Your Empty Words

Will I ever feel

this emotional current

of love without deterrent

without blocks and without fear

Because I'm nearing a rising cadence

of impudent impatience

angry and bitter

and tired and worn

staring at my withering

heart that is torn

between dreams

and frustration

and creative elation

shared but never understood

by those that can't know

"You'll find love,

your heart is strong

it comes in time,"

are words from a song

full of lies

I have heard too many times

played endlessly on a radio

hosted by those

who entertain my disdain

with hope

that is revoked by any real look

at the world that is here.

So talk about it

tell me it will happen

tell me to keep writing

and that someone will hear

because after years

and years

of bleeding out ink

you would think that someone

                                       somewhere

whether far or near

would grab my words

and hold them here...

by the heart.

Tell me your empty

violet words that are simply

limping by in my mind

crippled by the times

I have been broken and hurt.

I don't want those words

I want the real thing

tell me you love me

sing me something lovely,

or leave me to whisper...

whisper my own hushed prayer

that you're really out there

the one this is for;

               and that I'm not alone anymore...

Author's Note

I wrote this poem while recording, so it is not my best. But maybe that makes it more honest? I don't know. I finally got the video up with the poem. I may repost it, since many who looked didn't get to see this video.

Reviews

[Faceless Poet]

As empty as my heart is,
I stare and read with much care,
For you to know, you are not alone.

The power of words, immortalize
And travel for a wide range
In this known universe of data’s – the internet.

I am chained with my own isolation
I fear my own frustration
More often it eats us in darkness
So I maintained what’s enough
Learn to see the balance
Of what’s to be and must be…

Like they say:
“everything will come to pass” &
“everything has/have its own reasons”

So I wait even through to the last second
With enough hope I will survive
We will survive, for I am not alone
Perhaps no one was ever one
There will always be someone out there
More often we don’t see it
Or too blind to care for it…

A response to an very nice piece, save for its worth.

- Faceless being.

[MachinaWriter]

Or to jaded and misunderstanding
to trust and care
because how can you see
if love is really there
if your vision is tinted
with blood-tinted glasses.

Because as time amasses
so does tragedy
but maybe, just maybe
hope comes with it.

I often spin between
majesty and travesty
an ocean of tragedy
marking me for who I am;
lost, yet seeking
dreaming and believing
dying and living
as I'm giving myself away
Because hope can never end
as long as we have another day...

Thank you for your response, man. I really appreciate it.

[Faceless Poet]

"lost, yet seeking
dreaming and believing
dying and living
as I'm giving myself away
Because hope can never end
as long as we have another day..."

"its amazing how our heart seeks with great hope despite the heavy burden. I truly understand"

you are more than welcome, as faceless as I am, it is great to see how hearts connects with experiences and emotions in the world of literature. a pleasure, always :)

[MachinaWriter]

I agree, wholeheartedly. And the pleasure was all mine. I enjoyed your review and I'll be sure to read more of your poetry in the future.