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When The River Was Empty

When The River Was Empty
 
“When there is nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire.”
– “Your Ex-Lover is Dead” by Stars
 
When the river was empty
 
you moved on…
 
I stayed
gaining nothing but age.
 
Tell me the day 
does not equal decades
sifting through silt 
and cigarette butts.

The sand proved too quick 
for you to stand.

Old currents have caught me
and brought me back to our beds
through unteachable trails 
where none is less travelled.
 
your footprints 
still lead me ‘round 
to when the thirst turned 
back upon itself 
creating
a wasting whirlpool 
of what was
to be.
 
Why can’t time just forgive time?  
And move me along instead of drowning 
me in all my wrongs. 
 
Someday the cold cold mountains (as they do)
will melt making many many drops of forgiveness   
forging a small spring anew with life 
reviving a renewed river, 
rushing my ashes
to renewal.

Empty Soul

I was never worth for living on this earth,
I was just a dust particle made to be thrown in the dirt.
I wonder why God would have made such an ugly face and broken Soul,
He must have thought, "Oh, that's the person everyone should ignore".

I genuinely don't know if I'll be alive till I'm 20,
Even if I am   my soul would be already empty.
I Really wish I could die soon,I don't want to be a burden on anyone on this earth.
I never really got anyone who can love me,
It felt like an act everyone had to show me .
I hope i die with my thoughts of being happy for once in my lifetime, hoping they contain his little smile.

I don't want anything, I'm just trying to survive.
I live for the days,hoping I'll see his damn smile.
His voice is no longer in my ears, his face is like fading shadow haunting my memories.
Unfortunately I will forget his soul.
I will go back to my younger self again try to be happy in my empty void hole.

Empty seashore

Empty seashore

The seashore is empty!
In the sea breeze, a vision—
your form!...
a puzzle!... with the pieces of your absence
joined in the refrain of the lapping waves—
pebbles, seaweed, and seashells.

Upon the emerging pebbles,
your light tread!...
An Aphrodite passing by,
steeped in the brine of youth,
leaving behind—in the fading wave—
a note of a wild waltz for this refrain.

Amidst the tangled seaweed,
your embrace!...
tight against the body of beauty,
loosened in the storm of desire,
two rose petals surrendered to the foam,
a note of stolen love—this refrain.

Upon the broken shells,
a shared promise—
the vow of an eternal love,
violated in the shifting sands,
like a shipwreck’s keel snapped in two;
the empty shoreline—a puzzle piece.

Empty Seats

I’m watching the Open,
(To me, such a treat!)
Surprised to see every
Unoccupied seat.

The weather is iffy -
There’s been lots of rain.
Perhaps that is why
Empty seats still remain.

Of course, it’s a work day,
With kids back in school,
And sneaking away
Maybe isn’t so cool.

But I don’t regret
That I’m watching from home,
A comfortable place
To be writing this poem.

It’s nice to see sports
Where the action is made,
Though the travel and cost
Make TV a fair trade.

The empty altar

I built an altar in the hollow of my chest,
And carved your name in bone where beating used to rest.
I light the candles with the fever of my plea,
But you are blind to every flame that burns alive in me.

You drink the water from the well I bled to fill,
And leave me parched and shivering upon a silent hill.
I am a ghost that haunts the edges of your sight,
A moth that turns to ash against your unregarding light.

I stitched my skin into a carpet for your feet,
And count the heavy bruises as a victory, bitter-sweet.
You take the warmth, the breath, the marrow from my spine,
And never once acknowledge that the sacrifice was mine.

So let me rot inside this beautiful decay,
A quiet shadow that you’ll never brush away.
I am the heavy earth you walk upon without a care,
Condemned to love a phantom who was never really there.

The Chair That Wouldn't Stay Empty

An empty chair kept moving closer
each time I moved it somewhere I couldn't see.
I dragged the chair into the corner,
but found it beside me the next morning.

I blamed the wind, the floor, the house,
anything I could blame instead.
Some things follow you without moving;
some things wait without being asked.

One night, I turned the chair around
and found old marks carved into the wood.
I didn't remember putting them there,
but I knew I'd seen them before.

So I carried the chair outside
and set it down where the grass was tall.
For once, it stayed where I left it.
That night… I didn't bring it back.

I thought the chair was following me.
It wasn't. I was the one bringing it with me.

Use Your Loaf

Brewed with similar ingredients
as when baking bread,
a Maßkrug of beer in Germany
is called a 'glass sandwich' instead.
Yet, as half a loaf
is better than none,
if the glass is half full,
and another half empty,
of the two,
which is the optimal one?

When the Toilet Paper Roll Is Almost Empty

My feisty Yorkie, who has a bag of personality, 
Got hold of my last roll of toilet paper. 
Attacking brutally, mauling half the roll.
Paper confetti flew around as it paraded, looking gratified.

When the Toilet Paper Roll is Almost Empty

The roll of paper white now thin,
Grows threadbare, tattered and quite lean,
A silent signal, soft and low,
The final sheets starting to show.

Each tear a whisper, a slight grace,
As emptiness soon fills its place,
No more a buffer, soft and kind,
To replenish one can just find. 

Like paper thinning, life recedes,
Fulfilling all its earthly deeds,
The gentle turning, day by day,
Leads to a quiet, waning ray.

With the bones slim, a fragile shroud,
Above the whispers of the crowd,
Each subtle shift stamps a sign,
Along the path of one`s lifeline

The roll will soon be spent and gone,
Beneath the supple shining sun,
A quiet sigh, a letting go,
As softer currents start to flow.

When the Toilet Paper Roll is Almost Empty

When the toilet paper roll 
is almost empty,
it may cause panic, 
but only temporarily!
You just have to make sure 
a full roll is close by, 
for if not, there may be no one
to hear your anguished cry!

In my parents' house, the extra bumwad
was in a closet, 
but not in the loo;
a circumstance that should have been outlawed,
for what was a child to do 
with the poo
that was still stuck on his smelly backside?
Some ingenuity must be applied!

Well, the toilet paper roll is paper too!
Unroll it, smooth it out. That oughta do!

Almost Empty Hourglass

In the wilderness of life’s changing landscape, 
the pathway across the tortuous topography 
winds through perceived present to formless future,
I traverse following the faint footprints of fate. 

Many surging streams in spate I swim in storm 
with hopes held close to the heart lest they drown.
Chasing the beguiled butterflies in the verdant valley      
the fervent dreams fly through the rainbow arc.
 
As the spent sun sinks in the tinge of twilight, 
from the cryptic crypt of uncertainty I look back, 
see the snapshots of convivial contentment, 
resplendent in the benevolent glow of God’s grace.

With weary steps I now walk the last mile,
perceive the beginning of the journey’s end.
The sands of my penultimate time slide away fast,
I sense the rolling hourglass is almost empty.

whisper

sitting in balcony with the cup 
attached to my lips,
the soft drops falling down to the 
surface from the sky
whisper the most enchanting words 
into my ears,
as if erasing all my sorrows without 
my permission. 
just like she did 
in the most awful times of my life.

When the Toilet Paper Roll Is Almost Empty

Pretty flowers were what we looked for,
had no money for the store.
Bathroom to save the day,
soft white flowers not gray.
Toilet paper roll no more.

When the Toilet Paper Roll Is Almost Empty...

imitate my poor husband— 
just pinch the tube.
knead and press and stretch.
luck yields to demand.
matter offloading.
noisome
opulence 
plenishes in a blink!
quiet panic builds.
rationalize
squares.
this isn't toothpaste.
utilize shallow breaths.

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