nothingness
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All we are is
just shadows
Without bodies,
immaterialized.
What will matter then
sifting through dark
No flesh left to torture
no substance left to taint
This life haunts me
when he walks into the room,
there is no room,
only people
there are no people,
only faces and names
only voices and thoughts
his nonexistent pen
glides across the convolutions of his brain
As the steps outside are taken from the once pitch black
demon eyes
garage
yellow gazers...
The desert UPS package rain clouds like adobe hang above me
hazel
a tree in a snowy desert
If there is nothing real,
Nothing is what I give.
If there is the ghost of real,
I take the seeds, that with my hands
Bloom into the ghost of something
And when my little ghost decides
Death is inevitable.
Alone in the universe with nothing.
The end is vague.
Not defined, or labeled, individual.
Beliefs, religion, gods,
Designed to soothe.
From the Earth, and back.
I wish i could write about nothing at all.
wouldnt it be interesting to describe nothing?
we couldnt say a color,
How would we know what color it would be?
We couldnt say a shape,
There is nothing in my hands.My breath runs dry.I don’t want to try.
To explore the lands afarThat’s all I wanted to do.Why is this life so hard to get through?
whipping winds
tear away my guise
in the night
your hands
weapons of destruction.
twisting tornadoes
i watch in dismay as you
turn me into shreds
and lock me away
It’s a clear sky today. After a long and exhausting day I decide to go take a dip in the lake to cool off. I jump in the water. It is very cool and warm at the same time.
