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Liz Carlson Jul 2017
I try to see your face,
but there's not a trace.
I remember your sweet smile,
but the rest is futile.
I remember those days,
but it's just a haze.
I know it wasn't meant to be,
but you meant a lot to me.
I'm still holding on,
until the next dawn.
Then, I'll move on.
//nulliverse
n.

a world devoid of any unifying principle or plan//

We try to infuse the pure chaotic incoherence of this nulliverse with laws and meaning and purpose

but that is futile.

So, feel my kiss
through the endless star strewn darkness,
as dawn breaks through
the walls of night.
Julie Grenness Jan 2017
How do we get to memory lane?
Why bother to go there again?
Dull contemplation of the ex,
Lil' ole witch gives him the hex.....
Why bother to go there again?
How futile, trips down memory lane......
Feedback welcome.
Cup Noodles Jan 2017
You see..
it's kinda like dodge ball
but you can't throw back
Thomas Newlove Nov 2016
He could write endless books about the curl of her lips when she smiles but they would be futile in expressing truly how they made him feel.
Amy H Jun 2016
blinded by choice
you mistake me at will
for something ill.
misunderstandings
take two minds
but clarity takes heart.
I do not write on walls,
I carve on sand.
but you the wave
would wipe away the moment
as if my heart
would scar the beach
you have eroded for yourself
and you prefer
to hide the truth
I speak.
where have gone my words?
sank beneath your toil
like whispers in white noise.
we can not hear a gentle breeze
when tide is high.
I am baffled but I can't stop the tide.
Max Watt May 2016
They say that psychologically we all got triggers,
but they're just part of the guns to our heads.
A day job requires you to hit certain figures
and in that regard those triggers are all pulled

simultaneously

I don't say it lightly, the lot of us are simply doomed
if we stay here. And truthfully that's what I dread.
The fact that we never move from this ******* room
is a constant testament to our nature.

our divine comedy

Have we become futile? To tell you the truth, probably.
Who did that? Them or us? Who tossed away the toast
and handed us the dry, hi vis laden crusting?
You, my friend. You who tripped. You whose mind

is stripped away
Twin yellow stripes;
ride down his back.
So he keeps on driving down
the track.
with ever increasing speed,
from an ever-growing need.

Cash in hand,
Soul ******* in the back.
on an aimless ride.
through the ever-present
prescient present.
D Lowell Wilder Apr 2016
You walked your dog in early morning
suburban calm
of hubbed parking lots, sprawled lawns
humming.

In knee tall grass imagining
your neighbors brewing a fresh *** and
pulling their curtains
wide.
I crouch obscure

knee bent, tree nestled.
My heart sings:
You, grin, grimace
The air stings
my notes strung
affix my lips to there.

Best wishes I offer at this time
I will observe the court order and
you look so handsome from here.
L Marie Mar 2016
Education, they say
Sets free the mind
Only it has, ironically
Imprisoned mine.
I have lost my heart
Somewhere on this path,
Leaving my mind
Alone, in wrath
As it struggles to
One day forgive itself,
Then comes to dwindle
Through grief; it wilts.
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