"emtpy" poems - Hello Poetry

Blisters. So many blisters. But I had to keep running. I had to get away from him. I forced the thought of my aching feet out of my mind. I had to keep running. Desperation and fear were now controlling me. My mouth was so dry, my legs burned, my knees were coated in blood and the tears made it difficult to see, but I kept going. The pain and tiredness didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except running. I have never realised just how dangerous the streets had become… all I wanted was to go out and have fun, but now I was being chased through the town by a hideous beast. The thought of the town going down the drain quickly left my mind, I had to concentrate on keeping the concrete rolling underneath me. I had to keep running. My dress had begun to tear and my feet looked like the aftermath of a chainsaw massacre. Pain? I could no longer feel it. I didn’t know where I was going… all I knew was that I was going to get away from this man. I had to. Eventually, I turned onto Swan Street which would, at one stage, lead to the hospital. Once at the hospital, I’d be safe. I hope… RUN! RUN! KEEP RUNNING! The words stuck on repeat in my head. Out of curiosity, though, I spun my head around to see if he was still there. Black. Just the black of the night followed me. A screech from deep within my body erupted. It was a noise I’d never thought I could create but I continued running for the safety of the hospital. Then, I made the biggest mistake of my life. I turned down an alleyway, in hope it be a quicker route to safety, and stopped halfway down the alley. There he was. Just standing there. His grin gleaming in the dim light. No longer could I scream. No longer could I run. Fear had taken a strong hold on me, forcing me into becoming a statue. He begins to laugh as he moves closer and closer and soon enough he reaches his hand out… Emtpy. Just emptiness. At first, I thought I was dead until the throbbing in my head begun. I was alive and in a dark metal box. He, the predator, had won his prize.

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Jan 25, 2012

Jan 25, 2012 at 6:19 AM UTC

madsline

I took a shot at story writing..

Blisters. So many blisters. But I had to keep running. I had to get away from him. I forced the thought of my aching feet out of my mind. I had to keep running. Desperation and fear were now controlling me. My mouth was so dry, my legs burned, my knees were coated in blood and the tears made it difficult to see, but I kept going. The pain and tiredness didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except running. I have never realised just how dangerous the streets had become… all I wanted was to go out and have fun, but now I was being chased through the town by a hideous beast. The thought of the town going down the drain quickly left my mind, I had to concentrate on keeping the concrete rolling underneath me. I had to keep running. My dress had begun to tear and my feet looked like the aftermath of a chainsaw massacre. Pain? I could no longer feel it. I didn’t know where I was going… all I knew was that I was going to get away from this man. I had to. Eventually, I turned onto Swan Street which would, at one stage, lead to the hospital. Once at the hospital, I’d be safe. I hope… RUN! RUN! KEEP RUNNING! The words stuck on repeat in my head. Out of curiosity, though, I spun my head around to see if he was still there. Black. Just the black of the night followed me. A screech from deep within my body erupted. It was a noise I’d never thought I could create but I continued running for the safety of the hospital. Then, I made the biggest mistake of my life. I turned down an alleyway, in hope it be a quicker route to safety, and stopped halfway down the alley. There he was. Just standing there. His grin gleaming in the dim light. No longer could I scream. No longer could I run. Fear had taken a strong hold on me, forcing me into becoming a statue. He begins to laugh as he moves closer and closer and soon enough he reaches his hand out… Emtpy. Just emptiness. At first, I thought I was dead until the throbbing in my head begun. I was alive and in a dark metal box. He, the predator, had won his prize.

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Rejected I am cast out For no one cares What I am thinking about Love is overrated And I do not deserve any of it For I have done too much wrong To be forgiven I'd like to be loved But what is that to you You simply care About nothing but yourself You say things that burn a whole in me You tell me to be Someone I am not meant to be You make me see the things No one should ever have to see Why can't you be more caring And just love me the way I am Instead of just staring at me And pointing out my mistakes Rejected and alone I look for a home But turn up emtpy And completely unknown Then you my father Took me in again Only to beat me And put me in pain For I am worthless to you And deserve to be Without any hope To have or see Having taken my last strike I am dying from being alone My whole entire life If only I was loved Then I would have something to strive To be To want To have But maybe I'm better off alone Drifting in the bottomless sea...

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Oct 1, 2016

Oct 1, 2016 at 3:11 PM UTC

Tori-Jones

Rejected

Rejected I am cast out For no one cares What I am thinking about Love is overrated And I do not deserve any of it For I have done too much wrong To be forgiven I'd like to be loved But what is that to you You simply care About nothing but yourself You say things that burn a whole in me You tell me to be Someone I am not meant to be You make me see the things No one should ever have to see Why can't you be more caring And just love me the way I am Instead of just staring at me And pointing out my mistakes Rejected and alone I look for a home But turn up emtpy And completely unknown Then you my father Took me in again Only to beat me And put me in pain For I am worthless to you And deserve to be Without any hope To have or see Having taken my last strike I am dying from being alone My whole entire life If only I was loved Then I would have something to strive To be To want To have But maybe I'm better off alone Drifting in the bottomless sea...

