Our Demons
We all have our demons
that drag us down into an abyss
from time to time.
An abyss where it seems
there is no way out.
Its dark corridors
close in on us
trying to smother us
with nothingness.
It excludes all glimmers
of hope in our lives
as it drags us down
deeper into its blackness
leaving us just an empty shell
with no vacant thoughts.
Just a suffocating emptiness
in which to dwell.
poem by David Harris
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The Abyss of Shame
Into the dark abyss
of emptiness I go
Falling deeper inside myself ~
the greatest shame I know.
Hopelessness engulfs me
in ways I cannot express
Say goodbye to joy and laughter
and hello to emptiness.
Shame has joined me in despair
reminds me 'who's to blame'?
Me, for letting it happen to me
or him for all this pain.
I can't bear the painful thoughts
his touch, his breath, his kiss
With no one to hear my cries for help
I slip into my abyss.
It's there I can escape from him
and the memories that remain
Of the touch, the look, the feel of him
and his gift to me of shame.
But though I run, I cannot hide
the pain is everywhere
I just want to forget all I feel
and sink deeper into despair.
Oh please I beg, make me forget
the memories and the pain
The betrayal of trust and loss of me
into the abyss of shame.
poem by Hannah Randle
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Void
I closed the doors to the Seasons
Leaving time void of any change
Leaving the Earth in solid limbo
Putting tomorrow out of range
Bringing a silent closing-if you will
A stillness to a barren view
I closed the door to all Seasons
Leaving nothing old-nothing new
Just an empty cavern-like abyss
A swirling of nothingness remains
Blank views are my past and present visions
Nothing will ever be the same!
poem by Theodora Onken
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A Black Hole of Dark Empty Nothingness
My world is a black hole of dark empty nothingness,
It rains blood all of the time,
I can't see most of the time,
I don't even know why I'm alive,
I should have died,
So, I cried.
The sun never shines,
It's dark all of the time,
I lay in my dark empty bed,
Staring at the nothingness,
I live in a world of darkness and despair,
My world is a black hole of dark empty nothingness.
I try to escape my fate,
But, I can't; for I am tied to my bed,
With the lies that lay in my head,
I scream but, there is no one that hears me,
Everyone fears me,
My world is a black hole of dark empty nothingness and that's all it is.
poem by Kayse Oberley
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The Abyss
To test the 'Stare into the Abyss' bit,
Toroweap Point is a perfect place-
Hang your legs over a volcanic 3,000-foot drop,
And stare anywhere you like.
If you are firm in your commitments,
The Abyss will free you;
If you have low imagination,
The Abyss will drive you away;
If you are a great philosopher, poet, scientist, or musician,
The Abyss will nestle in your heart;
If you have drunk far too much wine,
You will become one with the Abyss.
poem by Stan Petrovich
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Breakdown
In the coypus wake of darkness
demons from our dark side
invade our dreams portals
in hope to gain our soul.
Deeper into the darkness
they hide themselves in light
invading where they can
to permutated our being.
Our muddled thoughts confuse reality
as we tumble into the chasm
near the borders of madness
where our are demons are calling.
Abysses open at each step
hoping to have us tumble
into the platitudes of madness
to where our demons dwell.
3 April 2012
poem by David Harris
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A Philosophical Note On Life After Death
Death’s is a plunge into oblivion self
As an extinction of being.
It annihilates sensations and our becoming
To replace them with death's existence,
Life-a non existent death
And death-a non existent life.
As Epicurus said 'When I am, death is not,
And when death is, I am not, '
We can decline the religious afterlife,
As Gonzalez-Cruzzi did,
But we will never be able to understand
Our born life.
We can deny the visions of crossing over into the light,
When we need to believe
In darkness, silence and engulfing emptiness,
Always understanding that the nothingness needs rectifying.
Because we can fall into nothingness, to remain there eternally.
Coming into life can be a re-awakening of self
The real death is “eternal night”, as Swinburne defined it.
Nothingness can be anything positively existent,
But blackness and emptiness
Are black holes swallowing up the victims of death.
Thinking of Edwards' celebrities,
We may imagine a universe devoid of souls, spirits and mental essences,
A universe having an essential core identity
And divisible selves,
Anticipating the nothingness.
'When I die I won't go to heaven or hell
, there will just be nothingness', Isaac Asimov said once.
'That stuff which does not exist”, he wrote.
I don't know if there exists something that doesn't exist, but
All I know is that the nothingness exists because we are existent
In after death to define it as being existent.
''This life is the only existence there is; afterward there is nothing.”
Robert Nozick also wrote.
Yes, maybe 'nothing” may be a state into which we go, never to return
Or may not be, as Paul Edwards said.
