Poetry Blogs (empty)
I know I traded something
A part of me
For the splendid splendour of money
I did that thing you shouldn’t do
I gave myself to him
You know, the soul
Cut a piece of myself out for him
You know, the heart
I cut a piece of myself off for him
(You know which part)
But I didn't feel a thing
I'm waiting to miss it
I'm waiting for the pain
Monday 3rd February 2020 1:43 pm
You can misplace your mind
You can't forfeit your mind
When you've built a fort for your mind
Mine is bulletproof,
I can stay outside of myself
I can step outside of the world
I watched us having a conversation
From my window panes
Through the heavy glaze
It made me feel some type...
Sunday 1st December 2019 12:56 pm
I’m a ghost in this house,
Someone forgot to open the windows to let me out of here.
I search for an exit every second I can.
If someone could just help me, help me break out.
I don’t get it,
Why’d they leave me here..
These fucking rooms don’t hold my secrets anymore,
They’re on the table for everyone to see when they come to visit this empty house,
Sunday 4th August 2019 7:11 pm
A desire stronger than the weight of the world, nothing in life matters more than the intake of poison, fogged mind and clouded vision,
Tell Me What's Love Compared To Addiction
controlled by controlled substance your own worst enemy living physically but empty mentally,
Happiness Depleted Unless Using Of Course My Best Friend Is My Drug Of Choice
scared of facing withdrawals to much p...
Friday 24th May 2019 7:15 am
Please come back
Wednesday 11th July 2018 11:39 am
It's been broken so many times
I began to lose pieces that I thought were all mine
I'm in so deep and the void is so empty
So lost for words, but I don't want sympathy
Holding this heart with my bare hands
Please just take it...I don't understand
Time brought these wounds, yet they're not healed
Permanent scars have left them sealed
I'm scared of being alone and s...
Wednesday 11th July 2018 11:34 am
I'm just a number,
Put me in the back.
One of these days,
I swear I'll fucking snap.
Always keeping it in,
Forever pushing it down.
One day I'll strike this match
And burn this place to the ground.
Empathy is a curse,
A color I wear well.
I'm sick of always wondering
How other people feel.
I don't take care of myself,
I just bury my own bone.
I'm always there for everyone
But I'm al...
Thursday 31st May 2018 1:57 pm
Piercing poles of what shattered in abruptness
Has a bit of touch to it.
Strange things with glasses, I tell you.
Sunday 1st April 2018 6:15 pm
In the wicked game we played;
The distorted rules we make,
The empty words we say,
And the goodbyes in the end of May;
The lies of February's promise;
And the man I want to love.
Cruel honesty that got us in the beginning, and the only thing that's left for us in the end.
By June, a threat of winter's cold;
It wasn't even close to turn our hearts to stone
A teared hear...
Monday 11th September 2017 4:25 pm
Thinking about her everyday
If she knew what would she say
Beautiful memories will remain
A past that is without stain
Remember the times we had together
They will always be my secret treasure
Under the darkness of daylight
You and I always felt right
The excitement I lived was real
Don’t know if my heart can heal
I know that time moves on
From yesterday ...
Tuesday 14th July 2015 4:46 pm
Everyday for her is always the same.
All the struggles, all the pain,
all the hurtful words, and all the pressure
to be someone, and to be something.
And each day she wakes
to feel the hurt again, as it never changes.
And each day she breathes to longer her stay
no matter how much she wants to leave.
And each day she eats to feel whole and to not feel empty
like the way she feels about he...
Wednesday 22nd October 2014 2:58 am
In the nascent
empty vessels of time,
I hear your voice.
Sunday 30th March 2014 10:15 pm
the empty bus that used to bring you home
the empty armchair
the empty bed.
the empty tears
the empty perfume bottle
that they could fill
the empty dreams
the empty vows
the empty promises
to empty children
with their empty lies
of empty threats
just empty rooms
empty orders to...
Monday 11th November 2013 6:57 pm
Stay with me boy we gonna
like flies do run
burning after touching the light bulb
stay with me, 'cause it's an empty and sad little century
i might have tears in my eyes
but i don't wanna see
just don't want to see
Right on time
why would we
Walk with me now we never
had any time
Tuesday 17th September 2013 10:36 pm
Another quick one, needs work...
Tuesday 17th May 2011 3:07 pm