in my mind

A character in this reality, each of us is a character in each episode. Everyone else is watching in another reality. Who is to say what is known? What if all that is known is just perceived? Everything we know is almost everything that we have been told. If our ancestors figured their own truths, why are we not looking for our own?

-in my mind

Tuesday, March 2, 2010


Tormentor of love
Drainer of hearts
Bringer of sorrow
Maker of stress
He is hollow inside
He has no feel
Though his body is warm
His heart is cold

He sees no goodness
The man so wicked
You can tear his skin
And rip his chest
On the left breast
Lies an empty nest


  1. Sometimes we wonder how the people we love or care most about could hurt us. We in our hurt stage, see them as worst being. This is what the poem depicts. I looked at myself through their eyes and see Hollow.

    Not sure when I wrote it, but I was impressed with myself when I saw it(the way it was written).

  2. One of your best, too bad it's so sad. Unfortunatly also so true
    I experienced a broken heart before and at the moment that
    is exactly how I felt about the guy who did this to me. I wondered
    if he had a heart at all or was he just cearleasly playing me ???


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