Poems About Emptiness Seeking Honest Critique
#emptiness
Poems about emptiness seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
emotional suction
love´s is not a lie
it's an origami cuckoo
catched by the whirlpool
of a porcelain blackhole
it's an origami cuckoo
catched by the whirlpool
of a porcelain blackhole
#emptiness
#lies
#lust
#mirror
#passion
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Existence.exe
Who can kill what wasn’t created? I just wish an angel would come forth,
But in actuality the better vibe was a demon to show me my worth,
Though I hold this hollow Death Note, my name is the only thing you’ll see wrote,
I do not do politics, I do not vote, I only laugh at the razor being held at my throat,
The loss of my sanity, I’m rewriting history, redefining insanity.
I’m the king of the cursed, the architect of my pain,
Sisyphus reincarnated, but I thrive in the strain.
The boulders I carry, they sing with my scars,
Every crack in my soul’s...
But in actuality the better vibe was a demon to show me my worth,
Though I hold this hollow Death Note, my name is the only thing you’ll see wrote,
I do not do politics, I do not vote, I only laugh at the razor being held at my throat,
The loss of my sanity, I’m rewriting history, redefining insanity.
I’m the king of the cursed, the architect of my pain,
Sisyphus reincarnated, but I thrive in the strain.
The boulders I carry, they sing with my scars,
Every crack in my soul’s...
#apathy
#dark
#emptiness #loneliness
#emptiness #loneliness
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Emotional Wreck
Today
I am
an
ARROGANT
SELFISH
BITCH!
Cunts Lives Matter!
It is what it is!
What would Voltaire say?
What would Jesus do?
In a dream...
Dr. Suess says
Thing 1 and
Thing 2 were
ACID TABS!!!
Do I recollect...
or do I ramble?
Next year I
want a talking
Christmas tree!
Invent one.
Tears for fears.
I am
an
ARROGANT
SELFISH
BITCH!
Cunts Lives Matter!
It is what it is!
What would Voltaire say?
What would Jesus do?
In a dream...
Dr. Suess says
Thing 1 and
Thing 2 were
ACID TABS!!!
Do I recollect...
or do I ramble?
Next year I
want a talking
Christmas tree!
Invent one.
Tears for fears.
#apathy
#emptiness
#frustration
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Something
Something
I was asked to write something. For several days I have written...nothing.
Something - a pretty undefined but powerful word. What did she do? Something.
Something - is it better than nothing? It really depends on how nefarious "something" was?
Something - not what I have been doing!
I can now be said to have done nothing and also done something.
I have written: SOMETHING. Not a drippy sex escapade...sorry.
I have also posted 140 pieces of writing here and let me ask...something.
...
I was asked to write something. For several days I have written...nothing.
Something - a pretty undefined but powerful word. What did she do? Something.
Something - is it better than nothing? It really depends on how nefarious "something" was?
Something - not what I have been doing!
I can now be said to have done nothing and also done something.
I have written: SOMETHING. Not a drippy sex escapade...sorry.
I have also posted 140 pieces of writing here and let me ask...something.
...
#apathy
#emptiness
#frustration
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Nuthin'
Nuthin'
Largely lost in lethargy
And able to act accordingly
Every energy eviscerating efficiency
Buying bleeding barnyard Barbary
Selling strings soaked in sophistry
living life like literal lunacy
candidly creating chaos casually
Making mountains move maliciously
fleeing fearless fiends for fantasy
proposing purpose pushed to periphery
every edifice eroding endlessly
End
Largely lost in lethargy
And able to act accordingly
Every energy eviscerating efficiency
Buying bleeding barnyard Barbary
Selling strings soaked in sophistry
living life like literal lunacy
candidly creating chaos casually
Making mountains move maliciously
fleeing fearless fiends for fantasy
proposing purpose pushed to periphery
every edifice eroding endlessly
End
#confusion
#emptiness
#escape #motivational
#escape #motivational
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All Grown Up
The calendar says I am older
The bills say I'm on my own
The children call me "ma'am"
And the old women say "my, how you've grown!"
I feel myself walking in no one's footsteps,
Yet the shoes are still too big to fill.
I've fought, and I've fought, and I've fought,
And now my bravado has brought me to a standstill.
Going through the motions
Has left me in a world of daydreams
Lala land is nice this time of year
Away from the agony of what this life means.
I've watched my childhood ambitions...
The bills say I'm on my own
The children call me "ma'am"
And the old women say "my, how you've grown!"
I feel myself walking in no one's footsteps,
Yet the shoes are still too big to fill.
I've fought, and I've fought, and I've fought,
And now my bravado has brought me to a standstill.
Going through the motions
Has left me in a world of daydreams
Lala land is nice this time of year
Away from the agony of what this life means.
I've watched my childhood ambitions...
#childhood
#depression
#emptiness
#LifeStruggles
#SelfReflection
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Walls, sheets, curtains, all white...
