Tag: sad

hollow, pt. 2

carl's original drawing of a broken heart shaped balloon that is shaped like a person pencil drawing for poem

I.
heaving
heavy shoulders
with a sigh,
a longing pause

II.
taking
a moment of silence
to recreate
a bit of
broken soundness

III.
yet, again,
positioned
deep within
the heart,
a hollowed peace
and quiet


https://www.instagram.com/p/B2f3ogugEL2/?igshid=m4vppzd5wyx6

hollow


I.
I’m giving you my heart
so you can run away
with it and all my joy
and all my pain . . .

II.
my love was lost so long ago
that heart won’t help
these eyes to see
what can’t be felt . . .

III.
I am no longer warm
and that’s the way it has to be
my love is dead, my love is gone,
and now the cold is after me . . .


https://www.instagram.com/p/B2QV9c1AEW5/?igshid=2oi370w1lerc

JESTERS


tried to take a step outside the cave
and everyone saw,
and everyone laughed.
and everyone yelled.
but, none understood.

tried to leave it all,
and to leave for good,
and it wasn’t allowed . . .

promised no looking,
they promised no laughing,
they promised no yelling . . .
they promised understanding . . .

fools . . .

all just fooled . . . all just fools . . .