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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
What the hell am I writing? I don't even know What's in my head And now there's a boy sitting next to me Just sitting there writing, I assume, And I don't know what the hell I am writing.
Don't misstep, Or else you will fall into the pit Of nothing. Don't dream, For when you inevitably wake, Dreams will die. Don't lie. If you do, they can tell, and they will
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?
A cold touchHigh windsWarm waterWet hairHot sand
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.
who would make me do something like that? who would make me feel that way?
There... Here... Gone...
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,
Love; I have enough I give it, I receive it No changes needed.
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
War, Hatered or Fear
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
my head still comprehends sometimes the broad strokes so few paint with anymore
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
how are you who areyou i love you
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.
Engulfed in the darkness within me as it bleeds out,
Nothing sweeter than ice cold water to a parched mouth The sweet nectar oozes into the throat
im seriously unable to love. like i always have had this incapability. but suddenly i feel like there might be a chance...but i guess i know its hopeless.
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,
For you are the nothing–
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.