"empy" poems
I would never confess that I cry
I would never confess that I want love
I would never confess that I'm... Nothing
I'm too scared of tears
I'm too scared of people
I'm too scared of being forgotten
Feeling hot streams of salty water flow down my cheeks
Feeling someone disappearing right infront of me
Feeling empy, alone, scared
I'm too scared of tears so I keep them in
No matter what I would never let anyone see me cry
I would never show myself being weak
I'm too scared of letting someone into my life
They would leave and I would be left with nothing
I would never let myself give away a part of me
I'm too scared of letting people see the real me
So I fake... I fake happiness, smiles, laughter
I would never let myself be me
Aren't we all just liars?
Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 6:38 PM UTC
you are a big thing
glowing with craters
and you are the moon
and I love like you
and I run
on and on
and on over the rolling tide
and you are beneath me
beside me, above and in me
with lightning ropes, slow
dragging the ocean to my shore
and you are a small thing
in the desert with heat
made of a trillion smaller things
and I am the water
in every cactus
and your waving cables
leap off the sand
and tug me to the shore
and I am slowly leaking
through the pores
coming to you
the endless stretch
and there is only empy
air between us
Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 12:49 AM UTC
Just me
and a fifth of ***
which i bought at the grocery store
with the very last of my paycheck
which was the last of my paychecks
three weeks ago.
Just me
and a fifth of ***
sitting in this apartment with the
blank white walls, cracked ceiling,
and giant ****** furniture I hate
with a passion.
Just me
and a fifth of ***
In anticipation I unscrew the cap,
but I can't bring myself to drink it
so I slowly pour it down the drain,
every last drop.
Just me
and a fifth of ***
or at least the shell of what had been.
Poor bottle, you look so lonely now.
Come, sit next to me, and we can be
empy together.
Nov 30, 2010
Nov 30, 2010 at 12:23 AM UTC
empty walls empty room empy brain empty womb
blank page blank mind, ideas, words, thoughts I can't find
trash recycle bin I can't win those inner demons bust my teeth in
slit a wrist open a sleeve cut a vein blow my brain
insane insane in sane out of life
nothing to gain
nothing to lose
cut me open, arachnophobia, rusty, my guts slip out in a
shape
of a noose,
hanging out hanging up face down legs floating body rotating
don't stop believing
hold on
to that feeling.
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 10:23 AM UTC
I feel it rising
In the silent room
I feel it escaping my throat
I don't want it to be revealed.
I will stay calm.
I feel it coming
Up my neck and throat.
It's becoming to strong for me
It's clawing its way out.
My mouth slowly opens
And it rushes into the open, empy room.
The scream is only heard
By the disrupted silence
It keeps coming and coming
How do I make it stop.
Feb 25, 2011
Feb 25, 2011 at 5:17 PM UTC
My new best friend has perished
Though I only met him last night
His company was cherished
That **** cat knocked him down
And then drank the spilled bourbon
Now I am bereft of my solace
With only the empy bottle, and
I maintain that if Coolidge were still president
This would never have happened.
Mar 30, 2012
Mar 30, 2012 at 11:07 AM UTC
you play my heartstrings
like a country star plays her guitar
you sometimes pick up and play
without even thinking about it
it's just spo instinctual a habit
you'r just so used to it
it comes so naturally
like breathing in your sleep
or in my case
thinking so much you can't breathe
the songs you play come out
a little bit at a time
like you're writing them as you go
they sometimes sound like
diamonds falling on a glass floor
broken and beautiful but
the opening to a new door
and sometimes they sound a little but different
like they're just trying so hard to become music
but that one string is too old, been played too long
and with a metallic ringing it breaks
and the sound of your insturment of choice
settles quicklier than i would like
into the silence. of the empy space.
