despair
To Much I Have Loved For Destruction
But I Do Not Care Anymore
I Am Just Exhausted
This Life is Just the One To Much
The One Which Will Finally Destroy
What Was Created To Ever Last
But I Do Not Care Anymore
I Just Want To Sleep
Silencing The Howls In Me
Forget The Ever Suffering
Close The Heart To Pain
But I Do Not Care Anymore
I Just Lay Down
Desire Of Peace
Begging For Relief
Praying For Retribution
But I Do Not Care Anymore
For I See Her Coming
Her Dark Wings Extanded
For Me She Is Crying
As She Was Not Meant To Kiss Me
Death
Warlock
Nov 29, 2009
Nov 29, 2009 at 11:38 AM UTC
[Here lies...]
Here lies memory.
Kneeling grief,
monologue
cloaking grave stones
loveless hands polished.
Self pity
in automotion.
Solitude.
Who will love us now?
Retelling stories
of the gone past,
biased truth
to elude
this
emptyness.
Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 9:45 AM UTC
Lost amidst the empty seas.
Spanning the far corners of the human mind.
The drifting pieces of memories passing by. Drifting to the end while the memories float less frequent. Before being swallowed by the waves of time.
The occasion for the embers of passion and pride surround them.
Warming the battered beings before time swallows them too.
The time that holds them afloat washes them ashore.
The emptyness spreads to every corner without an end in sight.
They stare into their depths and ask the being in the sky... Is this enough to grant me peace?
Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 3:41 PM UTC
My One Lost Love
*Please know that you're my one lost love
That I remember from my past
The one who seemed to get away
But I wish I could have back
The timing wasn't perfect
For the love we shared back then
Two broken hearts not ready
So now we call each other friends
Every now and then we speak
I hear the story of your life
You tell me that you fell in love
I feel an emptyness inside
I'm happy for you in my heart
And I wish for you the best
Knowing what you need the most
To move forward from the past
Our futures took two different paths
Then where we thought we'd go
I cannot change how you now feel
So I let our friendship grow
Still no matter what our futures holds
Please know these words are true
I hope one day you find again
My one lost love for you*
Carl Joseph Roberts
BM
Jun 6, 2013
Jun 6, 2013 at 6:02 AM UTC
I had locked away my true thoughts and muzzled my true voice
for far to long.
Was it a character i desired to be?
Were my words to be but a joke to break the awkward silence?
When you start to be social only to lock yourself up
to exist with your demons your becoming a dangerous
person to yourself.
My work once flowed now it sits half finished great starts
stalled endings.
My skills were learned from not the comic arena
and i could imagine my journalist friends laughter mocking
me even now.
He's slipped finally lost in cheap jokes gone from
anything that speak's of his true voice.
The people didnt thirst to know John.
for my well penned alter ego was the one they all knew and so blindly
misunderstood.
Old friends check in.
Messages on my phone i'd sooner erase than
respond to.
Had I slipped in some form of insanity?
Embracing dellusion to mask my failures in life?
I was a writer ,A troublemaker and owner of laughs.
A good time for many yet emptyness was my reallity.
As from the TV screen reflected change and madness.
For crazy is a close friend of chaos.
I got in the game to make a mark but what was the price?
A destroyed marriage a relationship heading into
the very same direction.
What had I become but some twisted monster
and tormented soul.
A sad afterthought to a sick joke.
Deppresion can make us into something no mirror can truely
reflect.
The chamber stayed loaded the glass my curse
seldom these days full.
And what she wanted I could never give like sunsets
red cast gold flaked embrace i was a moment.
And moment's can't forever last.
No child should know a madman's life.
And a selfish bastard I knew was my role.
Empty streets and smokey old bars were my path
and what to anyone could i truley give?
Pain was the fuel hours my sea to sail alone.
The chamber was full but soon one would
be missing.
A tale cant be read untill it's finshed.
We are but moments.
And moments can't last forever.
Feb 12, 2011
Feb 12, 2011 at 10:32 AM UTC
Its always in goodbye we taste what is the essense of that scar called love.