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there's 14,000 pre-written messages you can write inside a sympathy card, but there's not a single one to describe the sadness i feel, right now. i could file a missing persons report, but the police would think i was stupid if they turned up, and i told them the only thing missing was a piece of my heart. sixteen months is a very long time to wait for someone, but i would do it all again, if it meant you were mine, even for a very short time. i think the worst part about human beings, is the fact that, no matter what, you will never, ever, ever, really know, exactly, how one person, feels about you, because in the end, words are emtpy. words are shallow.

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May 13, 2013

May 13, 2013 at 6:54 AM UTC

lily-jean

human beings

there's 14,000 pre-written messages you can write inside a sympathy card, but there's not a single one to describe the sadness i feel, right now. i could file a missing persons report, but the police would think i was stupid if they turned up, and i told them the only thing missing was a piece of my heart. sixteen months is a very long time to wait for someone, but i would do it all again, if it meant you were mine, even for a very short time. i think the worst part about human beings, is the fact that, no matter what, you will never, ever, ever, really know, exactly, how one person, feels about you, because in the end, words are emtpy. words are shallow.

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Lying half naked in bed thinking about all the lovers I haven't had and sometimes it makes me mad that they probably aren't even sad cause there's always someone else they could have met Filling myself up with solitary sensuality I keep asking how much of this can be reality when we were never one but lovers in singularity and only in late-night-born words there was sexuality merely a disturbance of tranquility And as I lay there in the warmth of my solitude Hot waters find an opening in unfulfilled gratitude they leave my eyes, then run down my spine in some strange interlude and I'm getting scared of an emtpy platitude of feeling like a ****** ********** Because my spine is not endless and neither is the beating of a heart kept loveless I'm tired of phrases, of having to confess to love that seems only to know how to obsess that tries hard to be profound but then is still just heartless I try to see some good in the fact that my spine is therefor still somewhat intact and beyond this tiring and ongoing act I calm myself, 'There's still time to find', I'm committing to the pact

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Jul 17, 2018

Jul 17, 2018 at 7:24 AM UTC

Blade-Maiden

Quite naked

Lying half naked in bed thinking about all the lovers I haven't had and sometimes it makes me mad that they probably aren't even sad cause there's always someone else they could have met Filling myself up with solitary sensuality I keep asking how much of this can be reality when we were never one but lovers in singularity and only in late-night-born words there was sexuality merely a disturbance of tranquility And as I lay there in the warmth of my solitude Hot waters find an opening in unfulfilled gratitude they leave my eyes, then run down my spine in some strange interlude and I'm getting scared of an emtpy platitude of feeling like a ****** ********** Because my spine is not endless and neither is the beating of a heart kept loveless I'm tired of phrases, of having to confess to love that seems only to know how to obsess that tries hard to be profound but then is still just heartless I try to see some good in the fact that my spine is therefor still somewhat intact and beyond this tiring and ongoing act I calm myself, 'There's still time to find', I'm committing to the pact

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Ruined by memories, ****** by life, Burned with a torch, stabbed with a knife, Standing on the mountain and staring at the blue, Remembering how I killed you, thinking of you ~ My face burned with hate, my voice gone, I'm all alone, a quadrillion against one, I was born with death inside me, coz I'm a ghoul, But I'm still a slayer, not a fool… Remembering how I came to life coz of you, You made me, you loved me too, But I was born with darkness inside, whispering in the deepest corners, Having thoughts to **** the weak, I wasn't into mourners… I remember how you gifted me with a soul, I was dying before, my heart a gaping emtpy hole, You made me see love, see what is life, But I was born a psychopath, so when I had a chance I stabbed you with my knife… The soul you gave me, I made it dark, Made it lifeless, cruel, and rough like hard bark, I know I played my cards like losing Hell, But hey, at least now, I live so well… Getting to leave simpleness behind, getting to be crazy, To the troubles and pain, my vision is going hazy, I no longer care about others, I am all on my own, The world against me, look at what I have grown… Killing my mother gave me joy, Coz I'm no longer a ************* boy, I'm a ghoul, a psychopathic ***** who loves gore and pain, I have now only one thing in mind; the blood is my rain… Chewing on the gold I steal and get, About what I did I never regret, Coz a life is a life, it is not two three four five six seven, but only one, Better enjoy it before it is gone… Using the streets as a toy, by hurting ignoring and lying, Wishing to **** someone, wishing to see them dying, As I pull the hood over my face, I remember one thing, My name is Illanth, and I stand as one, and live like a king.… ~ Mishka Wayz ~

