Mariana

Mariana

A Poem by Hollow Man

I see no reason to be, since I will always be,

Something, nothing, to someone and no one…

 

I am deep as the Mariana Trench. Drowning

In neuro-oceans. Burning, melting, molten

And iron cast. Bionic. Alive as ash glaring

At the past, shallow enough to choke

On sun forsaken rain, oil-slicked and sick

As waxed over candle wick and jarred beets

With Ball rusted tops on shelves built on dust.

 

Breath wears thin as a waning moon tied to

A rooftop garden with glass ceilings, watered as

Ophelia’s concealed cadence. Doesn’t feel a thing,

Not even a dying stars last whisper, a simple request

     

                               For nothing.

© 2010 Hollow Man


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Liz
You are a true poet. This is amazingly profound and your metaphors are creative.
Beautifully written.

Posted 14 Years Ago


Forgive the pun - this is deep.

Posted 14 Years Ago


"I am deep as the Mariana Trench. Drowning
In neuro-oceans."

Excellent line! Good Stuff!


Posted 14 Years Ago


Fantastic reality, asking questions of self, about self.

'Burning, melting, molten ~ And iron cast. Bionic. Alive as ash glaring ~ At the past, shallow enough to choke ~ On sun forsaken rain, oil-slicked and sick ~ As waxed over candle wick and jarred beets ~ With Ball rusted tops on shelves built on dust.' Those words run the gauntlet of thought incredible.

Nothing is for nothing .. otherwise it doesn't exist?

Posted 14 Years Ago


this one inks id beautifully~ exploration through multilayers utilizing extraordinary literary composition that switches the mind into a depper reflective pool~

Posted 14 Years Ago


This is so beautiful!
Consciousness devoured, all and nothing, everything here!
Absolutely beautiful!
xx

Posted 14 Years Ago


Excellent!
"Ophelia’s concealed cadence. Doesn’t feel a thing,
Not even a dying stars last whisper, a simple request"
Perfect!

Posted 14 Years Ago


I like your humility and depth of flare going hither and yon and nowhere. Cool read on a chilling Saturday and noday. You're a trip boscoe.

Posted 14 Years Ago


Neruo-oceans
I love it
Super badass work
Even the way it's written and how it reads kind of in a staccato way
Even the the layout is dope
All around great piece, I'm a big fan

Posted 14 Years Ago


WOW really good word usage, strong and forceful
sure not for nothing

Posted 14 Years Ago



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Hollow Man
Hollow Man

Stafford, VA



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I was born an old soul. Such is life. I live in a wasteland town in Northern Virginia. Poetry is solace. I run an online literary journal titled Toska with my best friend, which is now accepting submi.. more..

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