Pain in nature and no words can capture remorse as well as a milepost in a reaview of thought.
It was there we togather once called home now like a tombstone it stands a marker of what was never to be.
Fracture of heart and bitterness my seal.
Im the leftovers of another we can cleanse this logic or simply say ***** it all and regress.
Forever a lie to the young and a curse to the old.
Has it burned this earth and killed me to all that dare to know
what I could never explain.?
A dance of years now a thought no drug has yet to erase.
Pills aside your drug was the best poisen ive known even with another I
know paradise was a cancer ive long since left behind yet a simple moment can make me slide
into a vice that will see me fall for the last time till next.
Im the clown that circus left behind.
Now a skeleton for home I ask why leaving takes a milestone and emptyness a downpour
as my desert has long stayed dry.
Read the riddle like a oinion pealed only more layers remain.
hell has welcome thought for ive found more toture here.
Voices haunt my thoughts as emptyness thrives inmy existance.
Its has misreble as when we knew each others love please drown so I can
breath life into this wornout frame one last time.
Winter's chill reminds me of what we never had yet again.
People often question what has no meaning to begin with.
As for me I avoid its poisen a scared child hidden in shadow of a
lesser man.
Nothing stands as a reminder of pages wasted in promise of a day that never came.
Sometimes I view that place were we were more than a bad memory and a traggic vice.
Sometimes I yern only for end to what has never been allowed to begin.
The worst prison of all is the mind.
Nov 2, 2012
Nov 2, 2012 at 2:04 PM UTC
Pour Me One More Round
*Each night I go from bar to bar
Instead of going home
To drink away the pain I have
Now living life alone
Inside I feel this emptyness
Thats deep down within
I try to drink away the pain
Still knowing it won't end
All these bars they look alike
And I drink more every day
Wanting just to the fill the void
Make the memories go away
The lights go down and the bars they close
So I walk around this town
The memory of you fills my heart
An empty lonesome sound
These drinks I know will never end
This pain I feel inside
It only helps me to forget
But only for the night
So please one more
Pour me one more round
Help me push these memories down
Just pour me one more round*
Carl Joseph Roberts
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 6:50 PM UTC
Freefall
into the core of the night
Into the void- filled emptyness
Where darkness is beautiful
And scissor thoughts are blunted by the light
Where silence is our luxury
Our symbol of depth
Come with us
Where wolves howl at a moonless sky
Where there is no reflection; only absorption,
total takeover of the soul.
Where our eyes are flooded with ravens
And our tears are the wings that free them.
This is where we accept the death that is us.
Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 5:19 AM UTC
I often wonder what stars look like during daylight. Understandably, that seems contradictory, seeing as daylight is cast from a star. This isn’t starting out so well.... Just.. Hear me out on this one.... Alright, let’s start again. I often wonder what stars looking like during daylight. Do the spread life-giving rays toward deep space or is that just the ignorant optimist speaking too quickly? I tend to speak first, question later, Standard american wisdom, does anyone else think it’s cool that the hottest stars are actually blue? Blue... Like the eyes of pretty girls on TV, Blue, like the first T-shirt my second love told me I looked good in, for a third time. Blue... Like... Blue’s Clues? So far, not so good. I’ll apologize to the audience right now, It’s been some time since I’ve written, Feeling like a typewriter collecting 50 years of dust, my words are quite antiquated. Now... Where were we? Right! The stars! They scream to me, words, I only wish I could understand. I can hear the right side of the sky when the wind calms, and clouds disappear. “ gaze upon us, let’s fill your emptyness, enjoy the abundance of mysteries sent through your squinted eyes and released from your over-bearing shout.
Hey now, I don’t know about you, that sounded pretty good. Definitely going to keep that in here. I think I’m unraveling the mystery, The stars are magicians. A bit of sleight of hand, now you see me... Now, only they see me. I finally understand why the ends of stars are pointed, it’s the edge of their wands. Cascading star dust over what they see fit, I remember being told humans are made of such a thing. If truth is spoken from these lips, Color me blue, I wish to be the hottest thing in the sky. Sadly, I’ll be an infrared Super giant, just wasting up space. Maybe I’m not to know why I can’t see the stars. I’m not meant to know the mysteries, after all, a good magician never reveals his tricks. Tonight I’ll look up towards them, infinity between us, I’ll speak to them; I still can’t see you during daylight. I can’t hear the left side of the sky, it’s whispers clouded by Andromeda. However, this stellar disappearing act has allowed one piece of light to shine through the cloud cover and dust I’ve collected. They’ve helped me finish the poem.