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Jan 5, 2020

Jan 5, 2020 at 9:00 PM UTC

axstrohostonaut

Illanth

Ruined by memories, ****** by life, Burned with a torch, stabbed with a knife, Standing on the mountain and staring at the blue, Remembering how I killed you, thinking of you ~ My face burned with hate, my voice gone, I'm all alone, a quadrillion against one, I was born with death inside me, coz I'm a ghoul, But I'm still a slayer, not a fool… Remembering how I came to life coz of you, You made me, you loved me too, But I was born with darkness inside, whispering in the deepest corners, Having thoughts to **** the weak, I wasn't into mourners… I remember how you gifted me with a soul, I was dying before, my heart a gaping emtpy hole, You made me see love, see what is life, But I was born a psychopath, so when I had a chance I stabbed you with my knife… The soul you gave me, I made it dark, Made it lifeless, cruel, and rough like hard bark, I know I played my cards like losing Hell, But hey, at least now, I live so well… Getting to leave simpleness behind, getting to be crazy, To the troubles and pain, my vision is going hazy, I no longer care about others, I am all on my own, The world against me, look at what I have grown… Killing my mother gave me joy, Coz I'm no longer a ************* boy, I'm a ghoul, a psychopathic ***** who loves gore and pain, I have now only one thing in mind; the blood is my rain… Chewing on the gold I steal and get, About what I did I never regret, Coz a life is a life, it is not two three four five six seven, but only one, Better enjoy it before it is gone… Using the streets as a toy, by hurting ignoring and lying, Wishing to **** someone, wishing to see them dying, As I pull the hood over my face, I remember one thing, My name is Illanth, and I stand as one, and live like a king.… ~ Mishka Wayz ~

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The insomniatic somnolence coats me. 16kHz of sound running through my eardrums. Empty words written on the walls of bathroom cubicals. The lifes of people who come and go, Snagged on the emtpy soap dispensers. ***** lino floors folded at the edges. The rattling sounds of doors locking around me. Plastic seats flipped down to carry weights, Of the people who come to just sit down. The rusted hinges on doors I can't seem to leave through. This is both my prison and my safety.

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Apr 29, 2018

Apr 29, 2018 at 9:51 PM UTC

IllyaOz

Bathroom cubicals

The insomniatic somnolence coats me. 16kHz of sound running through my eardrums. Empty words written on the walls of bathroom cubicals. The lifes of people who come and go, Snagged on the emtpy soap dispensers. ***** lino floors folded at the edges. The rattling sounds of doors locking around me. Plastic seats flipped down to carry weights, Of the people who come to just sit down. The rusted hinges on doors I can't seem to leave through. This is both my prison and my safety.

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Well this is new... This silence that surrounds me... It use to paralyze me... I use to avoid it.. I know life gets too quiet sometimes.. Like a moonless night... Perfect timing... For that door to open... The door to all and everything you've Been suppressing... Meant to make you strong... Why yes... I know all about it... Unavoidable self reflection.. Breaking into your thoughts.. Breaking into your heart... Unlocking everything thats written.. On your heart... Remind me of all my failures... Past lovers that left me to bleed.. Friendships that left me damaged... My brain always use to say.. Yea lets talk about it.... Im game... Oh yea I knew the silence far too well.. But not today... I sit alone in my emtpy apartment... And I'm okay... Happy thoughts surround me.. Im driven... Im focused... There no room For the negative in here.. No dissecting.. No over analyzing... No worrying about what someone said... At the end of the day.. You only have yourself... So when silence comes on You like a thief in the night.. Dont runaway... Embrace it.. Love yourself enough to say... I made a few mistakes.. But I'm going to be okay.. Be wise... Be aware... Because when everyone leaves... You to bleed... Who else will you have??

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Oct 8, 2017

Oct 8, 2017 at 9:35 PM UTC

Behind_Hazel_Eyes

Silence...

Well this is new... This silence that surrounds me... It use to paralyze me... I use to avoid it.. I know life gets too quiet sometimes.. Like a moonless night... Perfect timing... For that door to open... The door to all and everything you've Been suppressing... Meant to make you strong... Why yes... I know all about it... Unavoidable self reflection.. Breaking into your thoughts.. Breaking into your heart... Unlocking everything thats written.. On your heart... Remind me of all my failures... Past lovers that left me to bleed.. Friendships that left me damaged... My brain always use to say.. Yea lets talk about it.... Im game... Oh yea I knew the silence far too well.. But not today... I sit alone in my emtpy apartment... And I'm okay... Happy thoughts surround me.. Im driven... Im focused... There no room For the negative in here.. No dissecting.. No over analyzing... No worrying about what someone said... At the end of the day.. You only have yourself... So when silence comes on You like a thief in the night.. Dont runaway... Embrace it.. Love yourself enough to say... I made a few mistakes.. But I'm going to be okay.. Be wise... Be aware... Because when everyone leaves... You to bleed... Who else will you have??

