Hemos actualizado nuestras Pautas de Contenido.
Consulta las pautas más recientes para seguir compartiendo historias de forma segura.
Art Of Hollow

Art Of Hollow

  • WpView
    LECTURAS 115
  • WpVote
    Votos 0
  • WpPart
    Partes 2
WpMetadataReadContinúa<5 mins
WpMetadataNoticeÚltima publicación mar, ago 11, 2026
WpInfo
Poesía
A collection of poems about grief, exhaustion, and what remains when we are emptied out by the world. These pages carry the weight of both personal and collective pain, from a tired soul seeking rest, to the quiet scars of war, loss, and injustice. It is an honest look at sadness, longing, and the strength it takes to keep existing when you have nothing left to give.
Todos los derechos reservados
#1
injustice
WpChevronRight
Únete a la comunidad narrativa más grandeObtén recomendaciones personalizadas de historias, guarda tus favoritas en tu biblioteca, y comenta y vota para hacer crecer tu comunidad.
Illustration

Quizás también te guste

  • Words Unspoken
  • Deadly Rhymes and Laughing Times VOL I
  • Earth Poetry
  • Soliloquy - Poems on Life, Love & Longing (Wattpad Exclusive)
  • ||Will-O'-The-Wisp || 💫#FreeMentalIllness ||Wattys 2020||
  • Journey to the Depth of my Soul ✓
  • An Alchemy of Words
  • Poems to Leave Streaks of Ink
  • Sad Poems, Quotes, and Songs
  • Body {Prose Vol. 1}✔

There is a community of the spirit. Join it, and feel the delight of walking in the noisy street, and being the noise. Drink all your passion, and be a disgrace. Close both eyes to see with the other eye. Open your hands, if you want to be held. Sit down in this circle. Quit acting like a wolf, and feel the shepherd's love filling you. At night, your beloved wanders. Don't accept consolations. Close your mouth against food. Taste the food. You moan, "She left me." "He left me." Twenty more will come. Be empty of worrying. Think of who created thought! Why do you stay in prison when the door is so wide open? Move outside the tangle of fear-thinking. Live in silence. Flow down and down in always widening rings of being. There's a strange frenzy in my head, of birds, flying, each particle circulating on its own. Is the one I love everywhere? Drunks fear the police, but the police are drunk too. People in this town love them both like different chess pieces. ----------------------------------- All things that we hide in our hearts eat us alive. This book is - full of emotions, love, care and agitation. Well, you need to read this to know what's in. Moreover, It consists of quotes, snippets, poems, bits of advice...Ummm simply deep and random stuff. Go Ahead! HIGHEST rank #1 in poetry as of 19.02.2018 ----------------------------------- 4/10/17 --- 19/04/18

Más detalles
WpActionLinkPautas de Contenido