#nonexistence - Hello Poetry

Into all this absurdism I find myself wondering Why I´m trying to understand The non-existence of everything? Watching some clouds Empty spaces By the light of the moon Writing nonsense words Mindfuck mind Wake up and make a peep Drop words between the lines Why am I still here? Strange ideas in my head Writing my blues Nice ride above us Still showing more clues Taking a walk on my deep side Enjoying this ride Psychedelic intercessions Still open my mind wide Nothing is enough I can´t decide Feelings and lines rough What I wanna write Looking for the meaning of nothing Tasting more wine Am I losing my senses? It is Braking my mind Seeking for a spiritual meaning Waiting for sign of divine Seeing my mind shining Lost and blind Falling in the middle of words Deeply vibrant sense Meaning of nothing Suspension without suspense Height intense Verses are meaningless Looking for the meaning of nothing Again it makes a little zero sense

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Nov 3, 2017

Nov 3, 2017 at 11:44 PM UTC

nonsense-poet

Meaning of nothing

Into all this absurdism I find myself wondering Why I´m trying to understand The non-existence of everything? Watching some clouds Empty spaces By the light of the moon Writing nonsense words Mindfuck mind Wake up and make a peep Drop words between the lines Why am I still here? Strange ideas in my head Writing my blues Nice ride above us Still showing more clues Taking a walk on my deep side Enjoying this ride Psychedelic intercessions Still open my mind wide Nothing is enough I can´t decide Feelings and lines rough What I wanna write Looking for the meaning of nothing Tasting more wine Am I losing my senses? It is Braking my mind Seeking for a spiritual meaning Waiting for sign of divine Seeing my mind shining Lost and blind Falling in the middle of words Deeply vibrant sense Meaning of nothing Suspension without suspense Height intense Verses are meaningless Looking for the meaning of nothing Again it makes a little zero sense

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If I exist here, I am the word indeed, As the word is I. But the letters Are only words For those Who can read, And they do not mean anything In this vast space Of random thoughts Of existence.

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Apr 14, 2016

Apr 14, 2016 at 5:08 AM UTC

ich-bin-das-wort-ist-ich

Nonexistence

If I exist here, I am the word indeed, As the word is I. But the letters Are only words For those Who can read, And they do not mean anything In this vast space Of random thoughts Of existence.

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My eyes are crying for help, can't you tell? Or are you guys under some kind of spell? Don't you see the bones and ashes crushed within me? Don't you see my eyes speaking to merciless pleas? It's killing me inside I may smile but please look behind Blocked by this superficial monstrosity It's growing furiously I am no longer here Drifted away in my tears You guys couldn't see it Now I'm lost and can't be found within Taken away by the tears I shed Wept away in all the hurtful things you said Tears are my blood that I have bled I no longer exist because your words have pronounced me dead.

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Sep 2, 2015

Sep 2, 2015 at 4:21 AM UTC

crybaby911

"Dark River"

My eyes are crying for help, can't you tell? Or are you guys under some kind of spell? Don't you see the bones and ashes crushed within me? Don't you see my eyes speaking to merciless pleas? It's killing me inside I may smile but please look behind Blocked by this superficial monstrosity It's growing furiously I am no longer here Drifted away in my tears You guys couldn't see it Now I'm lost and can't be found within Taken away by the tears I shed Wept away in all the hurtful things you said Tears are my blood that I have bled I no longer exist because your words have pronounced me dead.

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I have never written about you, and I never will. Copy Right 2020 ©PoeticPat

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Jun 29, 2015

Jun 29, 2015 at 10:27 PM UTC

undefinedcreation

Contradiction (10w)

I have never written about you, and I never will. Copy Right 2020 ©PoeticPat

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He stood with his face to the firey blaze, The background sooty and ashy, He told her "everything was alright, it's okay." Violent flames lashing and smoke wisps vanishing, It's just that...every second leads to something, A cough, a rash...a blank wall...then some monitors, Then you're dead, it's the same thing every time, So why not live for good? Why not breath the air Like you've never gotten the chance to know how, To run like children into the woods... ...or you're dead already.

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Jun 15, 2015

Jun 15, 2015 at 5:50 AM UTC

alan-s-bailey

Burnt walls, office halls, and...

He stood with his face to the firey blaze, The background sooty and ashy, He told her "everything was alright, it's okay." Violent flames lashing and smoke wisps vanishing, It's just that...every second leads to something, A cough, a rash...a blank wall...then some monitors, Then you're dead, it's the same thing every time, So why not live for good? Why not breath the air Like you've never gotten the chance to know how, To run like children into the woods... ...or you're dead already.

