Nothing
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Nothing seems to care
Nothing seems to matter
Nothing seems to water his garden
And Nothing looks at you and stares
Nothing says to you:
"Well, aren't you a friendly
Do you remover the first time you saw a plus sized man in a movie?
On TV?
In your local theater show?
What did he look like?
Did he smile?
Did he laugh so full his tummy shook?
Me: "Was it easy?"
Him: "Was what easy?"
Me: "How one day you considered me your everything
and the next day you decided this love was nothing.
That we were nothing. That I was nothing."
I sat here so long
Believing I have to love the broken
So they could live on
For I saw in them (ME)
I gave them what I believe
Is the remedy to our pain
I love so deep & the most wounded
I never know what you are.
Because every time I see you, it hurts a little less.
You are everything and nothing
Everywhere and no where
I never know what you are.
Maybe I’m in denial
I gave you everything,
You gave me nothing!
You took my heart,
You took my mind,
But, you also took
My life!
Before you,
I was empty,
Loneliness, my only friend.
Creation
from a stand point
exclusivity
sought-after man's point
rolled-up
late night jam joint
all into one
to create some sort
of fifth-dimensional meaning
Creation
Let me
Go
to
Nothing
I
Want to
Do
Everything
But it
Is
Too Much
Everything
Nothing
I
Don't
Know
Which
To Choose
There are many things in life that don’t make sense.
Why are we here?
What is our purpose?
How were we created?
I wish I knew.
Everything?Or nothing?
Everything is the way the flower blooms,
and the nothing is the way it shrivels and dies.
My body is no longer tied down to this rugged earth
by limbs too weighed down by darkness.
I'm floating. unfeeling, nothing but air.
The usual chaos has stopped its storm
2016 was the year I learned the definition of an anachronism,
someone who doesn’t mold into their own time period,
as if they’re some alien from another planet,
a time traveler indefinitely stuck in the wrong century.
I wake up
no lights
just warmth
The heat under our cover fills the room
I turn over
no words
just calm
The way you sleep brings sun to my dark
You feel my motion
They call me names
They spit on me
They glare in disgust
They say I am nothing
But aren't I something
I am a surface
That can be spat upon
Something they can see
And choose to hate
I've been left wordless,
As my mind is tangled witth the problem.
The letters float around,
But no words come out.
So my ipod I plug in,
And my heart will live on,
Look to your surroundings.
See the comparisons in store.
Who does the most things?
Who makes more?
Feeling ahead of the race,
Only to walk into a slamming door.
Why bother with the race?
Lucy -
My love, what a rough day I've had
Take me into your arms and hold me tight
Don’t let me go till the morning light
There is the slight moment of regret
where we wish we could take it back
and if even for just a fraction of a second
we may hope it just scares us out of doing it again.
To what do we owe
The pleasure that surrounds us
Every second of our lives
Something we would not give a second thought
Imagination
Without it
We would have nothing
I would have nothing
We were never together and you broke my fucking heart.
Our lips never touched
But I can still feel them hovering near mine.
Our relationship was weird, but nothing we couldn’t handle.
She's got a fat ass and thick thighs
She's not anything,
and she got nothing from her mother
She's never been straight up and down
boys say she's good for her chest
She's not like her sisters
What are these
Words
To someone wiser than
Me?
What are these
Pleas
To someone stronger than
Me?
What are these
Jokes
To someone happier than
Me?
As humans develop coming from a small origin.
I learned that life will be worthless without humor.
Ladies and Gentleman, humor will bring the smell of spring and the scenes of summer to you.
A blanket of time
covers our eyes.
Fire rains down from the sky
and water grows from salt.
We have shifted.
Fallen. Fast and deep into
nothing
save for imaginary realities.
I woke up to an unmade bed, with checkered walls and a velvet rug
In the eye of the ghost with the eagle heart instead.
The rat patrol was on my tail, but I knew what I could do
Now listen to the rats rush in
i know nothing of nothing, save it's not what we claim it to be. by labeling the non-existant, we cancel out it's lack of being. - 04/05/1995 2:00am - kenneth p rougeau jr
Sorrow
It pulses through me
Taking away my life
Taking away my friends
Welcoming my death
Death
I would find release
No more pain
No more hurting
Just nothing
Nothing matters
I will die
those I love will die
All will vanish, sucked up by the wind.
