Richard j Heby Apr 2014
reality does not exist
in the mirror
Jasmin Jul 2015
She wanders,
guided by her lost soul.
She spills arts,
coming from her pure heart;
She writes words no one can understand,
yet she speaks it like it was kept in her mind
for so long, just waiting for someone to find it.
She is a masterpiece of her own,
but she has a heart of stone.
sweetestdownfall Mar 2015
If love does not exist in this world,

We will make a new world
Furnish it with
Surprisingly vibrant red walls
and flamboyant interiors.

If love will exist in the other world
Love me back
So we can hear
Our voices to resonate
In unity
In clarity

If love will never exist
Let me still love you
Because love exists
Within me.
Damien Frost Jan 2015
Existence is not life. Existence is not 'to be'. Existence is not something we could derive. By itself, Existence does not mean anything. Existence does not exist.
Nirvana Nov 2015
woh zindagi bhi kya zindagi hogi
jisme zindagi hi naa ho
koi gam nhi
aur koi shikva bhi naa ho

Teri yaad bhi naa ho
naa tera koi zikra ho

woh zindagi bhi kya zindagi hogi
jaha koi alfaaz hi naa ho
naa tujhe paane ki koi chaah
aur naa hi tujhe khone ka koi dard ho

woh zindagi bhi kya zindagi hogi
jaha mai naa rahu aur tu bhi naa ho
naa koi dikhavti hasi
aur koi aasu bhi naa ho

woh zindagi bhi kya zindagi hogi
jaha seeney ki dhadkan sirf dhadke
aur dimaag sirf apna kaam kare
koi khwaahish hi naa ho
koi aarzoo bhi naa ho
yeh saasein toh chale
bas koi zindagi hi naa ho

woh zindagi bhi kya zindagi hogi...
woh zindagi bhi kya zindagi hogi...
jaha main naa rahu aur tum bhi naa ho
yeh jism toh rahe
par koi aatma naa ho
yeh saasein toh chale
bas koi zindagi hi naa ho

woh zindagi bhi kya zindagi hogi...
jaha main naa rahu aur tum bhi naa ho...!
Christopher Lowe Oct 2014
Let these words
Be an extension
Of my soul
Because I'm over committed  
To Being
An Existentialist
And my existence
Is far beyond
Just existing
I am moving with the stream
not worrying about the destiny even where they are going
or what they think

@ Musfiq us shaleheen
Paul Butters Sep 2014
Nothing is not black
It has no colour.
The blackness of space is black
But nothing is nothing.
No light or dark,
No taste or smell
Or touch.

Nothing cannot know it is nothing
No more than we can know
When we are gone.

Our transient existence is a blessing
Here on Earth, beneath the Sun.
Sunshine shining, blindingly bright
Upon the foliage
Of Paradise bathed in light.

Paul Butters
Joshua Haines May 2017
I approach most desires
like a competition; can I
fuck better than him;
can I be famous at twenty-
-three since he was famous at
twenty-four -- I must be able
to sink better than him.

God, it is exhausting. I
feel like I'm dancing with
a machine; a phantom that
I can never catch, for it runs
on my blood; my insecurities;
my passion -- and, boy, oh boy,
can I attest to having plenty of
  that stuff, ladies and germs.

I think, truly, that I am
encompassing the American Dream
I think is utterly flawed; that I think
is futile in nature; that I am sure of
is the closest thing to Hell, in this
Godless, spiritually motherless
dark shoebox of sudden collisions;
this space of useful and useless
results, splayed onto and into
our hearts, asking for reverence.

There is nothing  I want more
than to be sure that my importance
is not illusory. I am not sure if
I am real.
Paramount Pawn Apr 2015
Your being here
Is a testimony of fate.
That your existence alone
Is the reason for my existence.
Nadine Swain Dec 2014
I am a fleeting existence
In this world
Of constant change

Where everyone you love
Seems to disintegrate
Just when they start loving you back
H W Erellson Jun 2014
You down there in the depths
In the dark and lifeless ends,
Stop fantasizing over those non-existents,
Over those perpetual angles and starlit kisses.
Crawl out of the abyss, fingers bloody, and
Embrace a human.
Leave those non-existents far behind your wake.

I can’t.
They’re all I have.

Meek and powerless
Human kind stops breeding,
Stops loving.
there is no substitute for real flesh, for conversation, for smiles and human warmth.

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Peeka Aug 2014
Thoughts spiral in circles, pondering existence
Worrying about what happens, or ignoring fate after darkness
Is life a vacation from nothingness?
Do Bible stories of two opposing paths bring more comfort- or less?
Could it be- every thought is controlled by languages?
Not the independent "me's."
Or is there more than one mindset, can we be freed?
Possibly dreaming forever in the end, more questions begin
Will I encounter the same souls again-
Did I choose this life I'm living in?

Possibly something has control over what we ponder
Everything may remain mystery after eternal slumber
All we see and feel, illusions- moans of thunder
Absence of reality, hopeful or hopeless banter?
Purpose connected by wonder
One day we will discover the truth of the matter
What a feat, was it worth it-
Pondering existence?
Did I choose this life I'm living in?
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