• My name is Empty

    The dark room stirs with my heavy breath,
    the air thick with thoughts.
    His kisses tastes like cheap beer and tobacco,
    and yet, I let him in, because I'm empty.

    Here I wake to my new self,
    the girl who holds the hearts of men,
    and enjoys making toys of their hearts.
    But who can blame the girl who is empty?

    At home I write in my book,
    I note my thoughts and my feelings,
    I even note every heart I break,
    and still my book is empty.

    Yet, even an empty girl is a girl,
    and this girl has one desire,
    to feel what was once felt,
    and to believe in love again.

    and so I fill my empty box,
    with empty compliments and stares,
    empty whispers of love,
    for you, my love, emptied it for me.


    My Empty Poem

    I recall you, my love, only in memory,
    but my memory is tainted,
    with the flavor of hate,
    and the smell of jealousy.

    There, your words are empty,
    every touch of our hands, feels empty,
    when you kiss me on the cheeck, empty,
    when I look into your eyes, they are empty.

    I want to write of happiness,
    but the words were all too empty,
    so then I write of my loss,
    and the words begin to flow.

    My color is grey, not blue,
    because blue is full of feelings,
    I am far from blue,
    I am painted grey.

    I want to be blue again,
    so then I will get to feel,
    my red memories tempt me,
    because they know I'm empty.

    I once knew what it felt like,
    but I'm afraid I may be too late,
    I lost the feeling that I could love,
    and I am left, empty.

    The Empty Stage

    The stage desires to be filled.
    When I walk in, I see it bare before me,
    only the ghost light's glow remains,
    a metephor for my heart.

    Once it was filled,
    with people, love, and music.
    It was warmed with,
    lights, passion, and happiness.

    But here it stands,
    stripped of everything
    and bare.

    As I stand before it,
    I am stripped
    and bare.

    The show was beautiful,
    many admired and envied
    our performance, our love
    none could compare.

    Yet, the set is gone,
    the players away,
    and the stage cold,
    with only the glow of a ghost light.

    My Empty Cup

    Here I am again love,
    holding my empty cup.
    You came to fill me up,
    You seemed gentle as a dove.

    I have to admit,
    we have to share blame,
    you didn't protect the flame,
    and I was quick to submit.

    When you filled me,
    it was only artificial,
    hardly beneficial,
    my love, you claimed to be.

    I have learned my lesson,
    its water the heart needs,
    not the alcohol that misleads,
    drunken i had fallen.

    you stained my glass
    with your bitter taste
    though I miss your embrace
    the feeling won't last.

    so leave me empty
    fill another with your lies
    buried behind your eyes,
    I am open to new opportunity.

    You Are Empty

    I pity you, and your empty soul.
    you look at me with empty eyes.
    I know better, so much better.

    It must sad, to be without a heart,
    to never feel love, or hate, or loneliness.
    Are you human, are you alive?

    Speak your empty words
    and she will fall in love.
    Make empty love,
    and you will ruin her.
    Leave her room empty,
    and she will die waiting,
    for you.

    All is well, you sleep sound tonight,
    dreaming your empty dreams.
    Another day gone, an empty day.