Remember that Anthony Burgess wrote that if there is only darkness after death,
Then that darkness is the ultimate reality
And that love of life is no preparation for it,
Light -keeping the life
Darkness-keeping the death.
This rage against the dying of the light is very human,
Light never dies
It may be reborn from darkness
And vice versus.
But this rage may sound like madness.
And Burgess was raging more than ever
Against the imminent arrival of nothingness,
The eternal experience of no experience, in which
We witness our own extinction,
Or we become pseudo-selves.
Try to imagine the fear in front of that black abyss
And that your death is not the end of a divisible self experience,
But it’s like unconscious periods- pauses between periods of
Different consciousness,
Death-defying connections between consciousnesses
Self becoming impotent in its confrontation with blackness,
An abyss from which we manage to escape.
The 'nothingness' of unconsciousness may be a permanent death,
Which cannot be experienced.
Try to project yourself into the future,
Entering the blackness or emptiness of your non-experience.
The permanent death is coincident with the end of the entire universe
God is alone between two Bing Bang periods
We are aspired- in composing and recomposing
All the boring eons that passes without someone's existence
Would be irrelevant for the person who comes into being,
Even all the conscious entities of the same period ceased to exist.
But, usually, when someone dies people around continue to exist.
Death and birth are 'functionally equivalent' to transformation.
The Christian view of life after death has justice
Being meted out to sinners
And the righteous receiving the reward that they deserve.
My question is,
Who can live an authentic life without knowing the meaning of the life?
poem by Marieta Maglas
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My Dark Dreams
I'm in the dark
And I'm lost
In my mind, screaming
Through the empty
Space, filled with no light
All I hear is my echo
I listen and hear the echo
Of silent breaking through the dark
Nothingness that consumes any light
That I don't see, in this lost
Place of empty
Dreaming, in which I scream
Soon as it stops, the screaming
High painful cry, and the echo
Fades, leaving me again in the empty
Hallow thoughts of my dark
Sleep, and wander through my mind lost
Of what I had, it was my light
What I had was like a warm light
That held me from the bitter screaming
Of the cold, it found me when I was lost
It covered me like a blanket, and echoed
Through my soul, with it I was never in the dark
And never left empty
Now, in my sleep, I am empty
The warm blanket of hte light
No longer holds me, but exposes me to the dark
And painful piercing screams
Of my own voice echoing
In my nightmares of what I've lost
I am lost
In the emptiness
Of my own pain, that echoes
Through me, and all I want again is the light
For it I scream
In my dreams, but all I get in the dark
I dream of the dark and I'm lost
My screaming is only heard by the empty
Space in my mind, where light shined, but there is only echo.
poem by Nicole Hiebing
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A Conversation
the meeting of words
familiarity winding through each letter
at first
everyday makes the conversation
lovelier
each syllable plunging
deeper
into the abyss of our souls
and then we
lightness and darkness
meet halfway
in the corridors of our silence
missing the meaning
of each origin
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Abyss, notwithstanding
.
The deep abyss that divides us
Couldn’t block us.
We could still cast our glances,
Smell each other’s presence,
Listen to silent message,
Feel our aura, taste the image,
Each musing on the other in visualization
As if we were not on the opposite cliffs.
Which of our five senses
Can the abyss put seal to?
The abyss is welcome
In that we are beyond suspicion.
3.4.99, Pkd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Excitement
To live your life in monotonous ways
turns you into an empty shell.
You must encounter excitement
or you create a living hell.
The emptiness can take right over
and change who you are,
an individual that's vacant inside
that will never reach for a star.
And the reaching is the important thing
for it keeps you glowing.
Others will see it in your eyes.
and soon you will be growing
into another version of yourself,
not that empty shell.
Become excited with the act of living
and uncreate that living hell.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Time Drags
There are times when
time likes to drag on by
and other times
when it speed by without notice.
Time often drags
near the weekends
and then at the weekends
they are gone before you know it.
The only logical explanation
is simple indeed.
It drags in anticipation
as we look forward to a little time off.
As soon as we relax
and begin to enjoy ourselves
then time decides to race along
so we have to go back to work again.
