Breaker
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
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
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- EOU
- Some stories are fabricated, some stories are imaginative, some stories are not your own, and some are factual, but all are stories that is an individuals and he must share so that he feels the world part of him, not just him part of the world
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.
ReplyDeleteNot sure when I wrote it, but I was impressed with myself when I saw it(the way it was written).
EOU
One of your best, too bad it's so sad. Unfortunatly also so true
ReplyDeleteI 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 ???