Hollow

[frontpagenews]

The ceiling fan spins fast above my head
I lie on my bed staring at the broken white ceiling tiles
the fan swirls the musty air into my nostrils
this place is empty, dead like everything else

the floor, the furniture, the walls
they're all just fabrications, all disposable
easily replaced, for they hold no meaning
nothing in this place has substance

my arms fold around my eyes
shielding them from this life
i long to be back in a time that mattered
a time when everything had a reason

the warm grass beneath us, the perfect blue shy above
our fingers intertwined as a rose runnin round a briar
the cloud became our canvas, finding in them pictures
our hearts beating, our lungs breathing as one

a car alarm sounds, realities alarm clock
waking me from this past reality
all that's left are memories
I am hollow, and so is the world

[Sparks]

I like it. The only thing I'd do is fix up the ...ahh what do you call it...um, not presentation, but that's part of it...
You know, how it looks? As in, grammar and spelling and... man not knowing this word is killing me
I guess the content is pretty good.
It's pretty bitter, but we can all relate...
Sorry if that made absolutely no sense...
o_-

[frontpagenews]

Thanks, I think Ill update it soon.

[Queen of Rain]

this was a cool poem with an attractive very slow rhythm that fits so well into the poem.