[x]

the scars on your shouldersthe scars on your shoulders
are braille to me, so that i
can read your skin, so that i
can know you better.

i like to listen to your heartbeat
and how it resounds differently
from mine, just so beautifully
like two songs played in tandem
to harmonise in rounds;

i like to hold your hands
and rub your back
so that maybe my love
can find its way through your pores
and seep into your blood
(never can i find the right words
to tell you just the way you feel to me)

and to think that and how i nearly missed you
makes me miss you more
every minute and mile we spend
elsewhere.
i can't sleep with another body
in my bed,
but sleeping without you
leav

He doesn't write poetry anymore.He doesn’t write poetry anymore,
even if he still collects it, reads it, saves it, treasures
faded verses from his wife the way connoisseurs
savor vinyl over metallic rainbows on disc.
I don’t mind not knowing, but I can’t stand not asking.

The record needle hits the groove wrong;
he stumbles over words that aren’t there,
rummaging for an answer he doesn’t really have.
He doesn’t write poetry anymore
and his confusion is strangely endearing.

But there’s a lyricism to his words that I love,
poetic lines inserted between the daily grind
of character names and who said what;
voiceless boys in white a

PocketLeftover religion in the pocket
Of my trenchcoat
A key that unlocks nothing
A penny, a scrap of paper
With half of your name
Written in black ink

A song that is usually in my head
In the shriveled carcass
Of a long-dead dream
In the pocket
Of my trenchcoat
With the lint

SurelyIt was raining
when we kissed for the first time,
for the last time.

Thin rivulets
sunk into the shrunken space
between our bodies
and divided us
like nothing could before,
like everything will
from now
until that never again
when we will
see each other once more,
no more.

Your eyes were
that bewitching shade
of dull brown blue
with all of the light darkness
whirling
in a placid pond
around a pupil
overflowing with vacancy,
and me
and my frowning smile.

The winter heat
fell like a rising tide
and,
for our every breath
was another death
so black and full of life --
embracing our boiled ice skin
as we drew apart,
came together and broke free

Condemnedbeneath the beaten earth they lay,
their dreams condemned to ashes,
and our restless bodies stretch,
for forgiveness, for direction –

survivors of the abyss,
amidst wide-eye, silent soldiers –
so many dead, so many maimed,

how many graves are we standing on, today?

Life, Death And A Pork Chop SandwichAll tangled up, hard to breathe
This steel cloud day that swirls
With heat and pounding hammers
I shake in my boots and cough up
Blood, rust and damaged flesh
Waiting for the second coming
Maybe next time around there'll be
Some chance for more than this

A twisted barbed wire halo
Wrapped tight around my skull
Blinding white light aura
Swarming with flies I'm flying
To pieces, thousands of shards
Cannot be brought back together
But I will remember the summer
Of my first Chevrolet in each bit

Gleaming bits of glass in the desert
Each reflecting a different moment
Still, now, enduring until the waves
Of a new ocean sweep them away
No pain

SisterSister

A sister is like a soul mate;
Someone who is always there
to guide me through fate.

A sister is,
a part of childhood that I cannot erase;
A sister like you,
is one that I would never replace
because you always know how to
put a smile on my face.

I know I can depend on you
to always be there for me;
This is one hundred percent guaranteed!

I've had great memories with you
in the past;
and I hope there are many more
to come,
in the future.

Puppet My tears fall,

like invisible

diamonds.

My heart beats,

like soundless

drums.

Unwanted,

because of the

strings attached.

Pretty little things called words and dustif you weren't a hypocrite,
you'd be wrapped in the sweetest
perfumes
(learning
how to engulf the ocean
with your lungs
and think of how to cup it
in your hands
despite
your broken prayers and
still be beautiful)

dance with the gypsies
'till noon
(a quake in
your hips like the thrust
of continents
and the faultlines
emanating from
your spine,
but still
so, so graceful)

sing with the nymphs
in tune
(your voice,
it's growing old,
raspy even.
your throat's burning dry
like a monsoon
faltering in a desert,

and tones
still octaves
powerful)

be nestled in a king's arms
soon
(oh, you precious
little thing.
how

Lost In ConfusionMy mind is spinning without a rest
emotions whirl and twirl around
A merry-go-round gaining speed
Until the world blurrs before my eyes
What's happening? What's going on?

The simplest thought slips away
Right from my mind, fading so fast
Trying to focus, I stare and stare
Until my eyes are heavy and unclear.
I don't understand, what is going on...

Emotions rise and fall again
Within the blink of an eye
I'm crying, laughing, and depressed
A rollercoaster ride that never ends
Am I losing my mind in this ?

I try to close my eyes and rest
But the world spins me around
I feel like I am failing this test
Voices and noisies echo in my min

A Night By the FireNo light,
The light sired by the night
All above whilst the day's delights
Now disappears from mortal sight.

Faded away is the sun's power,
Taking the stage now is night's sallow flower;
Now mortals may behold the stars and falling shower.

Set in a pit Nature's skyscraper ablaze
And revel in the emanating heat as you gaze,
Looking down on occasion when you hear a crack from the fire
And witness "fireflies" flying away from mother's blaze;
Dying shortly after but not lacking burning beauty do they desire!