I am in a fugue:
a haze falls over my perception
I am nothing more than a body:
fragile
I’m not from here
I’m not from there
Most won’t begin to understand
Do you even speak English?
There’s no way you know Spanish
I am everything yet nothing.
I wonder about my future.
I hear what haunts me.
I see only what I want to see.
I want more memories than regrets.
I am everything yet nothing.
I have everything.
I own nothing.
In the reality of the world,
this is my only truth,
this is the only thing I know
to be true.
Everything is available to me.
There are no limits.
I'm everything and nothingand yet still something.I'm rude and polite.Mean and nice.Fire and ice.
Nothing is awesome
Wait, let me clarify
Annihilation can blossom
Naught, blank, nix, zero, zip
Nothing can be awesome
As a new perspective starts to flip
Archimedes rejects,
He put a razor inside my lunch pale
Along with heads or tails
I know he's hinting death
As I hide behind my veil
Need a pair of clippers
To cut my cutthroat nails
And I red pair of scissors
You're a whole head above me, you leaned in close,
But I turned away, this is more dangerous than I'd hoped.
We're standing by my car, in the rain.
I'm still not even sure why I drove all this way.
Where were you
You said you'd be here
but yet your absence is pretty fucking clear.
The hole you left in me is not done tearing me apart, I am slowing becoming into what I've feared the most; nothing.
What is it that I am
But a cloth hung up to dry
In the spring breeze
Quickly, hopefully, before it rains.
And when it rains, I am forgotten,
Drenched again from head to toe,
Breathe
Take a second to breathe
A diaper needs changed
Immediately
I'm a father.
You
Intimidated by nature
A pill bends my creator
Finally
I'm relieved of anxiety
Who am I?
This is a simple three word question that can bring a million answers.
I am a statistic. I am a number to keep up a reputation for my school and to be counted as an American citizen.
Nothingness is what fills me on the inside.
Theres no ambitious, drive, or enthusiasm.
My optimism is starting to decompose in the soil that was my dreams; the soil forever waiting for the seed of beginning to be planted.
Yeah I know.
This is supposed to be hard.
This ridiculousness
Has to get me
Thinking I really miss this
thing I felt. She
Ain't gonna be my missis
I'm nothing but a windshield, no one looks at me unless there's something wrong and even then they just wipe me off and keep it moving,
I hope I forget your eyes
And that I couldn't look way.
I hope I forget your smile
Because it makes me wish you'd stay.
I hope I never call you
When its late and I can't sleep.
Devoid of emotion
Devoid of thought
What are we?
Have we ceased to exist?
Have we lost our humanity?
It seems we are nothing
Nothingness so pure, that it seems it has meaning
The Words of a Lonely One
The words you so often hear
"Be strong, be confident"
They don't mean anything to the lonely ones
Still:
He sat.
Blank:
His mind.
Once a mental sanctuary,
now a dull, parched Garden of Eden
Imaginations free-flowing organ plugged
Why do people feel the need
To say they’re sorry for everything?
I’m sorry you’re sad.
I’m sorry you’re happy.
I’m sorry you’re hurt.
I’m sorry you’re sorry.
Sorry has become just a word
Hiding behind a mask is what I do on a daily bases. I act like I am a person who is welling to do what it takes to go far in life and be what I want to be.
Prepare for Nothing.
Prepare for your end.
There is Nothing
Waiting for you.
You think you know Nothing
Because you’ve seen men die?
All you’ve seen is the emptiness they leave behind.
I have no inspiration,
I don't have anything to write about.
Maybe it will come to me as I'm writing.
Maybe it wont.
We give meaning to every word in the english language.