Feb 8, 2012
Feb 8, 2012 at 2:22 PM UTC
You tried to catch me
In mid fall
I contimplated stopping you
You insisted to lend a hand
My heart stolen by another
So you slipped into the darkness
You ran many miles, my dear
Just so you could steal it back
But once you found my heart
In a box it was kept
Beating slowly, hypnotically
Dying, starvation grasping it tightly
You rushed back to me, my dear
Heavy breathes fell past your lips
You prayed to God I would still be alive
You found an empy shell of a woman instead
My heart crumbled in your hands
As you stared into my eyes
That day I whispered no you you, my dear
The words cascaded from my mouth
*I cant love you, I am broken
I cant be mended, though youre hopin'
My body weak, soul chokin'
Im sorry, my dear, I cant be loved*
You took my heart, crumbled may be
Compressed it tightly in your hands, you see
It formed its shape, as it should be
You breathed life back in it
You saved me
My dear
May 3, 2013
May 3, 2013 at 3:01 PM UTC
Thanks to you I feel like I'm living a longer spring than what I thought was posible and now I've grown used to sighs that taste like roses and lavander, rainbows in every pond, and ambrosy-like kisses.
I feel summer coming, but it's warmth doesn't trick me. The melting sun feels like the ****** to the symphony I didn't know how to write until we started making music.
And right behind summer comes autum as the last breath of life. Landscapes worthy of the best museums, all nothing more than a facade to hide the smell of death.
The circle closes with winter and everything that once bloomed in spring is nothing more than a memory covered in frost, in cold, in silence, in empy words, and painful goodbyes.
But right now, we are in spring and I foolishly hope that this relationship is located somewhere in the equator line where we can stay forever in spring.
May 24, 2018
May 24, 2018 at 9:10 PM UTC
Broken hearts
Quite a show
______
Suffering
--
We stare into the mirrored soul vacancies
That fill our lives
__
Faces! Faces!
&!!!! .....
there we are!
--
In the darkest corner
Crying !
----
Empy dreamers
Everyone
--
(Except of ocourse
The
Little boy
Over there)
Jun 18, 2013
Jun 18, 2013 at 9:20 PM UTC
pink lights possibly work
like the rose tinted spectacles.
everything looks warm and safe,
needing large curtains in sombre fabrics
to hide us. is this the first step, two red
bulbs from poundland, at two for a pound.
fold the empy box flat,
and made keep it for future
ideas on rosiness.
sbm.
Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 1:41 AM UTC
People always say the eyes are windows to the sole
but i gave my soul away
so if look into my eyes
and you see nothing
you will be certian
that i am empty
Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 10:13 PM UTC
***
•
& then
ONE DAY!
••
I told her
I LOVE YOU
••
& then
ONE DAY
••
And days upon empy days
••
I told her
I LOVE YOU
••
& then
ONE DAY
••
& then
ONE DAY
a real DAY came
••
&
(?!)
••
I looked into her "window"
&
(?)
& she was there!
••
On the first DAY
we both knew
Mar 30, 2014
Mar 30, 2014 at 3:25 PM UTC
All I see when I look at the skies
Is purple stars
They feel so nice,
When the bright side meets my eyes.
All I feel is now outside
I screamed it out last night when I was alone,
Singing old songs trying to sound right
All the feelings stop!
You come to my mind
And the songs that once gave life to my empy room
Die.
A piece of me is lost,
I reward the one who finds it
I don't even remember the last time it was with me
Maybe when I was born
Or when we first kissed.
Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 1:54 PM UTC
X Y Z
• •
Broken
The bottle that HELD now cuts and LETS LOOSE
•
She told a story once whole and complete
••
Broken
It don't hold up no more to scrutiny
••
Dressed in rags
Her aura !
Broken
•
Anyone alive may see
••
No one sees
••
Broken
Empy hearts roll like bottles
Up and down the dreamless streets
••
Picking up the broken glass
Terror written in once loving eyes
Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 5:11 PM UTC
Ridged edges
Popped off
Cold one.
Refuse of
single
Empty bottle
Lingers inside
Sitting ----
Awaiting ----
Degradation to set in.
Degradation to set in.
Awaiting ----
Sitting ----
Lingers inside
Empy bottle
Single
Refuse of
Cold one.
Popped off
Ridged edges.
Jun 26, 2017
Jun 26, 2017 at 10:29 AM UTC