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Strying Mar 2019
For aren't we all lost,
In nothing?
We say "where are we?"
But, who cares?!
We are all insignificant dots,
in a limitless sky of dots.

I would rather spend one day,
A perfect day
in the meadow
and have so much fun
and then continue that for as long as possible.

Money distracts us from happiness.
Goals and guidelines we will never,
ever,
fit
distract us from happiness.

If we all wander
And we are all lost
Why not all be found together?
In a world of happiness and freedom!

Why work when you can rest?
Why run a mile,
when you can smile!
Why take a test
when you can press
the escape key.

It's so easy,
yet none of us click it.
For escaping reality
is seen as "suicidal thoughts" or "depression"
where maybe all we want is to be happy.
To forget about our worries
And not have to feel the nothingness
creeping from inside.
For when we are happy,
all we want is to cherish that moment.
But, what if we never had to let go of it?
We should let go of sadness! Why not be free to be with friends all day every day instead of being stressed about the future, we could enjoy it till the very last day we are on the planet and even then, even if there is nothing after life, we will have lived a happy life filled with goodness and laughter and kindness where no one would be mean because everyone would be happy!
Colm Mar 2019
Reach into the nothingness
With an outstretched arm Inquisitorial
And pull a star down from the sky
A scar from the skin
Or the sight from within a strangers eye
Look and see
All the potential within that unique life
The marring and falling
The look of a life lived once alive
Grasp
Eurus Feb 2019
A love so strong,
A jealousy so fierce,
A sneaking anger,
With an ill-concealed need of you.
These pent-up, raw, reluctant emotions,
Now, plaint to see,
Are beckoning even the innermost of my core.
The beat to an apoptotic dance.
The final curtain
To a life of sweet sweet nothingness.
Julischka Jan 2019
Can I be your bird?
I will sit on your shoulder
And whisper in your ears
My secret songs
So that nobody else hears
The softness of the air
Dancing through your hair

I will sing with my sweetest voice
Hoping your choice falls on me
And you don’t run away
Leaving me flying in the nothingness

Can I be your bird?
I will sleep on your nightstand
My head tucked under my wing
At the spot, your alarm clock used to ring
I will sing a secret melody
Bringing you remedy
In an early morning

I will sing with my sweetest voice
Hoping your choice falls on me
And you don’t run away
Leaving me flying in the nothingness

Can I be your bird?
I will patiently wait for you to finish
Your dish and leave bread crumbs
On your napkin.
Just let it be!
A drop of water from your glass
Will bathe me

I will sing with my sweetest voice
Hoping your choice falls on me
And you don’t run away
Leaving me flying in the nothingness

Can I be your bird?
I will nest on your chest
Build a home above your heart
So when I depart
And fly away in the nothingness
Your soul will remember a song she heard
Of someone who’s never been your bird
Aseel Jan 2019
For those who are the future:
Don’t use your freedom as a red carpet for a popular pop singer, or a president.
Don’t walk on it to get a phone that is smarter than you!
Don’t hate, erase all the lines on the map, unite your nationalities to “ human”, let love spread through the oceans.
Don’t be racist, racism pulls the nations back, and the souls down.
Don’t be a slave for the brand of your shirt, for the kardashians granddaughters lips, or for the green paper.
Don’t be a slave for the nothingness, for what will be gone.
A M Ryder Dec 2018
So if you really go the whole way and
See how you feel about the prospect of vanishing forever
If all your efforts and all your achievements and
All your attainments, turning into dust
Into nothingness..
What is the feeling?
What happens to you?
It's a curious thing
The most real state is the state of nothingness
That's what it's all going to come to
Lin Dec 2018
And in the darkest darkness
we can hear
the silent tears falling

We regret nothing
or maybe something
and we keep on speaking
without words

With no sense on where we are going
The path to nowhere
Leading us home
into nothingness

Can you hold my hand?
Nis Dec 2018
Lluvia sobre paragüas mojados,
sed de semilla de amor;
la caída del otoño
resuena en la profundidad de la nada
y soy yo
pero no hay nadie.

//

Rain on wet umbrellas,
thirst for seed of love;
Fall's fall
echoes in the depth of nothingness
and it's me
but there is noone.
It doesn't sound too good in English I think, but that's just my opinion.
Colm Dec 2018
I dare you
    To sit or stand
    To draw or write
    To paint or wrong
    To not be so **** polite
    To force or feel
    To be without phone
    To stand in rain
    To not be so alone
I dare you again
I dare you alive
I dare you once more
    To stop thinking about it
I dare you to try
Nothingness of Mind
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