#nihilism poems on Hello Poetry

Day May 2014

nothing

everyone's got a little to say about nothing,
nothing at all.

#nihilism

Losten May 2014

An explosion of motion
 It is morning 
The day lies open
 Water runs between my claws
 I pretend I am the permeable colors of glacial melt 
Where I am distinctly heedful. No eyes. No hands   

I want to be invisible;
 the lazy colors of gold and blue;
unable to recall any identity or reality
 I can’t say why. Invisible hurts. Maybe its easier to feel the hurt of invisible but know that the struggle of existence will never be in me

  I’m sick at the prospect of a cage but it’s easier than freedom 
So I quietly dismantle myself during your sleep. I wait in my constraints for the machinery in your mouth to turn
 That sound is my cue. The only evidence I know

  Maybe I’d be good for a living hell; tied to the incessant bluster of gods with animals heads, munching holes in each others pale golden horns
But the war is at a pause for now. The cavalcade is sitting down

 Is it still morning? 
I sleep to shelter my head. But good sleep never really comes  

The drop line reaches down my throat and hoists a voice
 How condemned I feel 
Condemned to action and reaction, burdened with contempt, choked by doubt, commanded to love
 How can I be, if I cannot know what I am?
 Why can’t I be invisible? 
Some enchanted morning senility will be upon me. And when my body begins to cool, let it be

#philosophy #being #existentialism #nihilism #nothingness

Nathan Burgess May 2014

Buzz

Haven't been since this hole in my chest
Tried to silence the wind with a vest
but I still hear the buzzing of those timeless gears
It still might.. no, maybe not. So I'm still filled with fear

Why am I here plagued by my buzzing ears
all but abandon is allowed, but my heart is searing with it's song
So where am I to go, some aimless throw to put off the sounds
while I'm still crushed by my bounds
it's a pointless question so now I've made up my mind to disappear

Running time overwhelming rhymes shove them in my eyes
Colors bright and dark forget my stark alignment
so I laugh until I've dried up my honest hide
It's still a wave of dead peace outside my basement

Why am I here plagued by my buzzing ears
all but abandon is allowed, but my heart is searing with it's song
So where am I to go, some aimless throw to put off the sounds
while I'm still crushed by my bounds
it's a pointless question so now I've made up my mind to disappear

Cults and jewelry are starting to dissolve.

#depression #anxiety #frustration #exhaustion #nihilism #hopelessness

Nathan Burgess May 2014

Music

Ego headspace, mindset phaneron life perception sight
the assumptions you operate under to simply get by
or focus on a series of tasks that seem to take
the majority of our lives. building always a beat
of building something without looking or even knowing or
being thoughtful about the thing you are building towards
out of fear of it's massive complexity and incomprehensibility
all of the unknown about it.

Death impudence pointlessness despair terror humility absolute antithesis contradistinction
nihilism gives transparency to the structure
Ephemeral and the mad passion to
work against those things

make the march wobbly to show it's deluded nature

show clear forceful severing ending sounds during counterpoint

#life #anxiety #of #thought #existentialism #nihilism #train

Martin Narrod May 2014

The Cupcakes Aren't Vegan, At Least I Don't Think They Are

He weeps his heart, and hangs his head,
He doubles back, and follows her back to bed,
She says, " Some homes are towns and lives, while others wear their homes inside." And he keeps up though he's kept out, the volatile, the sudden frown.
She makes up the cupcakes but they're never vegan are they? No they're never vegan are they?

He makes a gift, and wrings his thumbs, the bubble bath, the tepid tub,
Outside where the rains have gone long, something gives him something strong,
And he picks up where he had left off, the trouble is he doesn't know when to back off, and the cupcakes aren't vegan, sweet and such spectacular, but they really aren't eaten, now that they've been made with eggs. No the cupcakes aren't vegan, though they are quite delicious. And he loves her forever, though he never eats again. No he never eats again. No he never eats again.

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ms reluctance Apr 2014

Apathetic Mind

Today was nothing more
than a woeful echo
of my life yesterday.
And the same is true for
every day I have lived
ever since I gave up.

I don’t remember
what led me down this
lonely desolate
path of nihilism,
of self-destruction.

I don’t recall
a time I felt
differently.
Blank mind. Blank walls.

So I wait,
stoic, numb,
as silence

descends
upon

me.

NaPoWriMo Day 24
Poetry form: Diminished Hexaverse

#sad #path #blues #loneliness #nihilism #napowrimo #apathetic #diminished #hexaverse

Austin Heath Mar 2014

"Supermarket."

And everything turns to ****,

but it’s not like I’m a professional.

All this time I spent lying to myself,

and only now did I get it.

*******. If you don’t understand this now,

then you’re not supposed to.

There’s no flavor, no reason, nothing.

No mark to be made.

No accomplishment will define you.

All this time I spent lying to myself.

I have my chance to move forward

and I’m trying.

#nihilism #self-belief #meaninglessness

Austin Heath Mar 2014

"Anti-Philosophy."

If the world keeps screaming I’ll break the night,

I’ll turn it around, I’ll bend the notion.

If the height gets steeper, don’t make a sound.

"Sacrifice yourself" is the name of religion.

Spinning the gears and faking frustration,

while the system fakes a male ******.

Here is your chance to go sour and

I hope you have the guts to walk into this trap;

If nothing is real, or we’re made out of sin,

what is the image of God?

I am not willing to be forgiven,

I am not the victim of your forgiveness,

I am not forgiven, I am not a sinner,

and I’m not a martyr for your God.

I’m just Austin Heath,

dying, and leaving nothing behind,

in the name of no one or no idea,

and not even poignantly.

Just mediocre.

#self-actualization #nihilism #mediocrity

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