"hollower" poems
a prayer for every broken heart
a prayer for every sob that threatens to fill your throat as your eyes betray the flood rising in your chest
a prayer for every stranger with track marks in their wasted forearms and eyes hollower than their stomachs
a prayer for the weak, a prayer for the helpless, a prayer for the strong
a prayer for every time he hit her and a prayer for every time she didn’t move an inch
a prayer for the blood on the thighs of a girl who was torn by a drunken frat boy who never learned to hear “no"
a prayer for every sin of the heart
amen
Feb 6, 2014
Feb 6, 2014 at 6:01 PM UTC
I would value you
I know you must have hard that a lot
and have grown accustomed
to it not being true
I know that trust is like a spotter
at the bottom of a ladder
and that you've been climbing Everest
and not the wall to a roof
so the comparison isn't apt
No I don't know anything you
and so my words ring hollower
than an Oak tree on a dry summers day
I would value you
not as price on a tag
but as a bird on a nest
because your presence makes being here
worthwhile
and when you're keen to fly away
please heed my plea that's true
I Promise I would value you
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 1:58 AM UTC
Surrounded by the multitudes,
Yet feel alone...
Engaged in trite narratives,
The voices merely drone....
This unquenchable emptiness,
I drown with intoxication...
Only to wake from my stupor hollower than before,
Choking on hate and distain...
Desire and ambition are smothered by pain,
As the grip tightens on the throat of my soul,
The pit in my gut grows and grows taking it's toll...
Every moment slipping deeper into the abyss,
Until nothingness is an addiction I just can't resist....
Go on existing until my last breath,
Living without life, is worse than death
Jun 29, 2018
Jun 29, 2018 at 1:03 PM UTC
When I was young I use to slap myself when my chubby fingers pressed one piano key too low
I would dig fingernails into my arm after each missed catch or askew throw
Because everyone cried at being loved by God I would think of my dead cat to squeeze out a few tears, so the fact that I didn’t have a God wouldn’t show
I wasn’t a sick kid
I was just a tree
that didn’t know how to lose its leaves
I couldn’t seem to slap or dig the mistakes out
so I dug out happiness from my skin
Stretched it out thin like many strings on a violin
and attached it to my shirt with a couple of safety pins
Letting people try to strum and make some music
but the tune of my strings didn’t ring smooth and therapeutic
and they ended up only giving me bruises
And even though the little girl has grown
she just continues to hold dead leaves
of mistakes she can’t seem to let go
Nothing new can grow
just more lines on the bark of her skin
years have, and will pass like this
and she will continue to become hollower within
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 12:55 AM UTC
I cam back from a vacation to the beach to find my hometown slightly different, it was as though we had entered a new dimension and tiny things were subject to change in my 5 day absence; such as the color of a sign or someones accent.
Most of all Id say my home makes me feel as though im not home, this place feels like a dream, like im stuck in the matrix or something. Nothing about the way this place makes me feel makes me want to stay, and nothing about it feels natural or right. It brings a rock to the bottom my stomach turning over the assumed reality I supposedly exist in. Every person seems hollower here, like they are not pilots of their own human vehicles, but in fact they are occupants of their human shell, with varying levels of control.
There is no person here that could make me stay at this point. I can only explain it like this, no matter what if the environment is wrong, it outweighs everything else in terms of efffecting your mood. for example, you couldnt have a climactic battle scene be fought in a boutique, it would be heard to look past the soldiers hiding behind dresses no? nobody here can really outshine this thought that this is not my destination. Im set on my course and its not changeable, the destination is happiness and nobody else is required for the voyage, company would be cool, but jump if you dont like how the boat rocks.
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 9:14 AM UTC
the gas station on the corner
stands bright in the night,
a silent confessional for a pack of regret.
as if it'll get me through one more
night of blue.
tides crash in like clockwork,
dripping seconds down my cheekbones,
and i'm really just trying to find someone who isn't washed up.
no one can tell me what to do.
and i tried to tell you what i meant,
of all the time left unspent.
your eyes rolled into the back of your skull; nothing's hollower than the truth.
one more night of empty-headed blues.
i crater low while the moon sits high,
but the sun will have to breathe.
i know it'll come around,
i just can't live to see;
bear to be a victim of a clockwork tease.
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 1:04 PM UTC
Once upon a time there was a girl no one knew
At centerstage she were guise no one could breakthrough
She smiled, she laughed, she was an open book to all
At least as far as they had saw
And with that she was happy, with that she was complete
No Other feeling could compete
Yet as happy even though she was as happy as could be
she saw someone who always seemed more happy than she
A light brighter than the sun
A smile that never seems to come undone
By their brilliant light she was blinded
And all that once she was reminded
Ah, yes the more their happiness came across
The hollower her happiness seemed....she was at a loss.
Then all at once she had an idea of what to do
They couldn't be happy all the time that she knew
A desire to give them happiness formed and grew
Their loneliness always shown
Oh! She could find him a queen for his throne
Then he be happy that she knew!
But could be her? Oh no that would never do.
They were a light shined like sun
She was no Icarus, she wouldn't even try
Her love was quiet
she was perfectly fine with opportunity slipping by
For as long as they were happy she knew
She would smile too
Aug 28, 2017
Aug 28, 2017 at 8:41 PM UTC
i think of you when
i see clouds are hiding the sun
in a sky that was so like that was mine
i see thunders and flashes are flying
and burning above and beneath of every and everything
i sing a tune that lays my fate
words are the magic that tells how you smell and taste
i see a tree of life here upon which were tied
,thoth ****** my blood and push them brown sugars
my ears are hollower than black holes
it sings with the holiest hymns
no one ever told me about you
I never hoped theres really someone
something like you
i dont know to travel thy roads so high
my sight was grounded with limitations to fly
your light is what i search now
i see it but im sure ill find a way through
to the suns where the gods once lived
where i believe im traveling only
into one sight my thoughts are now
@lined with the one that awaits but nowhere
no one known has ever seen those skies
its not to fear if you know there's light
there once lived the here them children of fire
the played with sun and moon as theyre their lover
they knew healing and flying not bound by laws that we knew since we saw the apple fall
its so wrathful a things such
them children wandering without a home
waiting for mankind to breed them warm and fresh
lord i want them fire riding and piercing through
our rusted skins of ego and rotten flesh
in them we ought to live like we were
meant to be,:::the wind
that blows all across
one two and three and all.
May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 3:03 AM UTC
The farther I look in the sky,
Or the deeper I dwell inside 'I'
The darker, the hollower, the scarier it gets
With no light at the other end
Harder the route of this bare soul gets
All I wanted was to see the truth
But the darkness made it hard to find
I know I had lost it a long ago
But it never crossed my eyes
For the fight is now to escape the darkness
And more than truth now I seek happiness
the lies now are okay to be fed upon
If the lie is that there is light somewhere within me
Aug 5, 2016
Aug 5, 2016 at 12:59 AM UTC