"everythingness" poems
I am a spoof
of myself
the everythingness
stuffed in the nothingness
---till it chokes on its
own cracked breath
I’m the alpha female
the maker and the breaker
I
hang
emotionless
in
time.
-Vijayalakshmi Harish
11/09/06
Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
Aug 12, 2012
Aug 12, 2012 at 10:04 AM UTC
i haven't been myself
for quite some time -
different versions,
lingering as long
as appropriate
(or long overstaying
their welcome),
shuffling from one
skin to the next,
one pain
to the next -
we redress,
nurse the wounds
(we've gotten
good at this),
a facsimile
of a person
until i find the real one
but being a person
at all
these days
is like repeating the same
song, the same wave,
the same splotch of starry sky
through the kaleidoscope
of every open eye
bleeding together
into hazy nothingness
and everythingness
it's been silent ever since
and i'm not sure
i'd recognize self
anymore than she'd
recognize me
one and the same
but only by name.
Aug 23, 2025
Aug 23, 2025 at 1:51 AM UTC
I am a wanderluster. My cells are incapable of remaining intact. Every single atom in me is constantly roaming the uni-verse and conflating with all its beauty, constantly becoming it, and constantly providing it with the chance to become through myself.
I am not carefree. I am not balanced. I feel intensely, and I like it.
I am. And my beingness is a gravitational field, pulling the everythingness of everything into me.
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 6:56 PM UTC
sometimes
i feel poetry in my chest that i can't express
purposeless unconfessed a mess that i try
to gather in my hands but
like sand it
slips from my grip, a
confused clutter of carelessly uttered words of
affection
there's no direction to this
senseless stumble of a poem no way for me to
spill my ink in a pattern that will show you
what i think and hope that you already know, you
are the world and i
am a fool for trying to fit your everythingness on a notebook page
Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 3:05 PM UTC
we are all just infinitesimal souls
stagnant; utterly still
in a plane of
nothingness and everythingness
and like Newton's First Law of Motion states
we will only continue
unmoving
yet
all we need is an unbalanced force
strong and relentless as gravity
that'll send us careening
back into our own bodies
we're all waiting for
someone, something
to bring us back home
this imbalance
is the very force that keeps the blood
thrumming in our veins
and roaring in our ears,
allows for jolts of electricity
to run down our spine and spark
at the pads of our fingers; we are
the brilliance of dying stars,
contained and bound to a mortal vessel
our hearts are pulsing, pulsing
erratically
to the rhythm of the songs that stars sing
and i hear the music resonating,
bone-vibrating and teeth-chattering,
and when we can all hum the melody
that the universe plays,
sear it and engrave it into our minds,
seven billion hearts
will (finally) beat as one
we are
caged beasts
we are
supernovas in the making
(wherein we can only burn bright and then brighter
until one day
we will return to the stars)
but at the very least, now,
we are
alive
Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 10:44 PM UTC
Uncovering
Undercover
Ideas
I recover
From long madness
Called N-U-M-B-N-E-S-S
Held me in
For too long
Behind bars
Made of steel
Of fears
F-E-A-R-S
Instead of
TEARS
I wished many times
I could feel SADNESS
But all I felt was
NOTHINGNESS
And nothing else
Then I looked precisely
At the NOTHINGNESS
And found everything
Hidden in there.
Not only SADNESS
and NEGATIVITIES
But even HAPPINESS
and POSITIVITIES
I found new POSSIBILITIES
And the NOTHINGNESS
Became EVERYTHINGNESS
just like the colour WHITE
consists of all the other colours
Combined.
May 27, 2019
May 27, 2019 at 9:30 PM UTC
i want a love that is pure & raw
i want a passion that is unattached & wild
i want a loyalty that is truthful & undoubted
i want a connection that is founded in friendship but retires in love
i want a partner that i can become a master of the universe with
and we will live above all the lies
and the jealous
and the vindictiveness
of modern relationships
we will live and love like the gods we were born to be
i want a life of romance and travel
of creation and expression
of being unraveled
and naked and bare
and be taken in
in all of my everythingness
& in all of my nothingness
without question or hesitation
just compassion sparked elation
i want to live in innocence by sun light
and in sin by star light
i want a love that's big enough to save the world
but not so big that i can't save myself
a love too deep to even fathom or understand or relay by words
but one that would never drown you
in need, attachment, obsession, or sacrifice
i want something i fear will never truly be
as more then just a figment of all my fantasies
i will wait and wander and meet all i can meet
and until i find the one i want, i'll be the one for me.
Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 2:41 PM UTC
Random thoughts like bees in the air
Simple and incoherent I catch them with my tongue
Only to swallow the depth in simplicity wrapper
A silly song on my mind and I hug the
Anxiety for never letting me rest
In and out goes the air and I string myself
Onto it like a bead in the necklace of
Everythingness and i know why I'm here
On this earth
Right now it's to fight the urge to dissociate
Into safe space of my imagination
Where I soak up every degree, every sound, every flavor not feeling
Guilty for taking a break to be the mother
My children deserved to have
On days like these there is not enough food
For my hungry mind except words and books
But I do like the grass stuck between my toes
Jul 11, 2017
Jul 11, 2017 at 10:43 PM UTC