"nill" poems
You do this to me
I was away from all the games of love
Trying to gather my pieces and find me my-self
You came and destroyed my entire wit and will
Proving to me that my resolute was next to nill
And I am left longing for you and fancying you every minute
From the moment you met my eyes, with love infinite
You are a gentle soul with the voice, sweetest
You teach me with the thought, kindest
Full of talent and creativity!
Yet you need my attention? what a pity!
I am a plain jane, to your talents, unmatched
Human nature somehow is indeed complicated
Why o why
Apr 5, 2022
Apr 5, 2022 at 4:58 PM UTC
Tuesday has to be
the worst thing that is thrown at me,there is a lack of fun when Monday's done and Tuesday rises up to be,the zombie that walks inside of me.
It starts okay but then breaks the day, a clumsy numbing feeling then seeps
slowly through the ceiling,down the walls,along the floor,then flings wide open any door I hide behind,resigned I cry,
'why oh why does Tuesday come?
I try to run but Tuesday's quicker,years of being have made it slicker than I could be,I can't get free ,it sticks like glue,
who would make a day like this to **** me off and send me mad,foaming at the gills,filled with headache pills and no amount of any skills can save me from this billhook day which hangs around as if to say,
'get over it you little shit,I'm here to stay 'til Wednesday'
Eventually as all things do it ends,sends me screaming into the night as if I might meet Wednesday before it's due,
I never do.
The same thing happens once a week,I try to seek another way,build a bridge across Tuesday,but Tuesday has me ******* and once again I find I'm glued to it.
I have never liked and never will,Tuesday makes me feel so ill,I need another headache pill,on the scale of one to ten it scores a nill,
I really need to go and chill,
'til Wednesday.
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 2:16 AM UTC
A year had past
I dont recall doing a good thing, i dont remember doing bad things too, all i can think of is a crackle followed by a smoke, the room going in a circle, and people are running away from me trying to stay away from that terrible person.
My mom had always told me that i should keep my money and to not give them away if i need them, but i thought that id be a bad person if i didnt give whoever asks me for some. I wish i listened to her words and took them seriously before i gave that someone money for his school and lost mine.
My dad used to always tell me, "stay out of troubles or life will put you down". i thought people will take advantages of me if i followed my dads words put i wish i did because being a tough person all the time will only break you in the first weakness moment.
My teacher MR. Nill, once asked "What would happen if everyone treats others the way they treat them?" I said, "We would live in woods and people would hate each other." He laughed and called me "Sweetheart" i didnt know his meaning till today. The right answer should be "Thats the best way to live in a peace, so we can feel each others pain, cuz none of us likes to be hurt".
My love told me "Get off the drugs, i cant be next to a ""DRUG ADDICT"". I didnt see my reactions and the way i was acting, I though i was doing well and not being annoying, so i said **** IT" she will get over it, but now I'M asking ( WHERE IS SHE??).
I LOST MY PARENTS AND MY SIBLINGS, MY LOVE AND OF COURSE MY self(thats how small i am).
So now after a year of using, I decided to quit and get my life together, its my second week off that SH*T, I am not getting back again. Thats FOR SURE.
BUT THE QUESTION IS "WILL I HAVE MY LOST BACK?"
Nov 12, 2013
Nov 12, 2013 at 1:10 AM UTC
So torn within myself.
A battle I'm unfit to fight in let alone win.
On the brink of tears at every moment of the day.
Jealousy, anxiety, nill confidence and self esteem.
Constantly apologising to those around me.
How could I have been so foolish and naive to try and bury these burdens praying they wouldn't catch up with me.
I don't want pity or to be cradled and told "everything will be alright."
All I want is to feel I'm in control of my emotions and begin to feel less alien in my own skin.
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 6:14 AM UTC
Entropic threats loom and I told them to **** off from the start.
Shouldn't is transparent because it plays warning fair.
I tell my toes to move and they do.
You're next.
Nov 26, 2016
Nov 26, 2016 at 7:08 PM UTC
I wish my words would caress your soul
I want my heart to speak your language
I wish I could paint your mind sinful
I want to put your brain onto a stage.
