Dark lonely emptiness, a hollow throne I keep,
Where songs of lust lie faded, cold, and gone.
Shallow songs of happiness no longer reach so deep,
Yet still my thoughts surrender to one steady, hopeful song.
Emptiness what emptiness? These doubts are thin and wrong.
Why fear this quiet room with partner gone?
What need have I for borrowed joy to help me carry on?
The happiness of self is where my roots belong.
Am I not full of songs enough to fill my mind?
Am I not steady now, alone yet feeling whole?
Alone is not the loneliness that tries to twist the soul.
Sweet happiness this empty house is gentle, calm, and kind.
The darkness lifts: its shadows fade away,
And in the quiet light, I choose my day.
Its dark, the woods
Jacob sits beside the campfire thinking of all his miseries. A rainbow of thoughts of which one draws attention. "Why". The cackling of fire can still be heard. The thought taunts him.
A brief moment of silence, the cackling fades, no howls, no moon, emptyness. He has let it go, the thoughts. At that moment Jacob stops caring, His selfishness dead.
Renesmee..the fire reflects off her perfect face , as radiant as the sun. Her cheeks rosier than the reddest of the roses she outruns them all human or not.
Her heartbeats echo my name calling me closer. The future flashes in front of me. The glimpses i can't wait to see. Imprinting...this is what it is
It feels something like never before.. Knowing the world isnt about him, the story isnt about him. Jacob is not Jacob anymore, not just the creature of night,he is the author.
Mark Toney
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 2
15 th June
empty a full space
of reallity and absence
unresolved problems...
In a
white sheet
a delusion
of words,
In a White bed
Just one
body in
flames
trembles
ardently...
In a
white life,
fear and
the tragedy of
a life not
lived ...!
the void in the middle
and within the empty immensity,
fullest of voidness is ...
He listens to fountains of desiccated tears in the desert of his mind
Tastes echoes of vacant sounds from the soul of dissonant void
Disintegrated unison reaches out to his blind visons' flashing blisters
He smells feelings of decay pumping in heart failure’s congestion
The hallowed devil dances in Valhalla and consecrates cacophony
Until the clock strikes midnight in the no man’s land of no return
Blinded by detection deafened in awareness he retreats into his shell
Returns to the safety of shibboleth’s indecisive loneliness
With what remains of distant passion he gathers cinder’s fragments
Strikes a match from heaven and listens to the wood worms crackling
The ‘bonne’ fire raises his spirits in a fluent synthesis of emulated immolation
Finally he throws caution to the flames and feels the heat again
02nd June 2019
Unfamiliar grounds scare my emotions,
Hand which holds me safe no longer exist,
Each glance behind reveal vacant spaces
where are you Mom?
The emptiness I feel around me is vast,
Familiar warmth no longer extents to wipe tears,
Very routine footsteps never walks alongside,
Where are you Mom?
Bond that linked was brutally cutoff,
Before I learned to sense essence of life,
The very dept jolt me to be bold for age,
Where are you Mom?
Each gray hair reminds me of time left,
Pangs of pain quiver me out of my gloom,
Arouse to stand up straight to face time,
Where are you Mom?
The very Mom within me shudder,
With the same pain I once poured,
Into thy very bosom with vengeance,
Where are you Mom?
Are you never going to hold me close?
Why heartless to watch the river of tears?
Mind skilled to paint a shadow of you,
Where are you Mom?
I do not know what has
come over me.
The passion I had,
the emotions are gone.
My heart has become
dormant once again.
My once lively flame
has become snuffed out.
I do not know why this
has happened.
At this junction in my life,
at this opportune moment.
The one who loved me,
as I am now.
And I feel nothing
in return.
It is unfair,
unbalanced, and tragic.
I never thought this could
happen to me.
Every emotion and thought I had
is now gone.
I am completely empty
which leaves me a complete mess.
Why are we so empty in our minds and are full of joy in our hearts.
What do we do when we wish for so much in life and we never get there?
Where have we gone wrong and what have we lost to be so lonely,
I have lost everything, except the memories that hold me down.
I have nothing, but myself to see in the mirror every day I get up.
Life is just another dream, which I wish was never true.
It pains to feel so alone and empty from inside.
Night By Night
Day by Day
My mine swirling in continous confusion
Searching for a soulful melody
That would feel that empty position
A staircase that takes me to a place of no where
A door that is open
Though it does not promise a place of growth, comfort, and acceptance
Rather a place that is indescribable
No one person can describe its power
A place of silence
A noticable place of tranquility
But by creating its tranquility
The tranquility is disrupted
A place that controdicts itself
A place we all find ourself lurking upon
A road that we are forced to travel
Yet a choice that we make
A choice that will possibly lead us to self incrimination
A door, a room, a space that we are left to design
To alter, to perfect, to make a haven, a paradise
But by creating this paradise, we may be forced
To fail, to die, to burn
And learn from previous mistakes
An oppurtunity to transform your world from
Inconsistancies and disappoints
To a world of
Fortune and ultimate fame
Or easily vice versa
A key is offered unexpectedly
Into this full but empty apartment
Of love
I wake up in the middle of the night
screaming,,
sweaty palms
wanting
..wanting you
i can still smell you on my pillow
,,upon my lips
..your everywhere
in my music
in my dreams
i want you
i need you
i want to feel your rough fingers run through my curly black hair
i need you to be there to wrap your arms around me
when i wake uhp in the middle of the night :
screaming
wanting
crying
..dying
A place still lies
Lonely and untouched
Every night it cries
Seeking for its walls to be patched
A place still lies
But dead in its self
With broken memories
And an empty shelf
I struggle to find myself
In the midst of all the strife
But above me a cloud of darkness
So thick, full of sadness
The place will still lie
But not utter a cry
It shall continue to die
Because no one asked why
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