Screaming into the void to drown out The voices my past
Screaming into the void to scare away the shadows that are cast
Screaming into the void to drive away
The pain
Screaming into the void but the demons
Still remain.
Screaming into the void out loud and in
My head
Screaming into the void just to stop me from feeling like im dead
Screaming into the void just to make me
Feel alive
By Screaming into the void I know that It
Will help me to survive
I feel like I'm drowning in the stormy sea,
Tiamat help me write on the Void, please ,
My mind empty ;coming up with thoughts I freeze,
I feel I am drowing;what is the key ?
I drank some Jameson whisky to lube my brain ,
Today I feel like an empty beer barrel,
The words I need I find hard to channel,
It did not help the existential pain.
Tiamat said Listen and stop ing,
If my agents got thru you know what to do?
"I am All ,hear my tales ,see my image ".
Remembered the tales flesh is awakening,
Void is potential and naught at once too,
It is in your bones so make the linkage.
Form
From
Formless
Lets
Formless
For
Form
Before the void happened to me,
you happened, or more precisely your voice
came across oceans
—Fate was feeling kind that day, I imagine,
with your voice she weaved
a lifeline, pulled me back
across black water—
You happened, and the void,
while still there, doesn’t pull anymore.
The murk can no longer devour
when you are twilight, a
soft-lit haven against nihility.
In the lone, moonless night, a polaris—
I reach out with both arms
and no passage plan
—You’d take my hands, wouldn’t you?
Before the void took mine,
I found you.
when fire strips the field
ashes cool on barren lands—
the weeds arrive first
ruthless, quick to seize the space
filling voids with tangled thorns
when goodness is lost
a vacuum fills the heart—
empty hands delayed
cannot fill the space with grace
so cruelty takes its place
the fall of empires
begins with regime collapse
leaving empty void—
tardy freedoms swept away
replaced by quick iron fist
societies fray
when the shared values decay—
trust becomes brittle
complacency cracks resolve
doctrines fail on melting ice
beware silent void
for it demands to be filled—
if no light returns
the shadows gather swiftly
and darkness becomes the law
Tingly skies full of surprise oh how I love when with surmise,
the little rascal aims his dart as if it were, poetic art !
Unpredictable seas with droplets that spray oh how the sharp rocks being where they lay,
Affects how sea nymphs stalk and capture their prey as if it were, a play !
Restless winds pervade the air oh how the clouds suggest a dare,
Looking like sheep jumping over fences oh how it stirs the sky and senses !
Crackling fire illuminating the shadows of the night oh how with mysteries of the light,
Animals will watch the humans make camp as if each camper is, a scamp !
Powerful gaze holding years of hope oh how with vulnerability and the will to cope,
Looks knowingly into the void as if it were, a mental sanctuary to be employed !
Unstoppable magnetism attracts us to one oh how unexpected, powerful and fun,
When cupid’s arrow aims for you, there isn’t much that you can do !
lost to my sight
In a world of noise, we move
In endless plains, shadows lie
Footfall echoes n dies
Sounds travel past my night
A void endless inside
Walking trail of broken stars
Cast in darkness deep n beyond
Beautiful n terrifying
A walking void of oblivion’s
Objects defining all as it was
The light cascades, heavenly charade
A void of sight, entering endless days
Thoughts, so lost, cast away
My dire soul, a void, a vacant empire
Walking the path cryptic
Into warm summer rains
Lingers a ghost of myself
Refrain…
A walking void, between
Beyond n bound to nowhere
Nothing clear, a void vivid
Lingers my endless days.
I hate this void within
this gaping hole
that screams of silence
thumping echoes in my brain
endlessly night and day
Images i can't decipher
hover of the edge of darkness
tinkering their bits of bitterness
a black hole in motion
without rhyme or reason
AP: 2nd place 2025
Stars watch me in my sleep
Sleep in the endless deep
Deep dark swallows my soul
Soul beaten in the dark so full
Full of nothing, just a simple void
Void wins, my light destroyed
Destroyed light but not my wisdom
Wisdom gives greater clarity than any other system
System gone, but not my understanding
Understanding now, void has no standing
Standing with no body, lack of power
Power is mine at the most important hour
Hour past, now the stars are gone
Gone no longer the day has been drawn
Drawn to obscure the night that still remains
Remains but only the body that a spirit feigns
Feigns life and power that never existed
Existed only the watching stars that, for me, assisted
Love is like a void until it will accept you it's gonna deprived every qualities of your, but the best part of these voids is that one day it's gonna accept you or leave you and then you will get your qualities again but you will see it with her eyes. Because that's what made you choose between your qualities and love and, you chose love and that was your biggest sin.
SLOW MURMUR
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
there’s a kind of
s a d n e s s
that seeps into your skin;
it lets you breathe
and smile even,
but when shadows hang
heavy at night
let yourself
d i s s o l v e
into the slow murmur
of the
v o i d
I'm between the devil and the deep sea.
From the grabs of stress, I wish to be free.
Flaws, like storms, uproot me from existence.
Moments move like streams with no resistance.
With sloth and pride, my specks of soul are foiled.
I wash my linens. They seem to get soiled.
I thirst for care, concern, and compassion.
Why do jars of hemlock provoke passion?
I cry like a child that's dropped in a pit.
My life has been like garbs that are ill-knit.
Alone I sail on deep seas in cracked boats.
My mind, like an ant on a dried leaf, floats.
Without my pen, the pain becomes my voice.
The cruelty of others, the hardness of their hearts,
Linger in this place of cult,
Where public shaming is currency.
I scream for help, face to face,
Yet they cast me deeper into despair.
Tears bleed red, patience drains,
My heart trembles, a silent echo in the vast universe.
My eyes never dry, my body weakens,
Heart torn apart, full of anguish,
Yet no one feels the depth within;
They mistrust the plea for help.
This is my story, my life—
Manipulated by whispers,
By cults hiding in plain sight.
Insecurity among them breeds cruelty.
They lurk at corners, ready to strike.
I called for help. He laughed: "You're funny."
How can real danger ever sound like a joke?
This is the world's cruel reality:
Where chasing money and shifting blame
Leave no space for help.
And still—I believe, somewhere, somehow,
kindness awaits—
like a single candle glimmering
in the heart of the void.
when light fractures into noise…
I embrace the outburst
with emptiness chewing up my nerves.
The void softens the impact—
can’t break what never arrived.
You have begun staring emptier than me,
the spiritual distortion leaves me speechless.
Of all the parts you could've picked,
You chose the mole right above my upper lip.
As if you have the power to remove
birth marks with an empathetic laser surgery...
And sometimes the gaze flutters down and up,
instantly to my eyes when the realisation hits,
and the void loses its ingenuity to greed.
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