Emptiness Poetry Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Not searching for anything specific, just observing, like exploring a cave you’ve never been in. No expectations about what you’ll find, just curiosity.” “I’m reaching.” “What do you see?” “Darkness, emptiness. The same thing I always see.” “Don’t judge it or label it bad or wrong. Just observe it. What does the darkness feel like?” “It feels cold and vast. Like standing at the edge of something enormous I can’t see.” “Good. Stay with that feeling. Don’t try to fill or fix the emptiness, just be present with it. Let it exist without fighting.” We sat in silence. The sun finished setting, and the moon began to rise. Pale light filtered through the trees, illuminating the clearing.

A voice whispered softly, too softly into his ears and although he didn't hear anything, he could make out what it was: WHEN THE FIRMAMENT BECOMES FILTHY WITH BARBARIC BATS, AND THE GROUND BEGINS TO REVOLT BY SPUTTERING OUT APPETIZING RED LIQUIDS AND ENTICINGLY GALLING SKELETONS, SCAMPER OFF TO YOUR SECURE NESTS, DEAR HUMANS, AND INHALE EVERY FEELING OF PROTECTION. FOR WITHIN THE SPACE OF TWO HEARTBEATS, THE "SANCTUARY" FEELING WILL BE LOST

after everything I went through, still just insults I did my study on those creatures for years, and I can still remember some of my favourite poetry and poems I read as a kid A Last Word by Ernest Dowson Let us go hence: the night is now at hand; The day is overworn, the birds all flown; And we have reaped the crops the gods have sown; Despair and death; deep darkness o'er the land, Broods like an owl; we cannot understand Laughter or tears, for we have only known Surpassing vanity: vain things alone Have driven our perverse and aimless band. Let us go hence, somewhither strange and cold, To Hollow Lands where just men and unjust Find end of labour, where's rest for the old, Freedom to all

Chaos that wandered in the great emptiness, Darkness that followed his every step, Always ever present, Nobody knew how long it did last, Their great scurry across emptiness. Over the great emptiness, And under the great emptiness It leads. The great emptiness, Started to change, Things started to change. Things started to change for better, Chaos stopped, He stood still, Darkness had no other choice but to retreat, Chaos stood alone in the middle of things, That slowly started to take their places,

I closed my eyes, wiping the memory from my mind. All the love and hatred had vanished without a trace, carried away by the wind. And now, it was time for me to bravely embrace my new life.

Night breathed in without hurry. Back then, this garden held nothing but silence and sadness. Each time I moved along the dirt trails, strength slipped further, gone like breath in cold air. Nobody saw how thin I got, how slow my feet dragged. While petals opened wide and bright, my body curled inward, shrinking. Waves crashed without pause as my pulse stuttered beneath skin. Death came not with thunder, just a steady drain - cup after cup, her voice soft, calling me sweet names while pouring poison into porcelain.

It tasted of endings long finished—of ash without fire, of rain after extinction, of the quiet that follows when no one is left to mourn. Around her stretched an immense hollow that refused every simple definition. It was not sky, but it arched infinitely above her. Not a cavern, yet depth pressed in from all sides. There was light, but no source—only a diffuse glow that softened edges and erased distance, making near and far feel like the same mistake. Shapes drifted at impossible reaches: fractured landscapes rotating slowly, broken suns dimmed to embers, echoes of valleys that still remembered wolves running through them even though no wolves remained. Threads of light floated through the

The pressure it carried weakened. The cold thinned. The emptiness cracked. It stepped forward again— And collapsed. Not violently. Not explosively. It simply… fell apart. Like a shadow losing its source of light. The others followed. One by one. Breaking. Dissolving. Fading into nothing. Silence fell over the Hollow. Real silence this time. No pressure. No presence. No watching. Gone. --- No one moved. No one spoke. Because we all felt it. Not relief.

"From now on, anyone and anything that makes you uncomfortable will disappear from your sight. I mean what I say." I stared at him, stunned.

"What if I’m empty inside when I remove everyone else?" "Impossible," he answered immediately, with scientific conviction. "The fact that you’re bothered already proves you want something. Comfortable emptiness doesn’t generate restlessness. Only living emptiness—emptiness that is looking for fulfillment." He kissed my temple gently. "It might hurt a little to dig until you find it. But I bet on you. I always have."