23 May 2008
poem by David Harris
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Falling in the black
Dark engulfing me
seems their is no way to be free
I'm falling in the back abyss
my demons are dragging me down
they are pulling me away
i only hear whispers in the dark
this nightmare has begun
and there's no way for me to
be found
someone help me
someone make it end
everything feels so cold
these whispers in the dark
are they in my head
will this ever end
I've fallen in the black
now i'm crawling in the dark
searching for the light
in this blacken place
poem by Edder Ramirez
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In Here
in here we come
without promises
of stars
we are free to go
leaving is not difficult
it is all in our minds
this dizziness about
our existence as poets
the last bulwark of
erotic thoughts
this is the place of
certain confidences
we write what we think
not what we are
we empathize we get into
the shoes of another we weep
as though we do not own any
tear we keep the silence sometimes
as though we own space
we move as though we are
the river we fall as though
we are the rain
this is this place
welcome back to this world
of words
bring in the emptiness
think that soon you shall be full
and then empty yourself again
feel the essences
of all these nothingness
i have come with empty hands
and i shall leave
without my face.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Stuck In Limbo
Me and all my naive thoughts, sometimes I wish they would just all shut up.
It's not like that could ever happen I keep telling myself.
Trying to stay a realist even as I aspire to reach a higher calling.
And thoughts linger of time spent upon these dreams.
Hoping they are not a waste in the melting pot.
I sorry sir, It's not editable.
That I wouldn't even wouldn't even feed to my dog.
Boy, thanks for all the encouragement mr. realist.
Maybe I should rip up a idea not yet even put upon the paper and jump off a bridge in to water fridgid cold.
If I was to continue in such self pity I would drown.
Instead I move on, knowing not the road in which I follow.
But still I walk down it.
I'm not ashamed because I still don't even know who I am.
Yes a man but of what kind.
Am I of the good as I try to be?
Hard working, but of the work is it time wasted.
How many times can you look in to a black abyss and come out the same.
Damaged and no way out.
With every negative thought rings upon more and more doubt.
If I can't believe in myself how can I ever truly trust.
Come on now pull it together and just be tough.
Even in times so grim, at least I'm alive and kicking.
A fish still flopping upon the water.
But the splashes are no where big enough.
Not even a ripple will reach most.
I am but a mere empty shell?
The soul has long left this body.
Leaving everything just so cold.
My hands become the ice.
And anything I touch becomes just as frozen.
Stuck in a constant limbo.
It is as inanimate object.
It will never move on it own.
A life to always be lived alone.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Silence
Immersed
In the mist of unknowing;
An unknowing of that which I know;
Empty of all thought,
I am aware of the all of nothingness.
The abyss of my being fills with
Sacred Silence.
Enveloped in the darkness of light;
Reposing in its marvel,
I Am.
poem by Lynn W. Petty
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Who Believes?
I believed in the eyes that devolved,
Watching still the scenes of nature;
I gathered myself to be thrown
Into the abyss of my design,
I see wounds on my body due to this abyss,
Eating away at my soul.
I am convinced, I am beautiful in thoughts
That conquer the wide expanse.
My sight is permitted to grow,
As the journey resulted in sport.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Tribal Rites (The Nighshade of Hues)
The nightshades of hue
Blacken the empty abyss
As the moon hangs low
With an eerie neon glow
A shadow moves across the
Barren land as the stars
Glisten in the dark
Thunder claps its roar energy
As the dark clouds creep across the moon
A lone owl hoots its eerie song
As it watches' the moon play hide and seek
With natures dark clouds of doom
The night is dark as the mist
Swirls around the abyss
That gapes at the edge of the cliff
The crackle of thunder crash's
Across the land booming from
One end of the abyss to other
And standing atop a hill
That views over the abyss
A lone figure stands
The wind whips at his clothing
Like a torrent of never ending lashings
His long shoulder length ebony hair
Swirling in the wind
He gazes towards the heavens
And sees the stars and moon
Beckoning to him to fly
But this earth bound body
Can only stand in this glories
Raging storm of the night
He sways to the rhythm of nature
As he recalls his brothers of the tribe
Teasing him of what's install for him
To gain his manhood his rights as a man
To live through this dark abyss
That has tested his father and his father before him
And it is now his turn to prove to the tribe he is a man
So as he stands alone
He embraces himself for natures test
The swirling winds and raging storms
A testament to his strength
As the dawn starts to break
He walks back to his tribe
Were he left a few days before
Just a boy now he returns a man
poem by Kaila George
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Man looks in the abyss, there's nothing staring back at him. At that moment, man finds his character. And that is what keeps him out of the abyss.
quote by Hal Holbrook
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Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And when you look into an abyss, the abyss also looks into you.
quote by Friedrich Nietzsche
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Into the Abyss
As I fall into the abyss,
I close my eyes and ask myself, 'Am I gonna die? '
Falling, I am falling
I hear someone calling,
calling my name, but I can't answer
I can't speak
Speechless
'Am I dying? '
I ask myself, where's the voice coming from? Who's there? As if someone cares, no one ever did, they all left me to die....
As I fall into the abyss I wish I did not exist
poem by Suzaku Vaneko
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