emptYness

Empty words fill
Empty page
Empty colors
Empty rage,
Empty tears from
Empty eyes
Empty head forms
Empty lies,
Empty meanings
Empty woe
Empty come and
Empty go,
Empty bets, an
Empty sin
Empty money from an
Empty win,
Empty arms clutch
Empty soul
Empty heartache
Empty role,
Empty terror
Empty day
Empty night darkens
Empty way,
Empty feelings
Empty curse
Empty dreams wrote this
Empty verse.



I read a poem named "EMPTY" On some blog and thought of comment and this shit came :|

Welcome to An Empty World

empty words and empty notes
empty song brings empty hurt
and empty friends bring empty hope
welcome to an empty world

we tell each other that were friends
the stab each other in the back
the empty knife in empty hands
empty bones sound empty cracks
an empty slit to an empty throat
cause frozen hearts to beat
but beat for what?
for him or her?
an empty death awaits

empty words and empty notes
empty song brings empty hurt
and empty friends bring empty hope
welcome to an empty world


empty core , empty pain
bullet to ab empty brain
an empty gun makes empty deaths
empty lungs, the very last breath
deadened hearts, accursed lives
broken necks, blinded eyes
welcome to an empty world

Daymares.

Daymares come to me
In the convoluted light
of the day
They creep deliciously over my body
Like a black satin sheet
So smooth
So soft
So sensuous
And yet…
so dangerous
so threatening
so destructive
Daymares twist the sheet
Around me
Twining, twining
Hurting my tender flesh
I cry out
in fear
and pain
already feeling the sense of loss
that is yet to come t
Daymares come to me
Eyes open wide
and stare at the nothingness
that lies before me
My mind
Confused, frightened, almost destroyed
by all the images
The daymarish pictures
That are now slowly dissipating
Into nothingness
The nothingness of the convoluted light.


PS : Daymare is a word,right ??

The Watershed*

“We are too young,” some of us tell ourselves.
Too young to face these decisions.
Others are far too mature to have graced these halls.
We have nothing in common,
And yet everything.
Like water, we spread out, but are connected as one.
One piece.
One reflection of youth.

The love we have won and lost,
The passion and pain,
The inspiration and tears,
The bridges we have built and burned,
A testament to belief in ourselves.

With knowledge and experience in our wake,
The decisions we have made and the trials we have overcome dictate who we will be tomorrow.
The next parents, the next teachers…
The next generation of people that matter.
We will leave our own mark,
From these headwaters we will flow with the watershed
To merge with the ocean at the estuary of our choosing.
From this reservoir we will be known.
We will be quoted and admired.
We have decided who we want to be.
We want to be remembered,
We want to be who our children will remember.




* I hope this poem would not be a lyrics of any song from album watershed by opeth (releasing on 3rd june)