Long Emptiness Poems
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Who can bear
such a loneliness
of fake clown,
laughing hard even
the direst frown?
It's desperate
search for that
sweet one, but
luck's a fleeting ghost,
and I'm on the run.
Oh, I damn myself
for believing this lie,
I should have seen
the truth with my foolish eye;
that close friend of my silliness:
a champion without a crown.
I can't hold up
the cup of triumph high
to a happy crowd
cheering as I cry,
my spotlight's stolen
bf that guy named Dion
is all smiles and laughter
while my pride is withdrawn.
Ol, I damn myself
for believing this lie,
I should have seen
the truth with my foolish eye;
that close friend of my silliness,
a champion with no crown,
just emptiness.
Where's my adorable queen
dressed in red
with lips that smell like roses
instead?
Not long ago, I was that stud
in the game,
but now I'm chilling
in the shadows
of shame.
Please give me back
my throne, don't wait;
my ego
is bruised
and it's feeling great,
I struggle to earn it
feeling so low:
his victory didn't
blow me away
you know.
Oh, I damn myself
for believing this lie,
I should have seen
the truth with my foolish eye;
that close friend of my silliness:
a champion with no crown,
just emptiness.
Where's my adorable queen,
with that sexy glow?
Is she kissing his cold lips
down low?
Staring in his untrue eyes,
no spark;
this lonely clown's left
wandering in the dark.
I'll pay my rage out,
sing my respect;
this restless spirit
yearns for what's correct,
a rhythm to chase,
a swing to feel.
Gotta find that queen,
make the wound heal;.
ah, this lonely clown
ain't done yet;
I'll laugh again: on my heart
you can bet.
Who Is Knocking At My Door
Who is knocking at my door?
It is 4:00 am when sounds come harsh
Imagination wonders on the soulless bog
No one for miles can hear the tapping noises
My covers can't protect me in the solitude
Isolated land, dark emptiness and mysteries
The marsh has secrets too deep to bury
The cold outside creeps in through window cracks
Floor boards and shingles ache
The shack trembles with wind and rain attacks
Clearly someone wants inside
Some enigma beckons with repetitive cadence poundings
Through a peep hole in my door I see it standing
Alien red eyes glowing by its outer worldly craft
A giant metallic beast entreats me to let it in
To borrow a cup of sugar is surely not the plan
It landed here for much more than that
I yelled in dire fear
Who is knocking at my door?
Fragile old wood was not the only barrier
I think it speaks another language
It appears to be not from here
*Authors note: I missed the deadline for this contest. I hope you enjoy it anyway.
Created on 12/28/15 for - Tammy Reams - 'Who is Knocking at my Door' Poetry Contest
thesis: strength endures voids and emptiness.
strength constructs no homes (antithesis:
if your house leaks then on swollen days
in sullen seasons there is no home for you)
there is endless repetitious strength
enduring endlessly there is this paradox:
strength is the void endured and consequently
synthesis: enter everybody’s anti-hero cross-eyed,
sees crossed eyes cross-eyed but looking in his eyes
sees straight, sees sick, sees something monstrous
something insect, sees this philosophic frippery:
that is sees man
endures in his mirror that is self-doubt,
his left arm being his right arm
his left eye sees his right eye
and no eye sees his nose right.
synthesis: enter naked the hero’s fists blazing
won’t put up with that mirror is laughing
smashing his left hand smashing his right hand
breaks his wrath in half–
enter the dumb smile of blissful blindness or
dumb sadness belting down a drink
enter an angel’s colorful rags and bells
enter a man in colorful sights and smells
enter blonde beauty dragging a bulging jock.
there is the entrance where they enter through
the black hole with crescent thin edges
the animal den the fish smell the ocean motion
there is women’s strength endures the stretch
forty-eight hours of warm pain
two hours of sharp pain around midnight
last sight the tippy-toppy veins of its head
bled and blood and body and push push Push–
and the tide goes out,
enter sleep.
I see emptiness where there should be a soul
A man unscrupulous in ways most foul
I see a rat
A wild cat
Cornered at which he only sees one solution
He cares not for any peaceful conclusion
What has he got to lose, he’s lost his mind
Not one person on this planet could ever find
Within him a molecule of humanity
Only cruel revengeful insanity
A man who lives in a bubble, isolating his country
Tearing down civilization, bluntly
Stop him and stop him now
It does not matter how
Extinction of our planet is at stake
Really, a leader, no a monster, a mistake, a robotic fake
Seek him out
Leave him alone and without.
People live in fear
Dreading what is come
Holding on to the good
Before the evil dawn
I have nothing more now to fear
I have lived with fear
For the longest time
I feared THE time
When it would all end
When heartache my heart would rend
Happiness would turn to pretense
And love would be....
without recompense
I lived in fear so long, so long
But THAT time has come and gone
I have no fear
For the worst HAS come and gone
It came and left me undone, U n D o N E
There are many things that I feel
But none of them is fear, NOT fear
For what I feared did come to pass
Love was not meant to last, ALAS
I have no fear
I’m now at peace…
Serene, I am…Serene I remain
For in the heart unexpectant
There is not a trace fear
Only….emptiness instead of happiness
What of fear?
Fear dares not come near....
For I have nothing more to fear.
Eileen Manassian
When it’s time for them to go…although we’d love for them to stay
We try to show we’re happy…when good friends move away.