I look out towards the teasing shore
And meditate as we sit upon her door,
Thinking on what my future has in store;
Who I am now and even

Why meI wanted sleep very badly
I tried my hardest to rest
I closed my eyes and laid there
But sleep didn’t come easy
I would doze off
And wake back up
Again
Why me? When I know I have to be up at 3 AM.

nightmarethe foxes are at your bedside and singing--
feversongs,
songs of boiling thoughts
and broken muscles.
their lullabyes.
they sneak so quiet, and
somehow,
you can't quite
dream
anymore.

DangerousMermaids; they seduce you then hold you under
Vampires; will kiss your lifeblood away
Mages, will turn your own mind against you
While trolls will hunt you down if you stay
Run through the woods, don’t stop for nothing
Monsters wait with jaws opened wide
Ignore that pretty elf, who’s probably plotting something dark
For she will torture you once she’s lured you inside
Orcs; will have a craving for your flesh
While dwarves are just prejudiced against your height
Dragons are very skilled when it comes to fire
While faeries will torment you throughout the night
So run little weakling, don’t stop now
The faery realm has go

Seaside HolidayI am content
to stay
a caterpillar

Who says
you have
to change?

What's so great
about being
a butterfly?

Browse More Like This

Download File
HTML, 785 bytes more ▶

More from ~hollow-nothing

pleaseplease end my pain
it wouldnt take too much
just one pull of that trigger
one swipe of that knife
just tell them i did it
theyll belive you
please dont make me suffer anymore
please help me out of this
please i beg you
please kill me
end it
please

Bottle of Paini keep all of the pain
i keep it all in a bottle
that little bottle
lays inside my heart

i just want to throw it away
throw my pain away
but it will never leave me

the little bottle has grown
it is no longer little
it nows fills my entire heart
fills it with pain

i bottle it all up
bottle it up inside
in my little bottle of pain

worst enemydo you hate me
is that why you pulled my wings off
pulled me down when i tried to fly
ripped my stiches open

why do you hurt me
what have i done to you
why do you mock me
kick me when i am down
why do you taunt me
filling my life with misery and despair

why is it
that im so haunted by you
what have i done to deserve this
you used to be my closest friend
you have become my worst enemy
i cannot take it anymore
please just leave me alone

For youill let my scars heal
ill stop making new ones
ill do my homework
ill clean my room
ill watch tv
ill pretend to be happy
because you tell me to
ill do everything you want
but ill never forget
the sorrow i feel inside
ill hide it
ill cover it with my wings
but it will never leave me
i dont want you to suffer for me anymore
i dont want you to hurt
i will take all of the pain
im used to it

what shes becomeevicted from her home
shes utterly alone
rain drops pour on her head
as she sits crying on the sidewalk
she stares up at the sky
at the single ray of sunshine
that still gives her light
but rapidly clouds wander over
covering her light
clouding her hope
she cries
sour crimson tears of disgust
disgust at herself
at what shes become
she had everything
but she threw it all away
now left homeless
joyless
and utterly alone.

View Gallery

Featured in Groups:

Not currently featured in any groups.

Details

Submitted: May 22, 2004
File Size: 785 bytes

Link

Thumb

Statistics

Comments: 10
Favourites: 1 [who?]
Views: 44 (0 today)
Downloads: 10 (0 today)

[x]

Weight of her sorrow

by ~hollow-nothing, May 22, 2004, 10:21:50 AM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

The weight
It pushes her down
keeps her from flying
from spreading her forgotten wings

slithering on the ground
with the weight on her back
she calls for help
for someone to help her up
but they ignore her
shun her as a lost soul
refusing to help her find it

they walk past her
pretend she feels no pain
throw rocks at her
forgetting what she used to be

rain drops dampen her body
tears run down her cheeks
she tries to push herself up
but the weight of her sorrow is too much
too unbearable
she falls back down
never to get up again.

Weight of her sorrowby ~hollow-nothing

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

it sucks...

~silentdark Jun 2, 2004

from spreading her forgotten wings

I really like that line. Great job!

~hollow-nothing Jun 3, 2004

thanks

~deadlydandelion May 30, 2004

nice job... now I wonder... why are they forgotten wings? nice though.

~hollow-nothing May 23, 2004

thanks

~The7thDay May 22, 2004

Very good poem.

~BoundByDarkness May 22, 2004

i love this poem... and im not just saying that... by the time i got done reading it i was almost crying... heh. it brought a clear picture into my head and it scared me. this poem definitely had an effect.

~deadreflection13 May 22, 2004

i dosent suck

~hollow-nothing May 22, 2004

thanks

~deadreflection13 May 22, 2004

no problem

!hottubmolly May 22, 2004

i don't think it sucks at all!!!!!!!!! :claps:

More from ~hollow-nothing

Featured in Groups:

Details

Statistics

Weight of her sorrow

Weight of her sorrowby ~hollow-nothing

The Journal Portal

Polls

What is your preferred drawing software?

deviantART [dee·vee·un'nt·ART]

Keep in Touch!

Deviousness

Add Media

Style