Poems About Emptiness by New Members
#emptiness
Poems about emptiness by new members. Poems written by members who joined within the last 30 days.
Human4685
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2022 4:04pm
23rd Jan 2022 4:04pm
Nicotine Drenched
I feel it in my bones.
I hear it in my voice.
I see it in my face.
I taste it in my mouth.
“Do I make it a simple ending or do I remain?”
I’m gone, I feel wrecked.
I’m lost, I feel stretched out past my limits.
Death weighs heavy on my brain.
My soul is beyond repair.
MY mind has begun to fade.
I can no longer differentiate
night and day, it’s all thrown away into a blur, A hazy abyss.
I’ve crucified myself.
My Hands are shaking.
My soul is breaking.
My Face goes numb.
Everything...
I hear it in my voice.
I see it in my face.
I taste it in my mouth.
“Do I make it a simple ending or do I remain?”
I’m gone, I feel wrecked.
I’m lost, I feel stretched out past my limits.
Death weighs heavy on my brain.
My soul is beyond repair.
MY mind has begun to fade.
I can no longer differentiate
night and day, it’s all thrown away into a blur, A hazy abyss.
I’ve crucified myself.
My Hands are shaking.
My soul is breaking.
My Face goes numb.
Everything...
#mirror
#FeelingLost
#acceptance
#emptiness
#choices
37 reads
1 Comment
Human4685
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2022 4:04pm
23rd Jan 2022 4:04pm
Nicotine Drenched
I feel it in my bones.
I hear it in my voice.
I see it in my face.
I taste it in my mouth.
“Do I make it a simple ending or do I remain?”
I’m gone, I feel wrecked.
I’m lost, I feel stretched out past my limits.
Death weighs heavy on my brain.
My soul is beyond repair.
MY mind has begun to fade.
I can no longer differentiate
night and day, it’s all thrown away into a blur, A hazy abyss.
I’ve crucified myself.
My Hands are shaking.
My soul is breaking.
My Face goes numb.
Everything...
I hear it in my voice.
I see it in my face.
I taste it in my mouth.
“Do I make it a simple ending or do I remain?”
I’m gone, I feel wrecked.
I’m lost, I feel stretched out past my limits.
Death weighs heavy on my brain.
My soul is beyond repair.
MY mind has begun to fade.
I can no longer differentiate
night and day, it’s all thrown away into a blur, A hazy abyss.
I’ve crucified myself.
My Hands are shaking.
My soul is breaking.
My Face goes numb.
Everything...
#mirror
#FeelingLost
#acceptance
#emptiness
#choices
37 reads
1 Comment
Human4685
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2022 4:04pm
23rd Jan 2022 4:04pm
Nicotine Drenched
I feel it in my bones.
I hear it in my voice.
I see it in my face.
I taste it in my mouth.
“Do I make it a simple ending or do I remain?”
I’m gone, I feel wrecked.
I’m lost, I feel stretched out past my limits.
Death weighs heavy on my brain.
My soul is beyond repair.
MY mind has begun to fade.
I can no longer differentiate
night and day, it’s all thrown away into a blur, A hazy abyss.
I’ve crucified myself.
My Hands are shaking.
My soul is breaking.
My Face goes numb.
Everything...
I hear it in my voice.
I see it in my face.
I taste it in my mouth.
“Do I make it a simple ending or do I remain?”
I’m gone, I feel wrecked.
I’m lost, I feel stretched out past my limits.
Death weighs heavy on my brain.
My soul is beyond repair.
MY mind has begun to fade.
I can no longer differentiate
night and day, it’s all thrown away into a blur, A hazy abyss.
I’ve crucified myself.
My Hands are shaking.
My soul is breaking.
My Face goes numb.
Everything...
#mirror
#FeelingLost
#acceptance
#emptiness
#choices
37 reads
1 Comment
Human4685
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2022 4:04pm
23rd Jan 2022 4:04pm
Nicotine Drenched
I feel it in my bones.
I hear it in my voice.
I see it in my face.
I taste it in my mouth.
“Do I make it a simple ending or do I remain?”
I’m gone, I feel wrecked.
