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 Dec 2018
tm
My very existence
is found
within these lines.

You had no clue
No idea at all
Until you took the time
to read my rhymes

And saw that I exist.
hm
 Oct 2018
leah snyder
outer space.
a vast expanse of nothing,
yet everything.
reminiscent of my mind.
full of thoughts, full of worry,
but numb at the same time.

-l.s.
free verse
 Oct 2018
zebra
it was a dark dance
of an immovable body
as she was taken by the throat,
death, causing stupendous distortions
and entrancements of lunar landscapes
she reeled pirouettes between smothering
and seeing through a miraculous inner eye
deepening her sense of nothingness
as if pickled in a jar,  suspended in
formaldehyde
held buoyant
where there is no reason for anything
moveless in a veiled corridor
inhabiting innerness, a raven fog
her ******* wet with the scent of fear and ***
she fell through the earth
into the infernal arms of
Hades

his tremulous kisses
a thousand glittering eyes
she could see through
 Oct 2018
raphæl
enlightenment in
perceiving one's existence
comes with suffering
of knowing one's nothingness—
reason to stop existing
 Jul 2018
Charlie Dog
I was lying in bed
The covers ****** me in.
Into a deep black void
Where time's an illusion
There was nothing there
No sounds or visions to be seen
Existence is false,
There is no I or even me.
 May 2018
Paul Butters
Nothing is not black
It has no colour.
The blackness of space is black
But nothing is nothing.
No light or dark,
No taste or smell
Or touch.

Nothing cannot know it is nothing
No more than we can know
When we are gone.

Our transient existence is a blessing
Here on Earth, beneath the Sun.
Sunshine shining, blindingly bright
Upon the foliage
Of Paradise bathed in light.

Paul Butters
 May 2018
wordvango
Is there any importance?

When the sun rises it's last time
over the horizon, what will the small period of history
you and I touched mean?

Will OUR longing stares mean more
than the howls of a hungry dog?

The words of past poets;
Will THEY burn brighter
than the rants of a dumb peasant?

Will be it that thirst reigns over hunger?
Or envy over greed?

Will the truest of loves stand more immortal
than the meager sating of loneliness?

Will the anguished cries of an abandoned infant
be answered before those of the aged?

Or my cries before yours?

Does it matter?
 May 2018
𝙰𝚗𝚗𝚎
//will forever be curious about your existence//
I randomly write about people, but this time, this sentence screams your name that I don't even know about.
 May 2018
TAB
everything is made of matter.
I get that, I really do.
Sixth grade science taught me that.
But what I don’t get is how
nothing really matters?
an excerpt from a poem that no eye but mine will see finished

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