if I was going to be destroyed
I would borrow
anywhere in the world
there is something broken
I will take you there
anyone have a candle
I will light it for a laugh
and we can peel each other apart
in the cleansing
like there is still more to say
have your way with me
there is not much left to give
I have watched the tap run dry
lying here on bathroom tile
come clean, tell me
who is the punch line of the universe’s joke
should I return to this ruin
waste my loveless lifeline
teach me how to forget me
repeat what you’ve been looking for
run it through my frozen fingers
until I believe it’s me
Emptiness, a clean start
Space in your head,
If you let life go on
Then there's place for Magic.
Then the world will open itself,
And everything is possible.
—Stalled Train Wanders Off
'Tis a drag—that car
nobody operates it
—moving on waters
Across an empty hall
By jfarrell
My footsteps echo around me,
Ricocheting off the walls
To assault me
Like the voices of the long dead assembled.
The people, memories, who crossed this hall
Long before me;
Leaving fragments of themselves
To dwell here forever.
As the moonlight shafts in through the window,
The dust eddys and grows
To take on the very likenesses
Of those who went before me.
Black and grey shadows beckon and caution me;
I can almost hear them whisper
“This way, come.” “No, that way’s danger.”
Dread hangs in the air, enveloping me.
Startled by a tap-tap-tapping
I see a raven a rap-rap-rapping
In the middle of this empty hall
Dedicated to Lenore.
All this time, I've been told..."Absence makes the Heart grow fonder,"
Only to find out, you're just left dazed and empty inside. You remain
Standing alone, smoldering in ashes, then drowning in a pool of sorrow,
Made from a river of your own tears to extinguish the flame.
Now you're stuck up a creek without a paddle as you plummet
Over the falls into the dark obyss, churned up in endless swells of
Self pity and loneliness. Drenched and half drowned from swallowing
Your pride, you pull yourself up on the rocky shore, pausing for a
Moment to catch a breath and reflect back, realizing, you survived.
Now, the long walk home, weighing your options, sequencing events,
Taking in all that's happened, you are anxious, and anticipate making
better plans... for your next, wild adventure.
I think you're all nuts, all stem from the same tree..
Take a look, they say "The acorn doesn't fall far from the tree."
You all just sit there everyday, dreaming someone wants you...
Waiting to be used, wanting to be picked by someone special,
Not caring who, as long as they can separate you from of your shell.
They'll take what they want, all that's good, then discard the rest.
I look down at you, picked over, crushed, used up...I see
Your shell... fractured, broken, empty... nothing left inside to grow.
I weigh my options and pass you by... "I hear pecans are in!"
Besides....."I think they're all just nuts!"
by Barry Anderson
When your soul begins to shutter
and the tears run down your face,
When your heart takes on a different form
To escape your fall from grace,
The emptiness you feed upon
The hate which makes you thrive,
Seclusion soon will bury you...
and swallow you alive'
Who are you?
what am I?
this is life--
we're passers by.
radiance falls
& fragrance lingers
this subtle numbness
tingles through the tip of my fingers
could love fill the empty room?
this desolate space,
it consumes
the human race,
like a black hole
a vacuum to the light in your soul..
hazey eyes
gloomy skies
sunshine cries--
the funeral's today..
the windows shine
stained glass
colored in disarray
I prayed to God, may you stay..
"Pain don't hurt!"...
"Screams of the walking dead, poisoned by pain killers"