I’m lost, I feel stretched out past my limits.
Death weighs heavy on my brain.
My soul is beyond repair.
MY mind has begun to fade.
I can no longer differentiate
night and day, it’s all thrown away into a blur, A hazy abyss.
I’ve crucified myself.
My Hands are shaking.
My soul is breaking.
My Face goes numb.
Everything...
I hear it in my voice.
I see it in my face.
I taste it in my mouth.
“Do I make it a simple ending or do I remain?”
I’m gone, I feel wrecked.
I’m lost, I feel stretched out past my limits.
Death weighs heavy on my brain.
My soul is beyond repair.
MY mind has begun to fade.
I can no longer differentiate
night and day, it’s all thrown away into a blur, A hazy abyss.
I’ve crucified myself.
My Hands are shaking.
My soul is breaking.
My Face goes numb.
Everything...
#mirror
#FeelingLost
#acceptance
#emptiness
#choices
37 reads
1 Comment
Human4685
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2022 4:04pm
23rd Jan 2022 4:04pm
Nicotine Drenched
I feel it in my bones.
I hear it in my voice.
I see it in my face.
I taste it in my mouth.
“Do I make it a simple ending or do I remain?”
I’m gone, I feel wrecked.
I’m lost, I feel stretched out past my limits.
Death weighs heavy on my brain.
My soul is beyond repair.
MY mind has begun to fade.
I can no longer differentiate
night and day, it’s all thrown away into a blur, A hazy abyss.
I’ve crucified myself.
My Hands are shaking.
My soul is breaking.
My Face goes numb.
Everything...
I hear it in my voice.
I see it in my face.
I taste it in my mouth.
“Do I make it a simple ending or do I remain?”
I’m gone, I feel wrecked.
I’m lost, I feel stretched out past my limits.
Death weighs heavy on my brain.
My soul is beyond repair.
MY mind has begun to fade.
I can no longer differentiate
night and day, it’s all thrown away into a blur, A hazy abyss.
I’ve crucified myself.
My Hands are shaking.
My soul is breaking.
My Face goes numb.
Everything...
#mirror
#FeelingLost
#acceptance
#emptiness
#choices
37 reads
1 Comment
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2022 6:23am
23rd Jan 2022 6:23am
Celtic Dawn
Celtic Dawn was the CD I played
when I was new to Arizona
when I moved into a sports-themed bedroom
in a weird guy's house
and took down the golf and football pictures
replacing them with pretty things
i spilled geranium nail polish
on the newly white tiled bathroom floor
perhaps on purpose
i played the comforting, foreign songs
like a soundtrack to a forgotten lifetime
when my small room became my cave
when fragrant lemons warmed by the sun
dropped lazily from the trees
near the pool
with a rusted ladder at the...
when I was new to Arizona
when I moved into a sports-themed bedroom
in a weird guy's house
and took down the golf and football pictures
replacing them with pretty things
i spilled geranium nail polish
on the newly white tiled bathroom floor
perhaps on purpose
i played the comforting, foreign songs
like a soundtrack to a forgotten lifetime
when my small room became my cave
when fragrant lemons warmed by the sun
dropped lazily from the trees
near the pool
with a rusted ladder at the...
#loneliness
#music
#emptiness #apathy
#emptiness #apathy
49 reads
4 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2022 6:23am
23rd Jan 2022 6:23am
Celtic Dawn
Celtic Dawn was the CD I played
when I was new to Arizona
when I moved into a sports-themed bedroom
in a weird guy's house
and took down the golf and football pictures
replacing them with pretty things
i spilled geranium nail polish
on the newly white tiled bathroom floor
perhaps on purpose
i played the comforting, foreign songs
like a soundtrack to a forgotten lifetime
when my small room became my cave
when fragrant lemons warmed by the sun
dropped lazily from the trees
near the pool
with a rusted ladder at the...
when I was new to Arizona
when I moved into a sports-themed bedroom
in a weird guy's house
and took down the golf and football pictures
replacing them with pretty things
i spilled geranium nail polish
on the newly white tiled bathroom floor
perhaps on purpose
i played the comforting, foreign songs
like a soundtrack to a forgotten lifetime
when my small room became my cave
when fragrant lemons warmed by the sun
dropped lazily from the trees
near the pool
with a rusted ladder at the...