Love is connotated to a cliched valentine's gift,
i have accomplished nothing
everything that i thought
everything that i know
means nothing
because. . .
because i myself
refuse to improve
How I would love to love a scientist
of curious mind and dazzled eyes
which seek understanding of complexities
in order to bask in their impossible beauty
for they understand the statistical significance
I’m not afraid to feel again
To be touched by the fingertips even though I have no idea what they have felt before
Even so I want to feel your heart beat against my hand
I want your voice to cover my anxieties
Events have come and gone.
To change them, changes everything.
Yet the feeling persists.
The feeling of regret.
Of desire to change.
Change history.
Change time.
Nothing sweeter than ice cold water to a parched mouth
The sweet nectar oozes into the throat
i am in titanium cuffs locked by my inner thoughts
im chained to a brick wall with chains crafted by my dark past
i am bundled and gagged with rags weaved from my own fear and doubt
and i have lost control.
The world always adjustsEven when everyday is the exactly same, no two are alikeThere is always something original or a new tale to discussEven routine is incredibly unique
I look out onto the world,A broken, world full of hate,Changing minds and people unsat,
Feelings of imperfection line the path leading to
C
Ch
Cha
Chan
Chang
Change.
With perfection, metomophosis is unnecessary,
but I am not perfect; I need to
C
Ch
Cha
What a tremendously frightening sight,
I try to contain my furious might,
As I look up to the stars in the night,
I realize that I am nothing.
I see water cascade down the rock with mold,
I once read a poem.
It was about nothing.
Then I started to think hard.
What is ‘nothing’?
Not sure how many people have thought that.
A familiar numbness
creeps over my soul.
I feel nothing.
But at the same time,
I feel everything.
I feel the weight of guilt,
the pain of losing a friend,
Without Music,
I am Nothing.
Without Photography,
I am Nothing.
Without Reading,
I am Nothing.
Without Writing,
I am Nothing.
Without Friends,
I am Nothing.
Poem: yet and still
•In one piece yet broken
•Showing a smile yet crying inside
•In a room full of people yet so alone
•I speak yet no one hears me
• Laughing and joking yet so quiet and empty inside
I have plans for greatness but sometimes I feel like I can never reach it.
And I really would love it if everything I said was poetic.
But I guess I am more crude than I thought.
Nothing –
Seeing clear as day
In the suffocating black of night
But cringing with confusion
When the sun sheds its light
Knowing there’s an answer
Not caring if it’s found
Nothing
This poem means nothing
No matter how hard you look
Blue means blue, red means corrupt.
I’m not Walter Whitman
Nothing seems to work
Nothing could ever be said
I am never heard
Nobody can hear
Nobody will listen now
I am never heard
Silence is comfort
Silence is my company
A solitary pencil drags itself,
forlornly, estatically, and furiously,
across a lined page. A page that was
previously devoid of any emotions.
When I write I think of clouds
of Sun that shined on days gone.
Behind a window is where I would stand
thinking of the people that I've forgotten.
When I write I try not to think of you,
Swallow, swallow, swallow
STOP
A gray hue coats the surface of every object
A drought in the mind
Scene after scene after…
Black and white spots
Is there a beginning of nothing?
Everything seems so distant.
As if it isn’t there.
As if it isn’t real.
Is life real?
Static silence converges on my ears
Stealing my sanctuary
Refusing to let me rest in nothingness
Why must there always be something, not nothing?
Life comes, life goes, this and more we know.
But do we see, why it goes?
Friends stay, friends leave, if only by who’s heave?
True friends they do never leave.
Family is, family was, is there ever a because?
Of all comes none, yet feels as still
some semblance of a substance seen unreal,
echo endless hollow beauty immeasurable.
When you find yourself
sitting in the sun,
a light, unbothering wind upon your thoughts,
escaping into the air through your
contended expression,
Wallowing in self-hatred
I am nothing therefore deserve nothing
Longing for an escape
Incarcerated in my own thoughts, there’s only one option
I open my eyes and i see the things that I could of done but didn't have the mind,willingness, or spirit to get myself of my dormant position to say, do, or express what i`m feeling, seeing, or doing.
Why humiliate me, then tranquilize me and worse yet make me feel something that I’m not?
You’re presence alone swiveled me while your words devoured my heart and those thoughts.