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My bed is empty but my heart is full I know it must be foolish but I can't stop dreaming of you The air is cold but my bones are warm They belive the illusion of you in my arms My mouth lets out a gentle sigh but my lips still smile even though they know the risk How much longer can I dream and fall Its not this feeling I question Its just my complete lack of sense I know even when I'm forced to wake That I'll have to accept my hearts fate Every broken piece... Every heavy sigh... Every tear... Every part of me will still go on and quitely dream and quietly fall And no matter the risk and no matter the fate and no matter how foolish I'll always be blindly, madly and impossibly in love And my bed may never know your scent And my bones may never know your warmth And I may only see you again in dreams No matter how emtpy this space may be My heart will always be full and be grateful to have been blessed to have had such a beautiful dream

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Mar 31, 2015

Mar 31, 2015 at 6:33 PM UTC

akira-chinen

My heart is full

My bed is empty but my heart is full I know it must be foolish but I can't stop dreaming of you The air is cold but my bones are warm They belive the illusion of you in my arms My mouth lets out a gentle sigh but my lips still smile even though they know the risk How much longer can I dream and fall Its not this feeling I question Its just my complete lack of sense I know even when I'm forced to wake That I'll have to accept my hearts fate Every broken piece... Every heavy sigh... Every tear... Every part of me will still go on and quitely dream and quietly fall And no matter the risk and no matter the fate and no matter how foolish I'll always be blindly, madly and impossibly in love And my bed may never know your scent And my bones may never know your warmth And I may only see you again in dreams No matter how emtpy this space may be My heart will always be full and be grateful to have been blessed to have had such a beautiful dream

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The place my drained soul hoped to find some rest The place I hoped where light would still shine within my chest Thought I could settle here, finally relax unwind from this emotional and mental stress Living on a shred of hope that I would stay with you untill my death This place, where at one point my soul was ripped to shreds My home left, I didn't blame her. No regrets.. After that.. I was sitting in this emtpy shell a fragment, ancient remnant of what once was my home Big place, no soul, just me and my old friend Alone. The last piece of my old home, my loyal friend.. he had to see his pack go.. I was forced to let him go..I couldn't give him a home I'm sure he also felt torn and alone..robbed of those he loved.. Struggling to take even the slightest step.. My brothers had my back.. made sure I kept breathing held my thoughts in check prevented me from falling into this emotional and mental death.. stood by me as I climbed from the depths helped me cope with this loss and defeat and were a crucial part in turning this negativity into positivity You know I love you guys and I am forever gratefull... I found my resolve, made a step occasionally fell back but that was okay.. I was on the road to at least try and find my new home Present day, sitting in my living room, everything in organised chaos past months have been a living Hell now it's time to say goodbye to this empty shell that was once my home.. I did shed a tear, shook hands with my friend Alone May we never cross paths again.. Goodbye my friend..

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Aug 18, 2014

Aug 18, 2014 at 5:55 PM UTC

SirReal

Goodbye my old friend Alone

The place my drained soul hoped to find some rest The place I hoped where light would still shine within my chest Thought I could settle here, finally relax unwind from this emotional and mental stress Living on a shred of hope that I would stay with you untill my death This place, where at one point my soul was ripped to shreds My home left, I didn't blame her. No regrets.. After that.. I was sitting in this emtpy shell a fragment, ancient remnant of what once was my home Big place, no soul, just me and my old friend Alone. The last piece of my old home, my loyal friend.. he had to see his pack go.. I was forced to let him go..I couldn't give him a home I'm sure he also felt torn and alone..robbed of those he loved.. Struggling to take even the slightest step.. My brothers had my back.. made sure I kept breathing held my thoughts in check prevented me from falling into this emotional and mental death.. stood by me as I climbed from the depths helped me cope with this loss and defeat and were a crucial part in turning this negativity into positivity You know I love you guys and I am forever gratefull... I found my resolve, made a step occasionally fell back but that was okay.. I was on the road to at least try and find my new home Present day, sitting in my living room, everything in organised chaos past months have been a living Hell now it's time to say goodbye to this empty shell that was once my home.. I did shed a tear, shook hands with my friend Alone May we never cross paths again.. Goodbye my friend..

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At the end of the day, when I lay in your arms I feel all worries fade away, When I feel your warmth Asked you to stay, Be by my side I have no other way, to survive the dark emtpy night.

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May 28, 2019

May 28, 2019 at 8:16 AM UTC

Yuna_rose

Untitled

At the end of the day, when I lay in your arms I feel all worries fade away, When I feel your warmth Asked you to stay, Be by my side I have no other way, to survive the dark emtpy night.

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