In the silence of the night shadows creep.
Whispers of the unknown stir the soul.
A chill descends, fingers cold and thin,
tugging at the edges of sanity.
The walls breathe a pulse within the stone.
Echoes of footsteps, unseen yet near.
Eyes in the darkness, staring, unblinking.
A presence felt, but never seen.
The air grows thick, a suffocating dread.
Heartbeat pounding like a distant drum.
A flicker of light reveals a hollow face.
Fleshless grin, frozen in eternal scream.
Hands reach from the void,...
Whispers of the unknown stir the soul.
A chill descends, fingers cold and thin,
tugging at the edges of sanity.
The walls breathe a pulse within the stone.
Echoes of footsteps, unseen yet near.
Eyes in the darkness, staring, unblinking.
A presence felt, but never seen.
The air grows thick, a suffocating dread.
Heartbeat pounding like a distant drum.
A flicker of light reveals a hollow face.
Fleshless grin, frozen in eternal scream.
Hands reach from the void,...
#anxiety
#apathy
#emptiness
#ghosts
#scary
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I miss you more than you could ever know.
How much time has flown by - so much, so little.
But her memory is kept in me. I was afraid to admit...
I guess I still am, that she will never come back.
That I won't see her smile, that I won't feel her hugs.
How much she sacrificed just to bring me into this world.
She never gave up on me despite her own health.
And once I knew, would things have been different?
If she had listened to the doctors, and everyone else.
When I was a child it was so hard to take care of her.
Especially through the relapses and affects of treatment.
I...
But her memory is kept in me. I was afraid to admit...
I guess I still am, that she will never come back.
That I won't see her smile, that I won't feel her hugs.
How much she sacrificed just to bring me into this world.
She never gave up on me despite her own health.
And once I knew, would things have been different?
If she had listened to the doctors, and everyone else.
When I was a child it was so hard to take care of her.
Especially through the relapses and affects of treatment.
I...
#depression
#despair
#emptiness
#mother
#suffering
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It’s ironic I’m willing to dwell in asylum
This feeling won’t leave me,
It presses harder with my footsteps.
What is it, following me ceaselessly,
Keeping me alert wherever I am?
If you ask me, I won’t give an answer.
You told me to write it down—so I started leading a diary.
Anyone would confuse my notes for a psycho’s.
It’s ironic that I’m willing
To dwell in asylum.
Because—
I worry about people who don’t deserve it.
I’m scared I’ll forever be skulking from problems.
And why do I only feel happy and free
When I daydream, walking in circles for years?
It presses harder with my footsteps.
What is it, following me ceaselessly,
Keeping me alert wherever I am?
If you ask me, I won’t give an answer.
You told me to write it down—so I started leading a diary.
Anyone would confuse my notes for a psycho’s.
It’s ironic that I’m willing
To dwell in asylum.
Because—
I worry about people who don’t deserve it.
I’m scared I’ll forever be skulking from problems.
And why do I only feel happy and free
When I daydream, walking in circles for years?
#emptiness
#FeelingTrapped
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Abandoned Outpost
Lay me in the old abandoned house, upon tongue and groove planks, wrap me in a woolen blanket, close to the broken window, where snowflakes are visible as they gently fall...quietly fall.
Please don't let them melt upon me though, ive bore the cold long enough.
Let the Blue and Red birds visit, singing songs, keeping me company until my hunger finally eats me alive.
Please don't let them melt upon me though, ive bore the cold long enough.
Let the Blue and Red birds visit, singing songs, keeping me company until my hunger finally eats me alive.
#confusion
#emptiness
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Why some just don't get it
It's me again the story teller of unspoken words ✍️ Now Let's take a moment to analyze something, that has been going on way to long, to the point it hides behind close doors away from peeking eyes 👁️👁️ For example have you ever been in a relationship, that started off with good vibes and good intentions. But yet as it slowly begins to pass on through, the process of getting, to know each other. THINGS began to take, a evil turn not for the betterment of life, and the relationship but it became a living hell just to survive. What I'm saying is that...
#anger
#dark
#disappointment
#emptiness
#heartbroken
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the End is Near
Lost in a cycle, a circle I mean
Fighting for survival in this dream I dream
Aggravated assault, reasons unclear
Its not my fault I'm imprisoned here
While walking I've wondered rather helplessly
Left lost I've pondered is this really me
My tainted eyes and blurried vision
The truth lies hidden in what I envisioned
Desperately I stalk, voices I hear
People that talk, complexity near ...
Fighting for survival in this dream I dream
Aggravated assault, reasons unclear
Its not my fault I'm imprisoned here
While walking I've wondered rather helplessly
Left lost I've pondered is this really me
My tainted eyes and blurried vision
The truth lies hidden in what I envisioned
Desperately I stalk, voices I hear
People that talk, complexity near ...
#emptiness
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DU Poetry : Poems About Emptiness Seeking Honest Critique