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It is not just one, there are many, one for each you Wounds, Hurt One for each absence How much you? How much me? How much of us? How much time and absence on this goodbye?
yo i'm broke 'cause i'm lovin' these hoes give your heart just so they can shoot it down from a microscrope backstabbin' disruptin' hoes putchu on the low now you sittin' here all alone
I lost years of my life to a box with no air, To the simulated felatio, the thought of company that wasn't there. Wrap your fate around your finger and give way, We'll find our way out of here someday.
cutter, killer what have you done? did you learn to make tights knots? or play with a gun? Silent, Loner. it this any fun? you sink deeper and deeper. the demons have won. Empty, hollow.
Feeling bored Much of my life has been this feeling Of being bored Something with a new key
Moon-kissed windows, projecting the oblivious melancholic sight of those who shine bright, and time-blessed gravity defyers dancing to a rhythm of lust, like blooming roses in the sun.
I stood there in the quiet accompanied by the swirling Zephyros A still voice piercing, emanating, delving And my brows furrowed, face contorting
January 30, 2018 Dear Emptiness, How do I write to you. You are what is not there or could be there. For you there can be anything inside.
I’ll exist, And I’ll be, In this void Of nothing. And I’ll wait For something To change this Emptiness To bliss and Ecstasy.
I’m sitting in my room Looking out my window down Feeling extremely trapped inside Although I’m really not sure why But even as I am home again I can’t seem to find an outward happiness
There's a place that I've been doesn't have top nor end and you'll fly like a bird underwater There's a song you should hear hold a shell up to your ear and you'll be
Where did you go My Soul, my soul? Oh God do answer For only you know. My soul, my soul To where did you leave? Or are you trapped within pulsating walls Where the darkness does so cleave?
"More, more." They say, "More, more." These voices won't stop This emptiness won't be filled enough "More, more." These voices continue to say, "More, more." More of what? More friends.
Heartbreak is the heartbeat moments Smiles fading into frowns When happy turns to sad In remembrance of a memory The longing to return
When all is said and done When the light of day is gone When the single key is turned And the old dust greets the lights are put on, When the familiar lends to desire And the beautiful
Have I ever wished to dive into a ravine? I would have said no. I'm forced to say yes. What were once my sweetest dreams crash upon the rocks. Drain the mania;
Her hypnotizing eyes, so full of life look at me. Her luscious lips stretch into a charming smile. She reaches out for me. Her warm, sweet breath hits my face. I embrace her, but only manage to hug empty air.
The wind blows Trees shake I'm all alone in the hot sun While the others laugh and play around I sit here without a sound The wind blows Trees shake
Sitting StandingSurrounded by peopleFrom the past Present And later
A sick bliss, bubbling Spilling out over me Staining and settling In holes, in the cracks All the locked in got out Now it’s boiling out Now it’s staining and settling In holes, in the cracks
I don't feel like myself Some creature has come to seize My alleged comatose form,
There is this deep, evasive emptinessthat never ceases to lack control.That conquers and escapes,that stirs quiet chaos in my soul.
Here without him, I have nothing I am nothing I have constant doubt Flaring up inside I have constant worry And there are always tears to cry With him, I had everything
How do I fill this void I have tried distractions and diversions But I am still a very sad person. I try not to lose my writing passion
If the yearning has passed and I am no longer aghast in the rooms of my heart, I’ll be going now. If desire has ceased dripping from solicitous lips, the future is a yawning abyss,
Uneventful brain canvass leaves much to be desired.Ancient wisdoms, science laws I've struggled to acquireFrom the corner of my eye they sink into the mirethat stagnant swamp that's left behind when big souls lose their fire.
I slowly drift into sleep. The room around me is a world of pink. Neon stars above my bed blink, Sweet dreams. I slowly drift into sleep. My body heat warms up my sheets.
Nothing can fill the emptiness of a loss. No tear, sorrow, or sadness can fill the gaps of time today.
Brown eyes, Black hair. Heart-shape lip, Unnerving stare. A young woman looks back at the mirror, confused. The long waves of her hair are cut to her shoulders, Her eyes empty and lost.
Wounds, that illuminate...That spirit, that planted the seed…unknown!Just a biological relationship…is not a home.The soulknows you not…Depart from thee.
"More, more" they say, "More, more." These voices won't stop. This emptiness won't be filled enough. "More, more." These voices continue to say, "More, more." More of what? More friends. More money.
