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Without

Niser 11

How can nothingness fill you up so much,
if it is nothing  then you should feel nothing.
Yet some how I feel it,
it is a constant pain through out my body
a constant dull hollowness that is with me even in my happy times.
An overwhelming sense of solitude.
I haven’t asked for a lot I certainty don’t except it
yet I wait
hopefully
only to see the same door closed right before my eyes
again
I’m not good enough
not worthy enough
… not enough

too much
why keep trying it only adds more nothing to my already aching emptiness…
Just to be held,
is that a lot to want,
gently hold my face . . .to be looked in the eyes.
To bring that special smile to someone’s face that only a lover can bring.
To be the most important person to just one other person.

Not a lot.

But it is just over there  . .I can see it . I just can’t get a grip on it.
It’s never for me
It is for so many others
I tell my self it will come. I’m I lying to even myself.
What do I lack.

I wasn’t even there you know
my body,
maybe even my mind
but my soul . .no not my soul.
Not that you missed it. . . they never have
…what scares me is they never will
sometimes, very rare but it has been none to happen . .
just a glimpse has made its way through, I wonder if the difference has even
been noticed by you or him.
I shift my eyes so you can’t see me . . .did you see . . .did you look . .
.did it scare you
it scares me
such confusion lies within in me
to long for something with everything in you
but to be so scared of it actually coming to be
some where
I have to believe he is somewhere
he who can take away my fear
he who’s eyes will tell me what my heart needs to feel
I’ll never hurt you
I’ll never leave you
always stay faithful
please . . .strike me before you lay with another
for a my flesh will heal
I know my soul would not
security
content ness . . .
to lay in your arms and feel love, and to feel safe
to feel beautiful in your eyes
to feel.

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Hollow

By Raven

It is a Hollow I cannot fill,

I pine for it,

But I do not belong, anywhere.

I watch groups of friends interact,

Smile, laugh, kiss, dance,

It hurts so badly as I realise want to be a part of it so much,

I want to laugh without a care in the world,

I want to have days where we get together and just talk about the things we love.

I want days where we just mess about and do nothing,

I want to be able to give and receive hugs and kisses,

I want to be capable of love, of trust,

But I understand that, it is not to be.

I am always looking in from outside,

Standing on the edge smiling pathetically to myself,

Living vicariously through those that I watch,

Spending evenings imagining myself as a part of those groups,

Tears coursing down my cheeks as I smile dreaming of the things I can never have,

Taking a sadistic pleasure in gathering as many memories of those forbidden pleasures,

Of comfort, of happiness and love,

I cannot stop watching for fear of drowning in the depression of a realisation where I truly understand that I am denied the very things I spend my days viewing.

Alone I stand outside that dirty window peering in.

Even if I could gather up the courage to knock on the glass and ask to be let in, I would fall short.

Because in my world, although there is a window, there is certainly not….

A door.

 

House on the Hill and The Hollow Tree

HOUSE ON THE HILL

The house on the hill sits all alone,
no one lives there,
that house is crumbling in plain sight,
but no one seems to care,
once that house was strong,
but facing the worlds endless ware,
turned out to be more than that lone house could bare,
that house crashed to the ground with a silent sound for not a soul was there to hear, his cries of pain were not heard, nor were his cries of fear .

THE HOLLOW TREE

A hollow tree stands weeping alone,
blossoming of this tree has long since ceased,
this tree weeps in silent longing to be released,
people pass it by watching but not caring as it slowly withers and dies,
but then one night in a silent fight with a wind that did not care,
this lonesome tree lost its fight,
and was crashed to the ground with a silent sound from a wind.

-JJ

Exile

With our hearts wrapped in Saran-
Are we here to hear hollow words
or sincere verbs taking flight to fan the silence?
damn the silence!
as it smothers the violence of a ghost locked and chained
in solitude engaged in caged enraged soliloquy
the words reaching out like desperate hands
gnarled and grasping for even the lightest featherlike touch
well deep within digital prisons
snarling and gasping across chasms from our telephones
too afraid of voices making us three dimensional
intentional connection scares us crawling back into the void
avoidance fits us so well
well worn torn and wholly alone
©M E M/ 2001/ Space Faktory Musick/
 Random Axe of Blindness/QueerNotions/
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Ache

So this is loneliness
a hollow echo
in rooms where
soul was once present

It was a death of sorts
an ache in the loins to be sure
but underneath that
an ache for companionship to terrible to talk about