#loneliness
#music
#emptiness #apathy
#emptiness #apathy
49 reads
4 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2022 6:23am
23rd Jan 2022 6:23am
Celtic Dawn
Celtic Dawn was the CD I played
when I was new to Arizona
when I moved into a sports-themed bedroom
in a weird guy's house
and took down the golf and football pictures
replacing them with pretty things
i spilled geranium nail polish
on the newly white tiled bathroom floor
perhaps on purpose
i played the comforting, foreign songs
like a soundtrack to a forgotten lifetime
when my small room became my cave
when fragrant lemons warmed by the sun
dropped lazily from the trees
near the pool
with a rusted ladder at the...
when I was new to Arizona
when I moved into a sports-themed bedroom
in a weird guy's house
and took down the golf and football pictures
replacing them with pretty things
i spilled geranium nail polish
on the newly white tiled bathroom floor
perhaps on purpose
i played the comforting, foreign songs
like a soundtrack to a forgotten lifetime
when my small room became my cave
when fragrant lemons warmed by the sun
dropped lazily from the trees
near the pool
with a rusted ladder at the...
#loneliness
#music
#emptiness #apathy
#emptiness #apathy
49 reads
4 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2022 6:23am
23rd Jan 2022 6:23am
Celtic Dawn
Celtic Dawn was the CD I played
when I was new to Arizona
when I moved into a sports-themed bedroom
in a weird guy's house
and took down the golf and football pictures
replacing them with pretty things
i spilled geranium nail polish
on the newly white tiled bathroom floor
perhaps on purpose
i played the comforting, foreign songs
like a soundtrack to a forgotten lifetime
when my small room became my cave
when fragrant lemons warmed by the sun
dropped lazily from the trees
near the pool
with a rusted ladder at the...
when I was new to Arizona
when I moved into a sports-themed bedroom
in a weird guy's house
and took down the golf and football pictures
replacing them with pretty things
i spilled geranium nail polish
on the newly white tiled bathroom floor
perhaps on purpose
i played the comforting, foreign songs
like a soundtrack to a forgotten lifetime
when my small room became my cave
when fragrant lemons warmed by the sun
dropped lazily from the trees
near the pool
with a rusted ladder at the...
#loneliness
#music
#emptiness #apathy
#emptiness #apathy
49 reads
4 Comments
setmeaflame
Poem Published
27th Jan 2022 6:02am
27th Jan 2022 6:02am
naught thought
Do not pretend as if you have lived in flesh like mine,
or claim you have spent your nights with my heinous mind.
You know nothing of the velocity of my own thoughts.
You know what you know - and it is nothing of me.
or claim you have spent your nights with my heinous mind.
You know nothing of the velocity of my own thoughts.
You know what you know - and it is nothing of me.
#confusion
#despair
#emptiness #boredom
#emptiness #boredom
30 reads
1 Comment
setmeaflame
Poem Published
27th Jan 2022 6:02am
27th Jan 2022 6:02am
naught thought
Do not pretend as if you have lived in flesh like mine,
or claim you have spent your nights with my heinous mind.
You know nothing of the velocity of my own thoughts.
You know what you know - and it is nothing of me.
or claim you have spent your nights with my heinous mind.
You know nothing of the velocity of my own thoughts.
You know what you know - and it is nothing of me.
#confusion
#despair
#emptiness #boredom
#emptiness #boredom
30 reads
1 Comment
setmeaflame
Poem Published
27th Jan 2022 6:02am
27th Jan 2022 6:02am
naught thought
Do not pretend as if you have lived in flesh like mine,
or claim you have spent your nights with my heinous mind.
You know nothing of the velocity of my own thoughts.
You know what you know - and it is nothing of me.
or claim you have spent your nights with my heinous mind.
You know nothing of the velocity of my own thoughts.
You know what you know - and it is nothing of me.
#confusion
#despair
#emptiness #boredom
#emptiness #boredom
30 reads
1 Comment
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