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Our bodies Are really just galaxies Held together by bone and flesh. My thoughts are stars. But How can you expect me to Recognize the constellations That they could potentially form When I’ve always ****** At thinking linearly? Hell, I have a hard enough time Remembering That I am still alive. I dropped a plate today- That promptly shattered- Because For that very instant I didn’t exist. I think Maybe I was born To self-destruct Quite like The most massive suns In our universe Detonate Into supernovae. One of these days Out of the blue My chest is going to start Caving in And my arms and legs will contract And finally I’ll flood out into the open- I always did tell you My heart was an ocean Filled so full that it’s Ready to erupt. Well once I’ve emptied My heart My body And my mind Maybe Just maybe I’ll find the strength To reconstruct this galaxy. But I’d probably need some Major work. I need help untangling these veins. Someone Just give me A diagnosis Because My lungs should work Just fine But I just CAN'T BREATHE- Surely there are vultures flying around Grating my insides. I want you to rewrite my skin Dig up the graveyards In my skeleton And maybe Help settle some of these ghosts. I just wanted- So desperately- For you to find a home Somewhere near my heart That I tried stitching a home Into my ribcage But the seams are jagged And tender And it feels like they’re leaking All the god **** time But no matter what- Whenever I check my lesions- They’re healing. Hopefully, My structures Will last longer This time Around the bend. Because unless You have your own scars, You’ll probably Never understand mine. But we all do something. You can’t fathom the leagues Of deep dark arctic water that churn Just under my crust Or the monsters Surfing the waves Because They tell you to drown your demons But I’m pretty positive Mine have known how to swim From the beginning. You don’t see The stress and anxiety That pumps around Through my blood Igniting my body And effectively silencing me. Please don’t touch me Not until you understand That sometimes All I am capable of felling Is needles and razors. The added pressure Of your feather light touch Might just Cause a cave in. Please don’t Love me Until you Recognize That I do not love myself But I AM trying. For the longest time I’ve been so concerned That You might start Seeing me The way I see myself But something really Kind of funny happened (I think) I’m starting To see myself The way you see me. My skin Has been left to rot Too many times And WOW- That really hurts. My cells Is still in the process Of growing back But it’s still so sensitive. I’m swallowing Your forgiveness Because I need it For my own. I cannot Excuse Myself- Not anymore. There is No such concept As ‘Beautifully broken’ Some of us Are just better than others At clutching Bleeding seams.

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Apr 21, 2014

Apr 21, 2014 at 12:41 PM UTC

katherine-behrends

I'm Swallowing Your Forgiveness

Our bodies Are really just galaxies Held together by bone and flesh. My thoughts are stars. But How can you expect me to Recognize the constellations That they could potentially form When I’ve always ****** At thinking linearly? Hell, I have a hard enough time Remembering That I am still alive. I dropped a plate today- That promptly shattered- Because For that very instant I didn’t exist. I think Maybe I was born To self-destruct Quite like The most massive suns In our universe Detonate Into supernovae. One of these days Out of the blue My chest is going to start Caving in And my arms and legs will contract And finally I’ll flood out into the open- I always did tell you My heart was an ocean Filled so full that it’s Ready to erupt. Well once I’ve emptied My heart My body And my mind Maybe Just maybe I’ll find the strength To reconstruct this galaxy. But I’d probably need some Major work. I need help untangling these veins. Someone Just give me A diagnosis Because My lungs should work Just fine But I just CAN'T BREATHE- Surely there are vultures flying around Grating my insides. I want you to rewrite my skin Dig up the graveyards In my skeleton And maybe Help settle some of these ghosts. I just wanted- So desperately- For you to find a home Somewhere near my heart That I tried stitching a home Into my ribcage But the seams are jagged And tender And it feels like they’re leaking All the god **** time But no matter what- Whenever I check my lesions- They’re healing. Hopefully, My structures Will last longer This time Around the bend. Because unless You have your own scars, You’ll probably Never understand mine. But we all do something. You can’t fathom the leagues Of deep dark arctic water that churn Just under my crust Or the monsters Surfing the waves Because They tell you to drown your demons But I’m pretty positive Mine have known how to swim From the beginning. You don’t see The stress and anxiety That pumps around Through my blood Igniting my body And effectively silencing me. Please don’t touch me Not until you understand That sometimes All I am capable of felling Is needles and razors. The added pressure Of your feather light touch Might just Cause a cave in. Please don’t Love me Until you Recognize That I do not love myself But I AM trying. For the longest time I’ve been so concerned That You might start Seeing me The way I see myself But something really Kind of funny happened (I think) I’m starting To see myself The way you see me. My skin Has been left to rot Too many times And WOW- That really hurts. My cells Is still in the process Of growing back But it’s still so sensitive. I’m swallowing Your forgiveness Because I need it For my own. I cannot Excuse Myself- Not anymore. There is No such concept As ‘Beautifully broken’ Some of us Are just better than others At clutching Bleeding seams.

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