We remember the first time we said hello…and our body lets out a sigh.
There’s still so much we want to do…we’re not ready to say goodbye
For we know what made this friendship special…and makes us want to cry
is everything that came between our first hello and this goodbye
We’ve shared so many happy memories…which is why we’re unprepared
to deal with the emptiness…of the memories unshared.
How do we express to someone…the endless reasons why
we will begin to miss them…the moment we say goodbye.
How do we tell them how lucky we are that in our life they came…
and how our family portraits…will never be the same…
Then we remember the Cree Indians…and we’re happy thinking why
in their entire language…they have no word to say goodbye.
They prefer to end with hope…no goodbye…no farewell…no amen…
Instead, when someone leaves their community they say…until we meet again.
Perhaps they know the secret…embodied by the turtledove…
that you can never say goodbye…to someone you’ve grown to love.
And with this thought in mind…we hold our head up high…
we blink away our tears…but we do not say goodbye…
We look our good friend in the eye…we give them a hug…and then…
we say Hello…getting a head start…for when we meet again…
HELP
The CAPTCHA took me by surprise tonight
Letters became ghouls in my mind’s eye
I listed them—
Noted them; words...begging, crying out for me
STAY
CAPTCHA was merely mocked
By millions of viewers on keyboards
I imagined all—
Tears began to fall
LOST
How may I help you, CAPTCHA?
Are you merely what they say?
Is there more—
Tell me, I pray
AAND
You bewilder my senses with your emptiness
The computer became my way to you
But all I could do—
Was imitate
CRYY
I began to imagine someone stuck in CAPTCHA
A place where they harbored the weak
They took what they pleased—
Allowed them to speak
NNOW
Today it was happening and evermore
There was a reason I came to know
And now—
I want to know more
FOLL
I swallowed air and typed in the words
Feeling worthless and absurd
I began to believe—
There was more to this irrational dream
XOW3
The screen went black and then I was sure
I couldn’t doubt it anymore
The CAPTCHA wanted me—
The letters suddenly blurred and unseen
CAPTCHA
CAPTCHA
Let them go
CAPTCHA
CAPTCHA
Full of woe
CAPTCHA
CAPTCHA
Take me now
CAPTCHA
CAPTCHA
Tell me how to
CAPTCHA
CAPTCHA
Set them free
CAPTCHA
CAPTCHA
Knowing is free
Knowing is free
MMEE
For years I have copied your codes
Knowing you are there
Me—it’s me
Crying in the dark pit of despair
AAND
Though empty your words are to me
They are all I hear
All I fear—
In four letters on this electric trap
XXBX
What am I to do?
To follow would weary my soul
To save—
Would take its toll
FREE
What is this foreign word my dear?
Oh, how can you cut and paste it in my mind so clear?
Free—and then?
Close your eyes and count to ten
The victims of the CAPTCHA remain a mystery to us all
Yet still we stare at the codes and merely imitate them
We are zombies staring our lives away
Trapped in CAPTCHA’s claws
Sad, deprived. . .
CAPTURED
I speak your language to stop this cruelty:
THEE 2TRUE TH78 IS9X BEF4 HOUR VERY EYES
Though we choose not to see
We choose not to fight
We choose only to IMITATE
We merely copy and paste
CRYY
CRYY
CRYY
GOOD
BAYE
BAYE
BAYE
I not here to condemn the world but it be saved
Tho I walk the shadows of life its darkness
Appear not unto me for I am
Constant struggle the path lead not destruction
But obstacles of mysteries unknown
Who I am is strong and will minded
Setting feat's only imaginable
But conquering all wars for I am
I am of pain, it's misery of desire
Emptiness I am not without but I feel
Who I am is of much more power than I
Do I stand not that I am let to stand
My souls dying thirst for life I breathe
Only that I believe I carry my next air
It's who I am, a fighter of my own domain
A life I see which takes many years
Not just to be but it eats at your inside
The people, the problem, the solution
Who I am, what life has made
But who I am, what I have made
Happiness, you are an endless pursuit
Everyone wants and likes you full
Exactly no one where you are
Your "cost" even no one knows
Abounding penny and richness
Signature brands of clothing
Dazzling priced jewels and gems
High technological tools and gadgets
Are they the ones that gives true happiness?
Each persons struggles to work
Competition a cyclic phenomena
Continuum courses to improve
All these, an avoidance of being poor
At the end, attaining all these..
Permit me to ask you..
Are they also the ones that gives happiness?
Maybe it does gives happiness
But how long?
How genuine?
Reality speaking, some have these
But they are not really happy
Some feels the lost and emptiness
Above all, some feels longingness
Happiness is frantically been within reach
It has always been within reach
Found basically in your ownself and others
Ponder and tell, if do you believe so?
By:
olive_eloi
11:39am
02/06/2014
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It's not the same
and never will be again...
those days when love was new
that I never thought would end,
my head in the clouds
Springtime was no longer a season,
but a warm feeling inside
regardless of the time of year
I never thought would end
till winter came
While I travel my thoughts do as well,
back to that time when nothing
else mattered and every happiness
that I thought would never end
engulfed me in bliss
And as I stare at the night sky
hoping for anything, a word, a smile
all I find is darkness staring back
reminding me that this emptiness I now feel
will never end...
God I miss her