Best Emptier Poems

Just say no to sunshine
Trying to penetrate your dark doom
Wrap your black cloud around its fire 
Smoother it in your tears, in your grief
In your past trauma
Feel it struggle in your stranglehold
Feel its energy released, drained,
Spent in your grasp
As happiness gasps dying
Drooping, whithering away
Should it...

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Gray is gray

Cold is cold

The beginning of winter

The winters hold....

Empty branches

Emptier hands

Living but dying

Without any plans

Breathing; beating....

Seeing

The best that you can?!

Seeing 

Being

This barren land....

Gray is gray

Cold is cold

The midst of winter

Your growing old

Drying rivers....

Drier eyes

Another day closer

To the end, of your time!?

Time

Closer....

To the cold, inside

The...

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This piece is dedicated with love to J.E. Gauthier, Jr. Active addict and father. 
Only by the grace of God may he be saved from the error of his ways.

 For years a dark man walked through a seemingly revolving door
 Steadily leaving his wife...

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I
At this stage
My retirement age
I speak with JWs
Jehovah's Witnesses
I shut my door
quickly before
Now, I'm emptier - stronger -
I converse with JWs longer

II
Fine people, careful about blood
Who avoid transfusions, "blood" food -
For JWs, smoking is wrong
Alcohol - choice -  may tag along ...
No hell, rapture,...

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The falling leaves danced
With the randomness of time
And flow of restless souls,
Moving on. Passing-by.
Grayer shades clothed
The dying accent of the setting sun
And in an hour,
You will be gone.

Those sobbing rehearsals
With the rain,
Are but futile train
Of affirmations spoken
Behind the mirror.
I stammered, as the words
Tried to come...

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Every morning is the same,
Standing staring at my frame,
Looks no different from last night,
Flab is still winning the fight,

Scales hate me, sure they lie,
I only ate a small stir-fry,
Willpower waning every day,
Diet falls into disarray,

The healthier I make my meals,
The emptier my tummy feels,
Salad and...

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The warriors sword is sealed as the weeping souls who were taken by his blade echo out across time
and the walk of the warrior is filled with empty strides a quicken pace places distance between his heart and his mind 

as each ambition is fulfilled...

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"Te recuerdo como eras en el ultimo otono..."
 (I remember how you were in the last autumn.) 
---- Pablo Neruda

Dawn seems much later --
the nights much longer
than they used to be...
I am achier, and morning light 
comes tardy. Our cats and I
are in the house...

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1am: The clock strikes like bolts of lightning as my brain rapidly

fires neurons creating a torturous play field in my tired mind.

Pangs of loneliness hit me like a full speed train.

My bed feels emptier than the Sahara, colder than Antarctica.

Sleep evades me at this hour.

...

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Why
Did I
Get sucked in
Like a big fish 
And play with the clowns
There went my rent money
I'm a laughing stock at cards
My life's a big circus as is 
The only poker I know is fun
My
Oh my
See my face
After that loss
I'm at loss for words
My insides are...

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A thousand pictures adorn the walls
In a house where the memories remain
If I could make those picture come alive
We would dance and dance again.

Laughter stains the dim lit walls
Music still rings in the air
Quieter now, the feeling still stays
Of the days when there wasn’t a...

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If someone asked me, “A penny for your thought”
I’ll tell him, “Sorry! It can’t be bought”
The thought process runs like a train
Fed by emotions and nurtured by the brain

Said Swami Vivekananda, “Thoughts have made us what we are”
“Words are secondary, thoughts live and travel far”
Friedrich...

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I have a secret, the changing of time
Affects me sublime, and opens me to
The changing of blue to this lovely sign
Of which I divine, the moon shines all through

The fog entered into, each step I’m blind
I reach every kind, the walkway is straight
With fall leaves...

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Kiss me until the stitches on my heart dissolve, 
and I forget what it feels like to breathe without lungs.
Touch my skin until your fingertips warm my muscles,
and help my blood run smoothly
Your apartment is cold, but your eyes are colder;
emptier too.
Your hands held nothing...

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Dawn again in this gaol
The jailbirds are imprecisely numbering
One hundred and sixty million
Or more of my countrymen.

The jailors are three hundred and sixty humpty down
And 109 dumpty members up.
You will never see vessels that 
Could be emptier.
Empty headed riggers; we never elected

The two other estates...

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