Apr 3, 2013
Apr 3, 2013 at 3:09 PM UTC
We live in lies only to mask are truths.
Passionet moments cant match hours of endless
day's.
Drowning in the ***** and pills to maintain that illusion.
Ive lost the person and gained only a costume.
Oct 23, 2010
Oct 23, 2010 at 10:53 AM UTC
I cry as i think about the way things used to be…
When you were always there for me.
When you had my back.
when you cared.
Now…there's nothing…
Just Emptyness.
Numb as numb could be.
Im alone with this blade.
Oh no here we go…
you're not here to stop me…
You're not here at all.
when monday comes…you are going to be the only one staring at my scars.
Because you are the only one who knows where they are…
For you were the one who was suppose to be here.
But you weren't so now these scars are there.
Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 2:10 AM UTC
will you pass the shilling test?
your life is the slamming
of typewriter keys
to paint with crafted words the world you would dream
the world she would love you in
your life is the desperate holding at bay the hours evaporating
into a future you cannot
comprehend
into a land as foreign as another world
into a mist of unknowns
my leather bound case and trench coat
bible and cookware
a shilling for the ferryman
but fret over
like the wringing of sweaty hands
pacing the hall
small bald fat men
with neatly pressed brooks brothers suits
but fret over like the well greased
plans and carefully laid designs
of another mans futures past misgivings
will you pass the shilling test
another day and far away from such
musings i find myself at odds with
myself over the course i should follow
on this days misadventure
i have known deep seasons of love
and iv known vast feilds of emptyness and fear
these days are a mystry to me
i cannot see my way
May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 10:05 PM UTC
Begining and end love and death
without love there is no death
without begining there is no end
without all of this there is only
existence
existence is only emptyness
because of this you really don't exist.
Apr 26, 2012
Apr 26, 2012 at 2:55 PM UTC
The business has closed.
Your with out a job.
Yep the city is empty.
Darkness surrounds the building
Like a shadow at five o clock.
Yep your empty as well.
The end has come
Oh why did you have to close?
My hometown Reno slowly
Turning into emptyness.
Nov 1, 2010
Nov 1, 2010 at 11:36 AM UTC
Darkness, a chill in the air, unexpected sorrow overwelming, she's dead.
Hope is gone and left. Emptyness is at the door creeping in like death himself. Death came quckly that night,passing right over my brother and decided to take another.
No one. Knew untill halfway throught the night, in the silance, at the time of change. He stood over her and let a silent tears flow from his eyes. Her pain was gone, her soul resting etirnialy with God.
His pain just beginning. His life was reset, everything changeing because she was dead.
The comprehension of death is and will remain imposable. It's the second thing that unites humanity. And it's the first thing we come to fear naturaly. It's a fear not learned or over come.
Death is the crul irony of life bringing relife and stress at the same time. Death is the end to what we are a custom to and a beginning to a new life.
Death had changed him.,had made him take on new struggles had made him some how stronger. Death had taken his skin and made it impenatable, only two things could harm him and he avoided the one with out hesatation.
He came to think that with love came more pain and death himself couldn't even bare it . So thus with out love he could live forever and could concur death.
Darkness, a chill in the air, unexpected sorrow overwelming, he's dead.
Hope is gone and left. Emptyness is at the door creeping in like death himself. Death came quckly that night,passing right over to my brother. Oh how I wish he could have claimed another.
Death has become my friend and my enamy leaveing dispare in his wake but like a snake I can avoid him.
For Death is the crul irony of life bringing relife and stress at the same time. Death is the end to what we are a custom to and a beginning to a new life.
Jan 11, 2011
Jan 11, 2011 at 11:40 AM UTC