I try to yell mountains but you hear a hill
I try to paint waterfalls but you see streams
I yearn to dance the breeze yet you hear nill
I aim to preach worlds but its a distant dream.
Jul 20, 2019
Jul 20, 2019 at 3:46 AM UTC
There is a supermarket of feelings
Beautiful buildings lined with bottles racked on shelves.
Marked with labels and brands of different feelings.
Samples are given in tiny cups.
They don't flavor the deep thirst that's inside the heart.
The heart checks out each label and their side effects.
Chances made.
Until the contents expires and becomes a bottle with a defect.
There are thousands of brands
Thousands of Feelings to choose from.
Each moment deserves a different taste.
Pick a bottle.
For the moment there is no time to waste.
There are many shoppers lining the isles.
How many different worlds they have come from.
They have fought to be here for a routine way
for the taste of a new feeling.
As they have become numb to their own unique flavors made like
backyard bootleggers.
The selection was worth the trip over the longest of miles.
The the drink you have chosen hits the heart.
Once the effects of such dissapppear
It's time to go back and pick another
at the unique Feelings Soda Bottle Shop.
Now, from another flask, we drink the numb down to a nill
Until the choice of a favorite flavor is found amusing the others.
Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 7:48 PM UTC
*some men love life through women, other men love
life through the process of fermentation; latter moi -
then some unexpected party begins with shelling war tanks and bullets:
ooh new year’s eve for several years every day!*
you know what the western slavs call
whiskey, cardinal brandy, champagne
and wine? perfumes.
and thus the replied: ***** on icebergs!
*well you won't read the books i read, and the books i read
have an almost nill readership,
so if you think i'm desperate to have readers,
i'm not, because what interests me interests a few
and thus i am welcome, and thus i am comforted.*
Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 7:41 PM UTC
for now please imagine generic
fairy tale characters
analogous if you will
to possessing physical, livingsocial,
and three dimensional
corporeal form (at least until
the end of this poem), and compared
to computer generated imagery
makes this request rill
lee not that impossible,
far-fetched, or difficult,
and most likely already
a done deal, hence nill,
null, and void might
stop the average
Joe, Jack or Jill
dead in their poetic iambic feet,
but would defeat
the purpose i.e, ****
and bring to abrupt violent end
my (very questionable)
"FAKE" purpose plus,
disallow me to distill
crazy literary whim of mine swill
culled via injecting
lifelike characteristics
into morality tale creations,
perhaps first heard
as nursery rhymes, drill
ling moral, perchance told
to your own chill
**** in tandem
with Cain and Able
by the likes of
Aesop, Brothers Grimm,
or Greco-Roman myths assume
Chicken Little, Casandra, and the Boy
Who Cried Wolf maybe
owned reason sound ding doom
and gloom alarm, and ignored
at their own peril,
when subsequent "FAKE" fume
issued turned out to be bigly,
yuge fire and fury
actual threat didst loom
(way before Trump
coopted those elicit terms),
and truly aye wonder
no lawyer got
called for said room
errs, which revision would
make them more apropos
for today and tomb
morrow, when generations
of future boys and girls,
yet tubby conceived
in the womb
hence law suits would result
into bajillion dollars
costs would zoom.
Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 12:44 AM UTC
was that an ache
or a pain
hold on a sec
here it comes again
if i had
to give it a name
it definitely
would be a pain
now to guess
where it comes from
up or down
back to front
in or out
out to lunch
points in-between
is my hunch
can it be helped
with advil
or do i need
something stronger still
to try and take
the pain to nill
or at least
bend it's will
this ache that i
now know as pain
that makes its way
into my brain
that is the best
at playing games
disappears
shows up again
it's such an ache
to deal with pain
Jun 10, 2018
Jun 10, 2018 at 9:44 AM UTC
She lingers in my mind
Like soap around a basin
Light, bubbly and fragrant
As time begins to hasten.
Years go by but still
Her face is in my mind
This happens against my will
And in my daily grind.
My feelings for her are nill
Yet she appears in images still
I wonder why I think of her?
I wonder what these thoughts are for?
Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 1:30 PM UTC