It began as a shadow, Flowing in the rays of the sun, Hidden behind a meaningless form,
I cant find a way to live this swollen life,
Yeah I know. This is supposed to be hard. This ridiculousness Has to get me Thinking I really miss this thing I felt. She Ain't gonna be my missis
Fearless is the absence of the fear Fearing less is a message held dear Bravery or neccessity, the motive unclear Tongueless or eyeless, his silence impure A road less tread, a story unread
Cold plastic is what I see It’s all you will ever be Whispers and actions Divides our “family” into factions Rumors and back-stabbing Anger from her blabbing “Second family” yeah right
i speak for those who have lost their courage to speak for those whos words run to the tip of their tounges just to retreat back to the back of the throats back to where they came from
Heavy heart chains around her ankle
I wish i could write about nothing at all. wouldnt it be interesting to describe nothing? we couldnt say a color, How would we know what color it would be? We couldnt say a shape,
You're dropping "I'm sorry" like I'm still around.I don't care how you feel. I don't care about your excuses.You took for granted all the times I never let you down.
Each moment completely whole Each breath cherished Each touch filled with joy Each kiss remembered Each smile because you're here
Brave, loyal friends having one another's backs A loving sensei* always encouraging him
Silent tears concealed by a pathetic façade. Soundless suffering, weeping. A voiceless shrill cloaked by false smiles. Muted agony, raw and searing. A torturous solitude
I've grown up around strong women. To be specific, I've been surrounded by strong black women. That doesnt make me strong though This made it hard for me to find myself. I wanted to be like them
I'm a fountain of blood in the shape of a girl that hoped one day that maybe she could be loved. You told me I was beautiful. You taught me to talk. You told me I was your princess,
Empty Rooms filled with--interrupting lightMissing floorboardsMissing stairsHungry CupboardsVacant VasesEverythingis Nowhere.No Roof
You poisoned our love With sweet lies Made it impossible For our love to survive Please keep your distance From me. Do not come to me I do not see you, Do not speak of me
She looks up at the clouded sun For the thousandth time today Feels the worlds ambience around her
What’s another empty soul
If there's light in love, How were we so dark? Why all this pain? why all the muck Love is supposed to be beautiful... We were a Nuesance, to us and each other
It had been there for the longest time A nail in place of this heart of mine Eyes blank and wandering in darkness I never understood why it was mine But it always burned
Carry the One. carry,.. drag.. discard! -futile. GRIPPING my face, Clawing me back.. My affliction. my burden. MY BURDEN. carry, drag. Lost within my own
Like how only the sky can feel the lightning, thunder and rain only i know the feeling of empty loneliness the true distance between me and happiness only i can fake the smile and hide the tears
I left my soul on your floor last night. Battered, and cold. The cracks in the tile cradled my scarlet letter, safely. Your hands strong; sweet.I was certain that this was honest—perhaps naive.
My life is worth nothing, but an empty space More than eternity darkness More than bottomless ocean Because I am who I am My life feels like the bottom of a dark miserable hole
Love is hysterical Such is the hysteria that you do not even realize when it has made camp within your walls Embedding itself within your soul Until it is ripped from the place in which it was rooted
Running Running FUNNING running Funneling grape soda and cranberry juice through a lemon squeezer Why not? It’s all pointless anyway. Birds fall out of the sky like
Some days I just wanted to scream I just wanted to runaway Or melt as if I were cream They make everything seem like a dream
Voices haunt my sleep. Soaring shadows awaken my soul. Falling far, far, far down into the depths of ruins and caves you left empty for my arrival.
I'll push my heart into hiding. Let it be smothered and suffocated, until it becomes a pearl. The only thing that's shining in the hollow remains of a girl. Being numb felt much better than I could've imagined.
I loathe the four corners of this empty room She fills them with things: things from thrift shops and flea markets. From the molding around the ceiling to a few inches before the floor the walls are covered.
So long have I tarried in it, That thick stuff they say is laughter. But I hear the bitterness Behind it. How cruel it can be- Loud and harsh. And all this time I didn’t- Wouldn’t-
I am the hollow woman My merry mechanism failed Left with so much opposition from other's emotions that are stale My normal state is empty but my capacity half the world I took on that responsibility
My bible tells me Love is kind, patient, unselfish, and hopeful That it keeps no records of wrongs, never gives up and never loses faith
The Ocean pulls it’s body back and forth like my lungs that breathe in life. And my heart that drums it’s final beats. I’m sitting on a bulk of sand from the high tide line.
I walk along the quiet beach, Soft, white sand beneath my toes. My mind is empty, void of thought Except of seashells on the ground.