"noth" poems
I hope you regret breaking
my tiny fragile heart into a million and one
splintered shards of bitter/sweet, broken memories
just as much as I regret fall\ing for you and that ever-
present sparemint scent/that seems impossible
to shake off of my mi\nd as much as I try
and off of my/ lips, which
are noth\ing but
dry.
- g.d.
Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 6:00 PM UTC
Barrage of societal Pressure,
The quicksand beneath Success.
Who paves the way
To the narrow curves with thorns,
Family or Foes?
Thin air provides the deceitful mask of comfort
Nothing is real.
Life is as dead as a shadow
With a surreal ghost. Supported by a strand
We are all dark matter. We are Rusty.
Yet we hold on to hopeless Hopes
And dark dreamy dreams.
We are noth' but puppets.
Who is the puppeteer?
Who decides the end?
For now, we swing to the strings of manipulation
Until this shadow fades into the dark Light.
Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 8:47 PM UTC
never ending love
never ending lov
never ending lo
never ending l
never ending
never endin
never endi
never end
never en
never e
never
neve
nev
ne
n
no
not
noth
nothi
nothin
nothing
nothing l
nothing la
nothing las
nothing last
nothing lasts
nothing lasts f
nothing lasts fo
nothing lasts for
nothing lasts fore
nothing lasts forev
nothing lasts foreve
nothing lasts forever.
Jan 17, 2018
Jan 17, 2018 at 1:22 AM UTC
Please Open and see
Sweet Dreams
No! Don´t worry, gone will
be the ni gh tmare s.. . when you
turn ar oun d, an oth er dream
will imme dia tely come...
I have an eye on you
all night long.
From my seat, you can´t
really hear me. I´m sure you
you won´t. But you should seriously
know that I´m always here. Noth ing will happen
to you ... I´m yo ur guardian ... bu t not an ordinary
one. I´m the sweet little...
Teddy Bear
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 6:26 AM UTC
I am
dry, high
slowly blinking
my mouth can't fathom
this whiplash of an after taste
experienced through experience
the taste of hatred wrapped in anguish
so masterfully disguised with sly
sarcasm rippling off that side
smirk creeping on angles
in darkness ebbing
into the noth-
ing-ness
I am
s.q.
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 10:31 PM UTC
Why do we treat each other this way?
Feels like our words are only a chain . . .
Sister-chained
why do you
treat me this way?
Sister-chained
How do I
get you to change?
Sister-chained
why oh why?
Oh why, even today,
I'm sister-chained?
Noth-ing but pain,
Born to be sisters except for this pain,
That pain, the words, pain it remains. . .
Sister-chained
conflict between us al-ways remains,
conflict between us remains.
Sister-chained
unchain your hearts for love.
Oh woe,
Sister-chained
How do I
get you to change?
unchain your hearts for love.
Oh woe,
Oh woe. . .
Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 11:27 PM UTC
In this public park, sits he
Quietly: eternal at solo play.
Gnarled hand moves the pieces, so regal
As he plans fortuitous moves ahead.
No wonder how Time sits and waits
Patient: twisted branches overhead.
Reaching: draping its coolness
Unmoving design, just to offer and give
Wanting nothing in return
Wanting noth-thing in return.
Almost unseen in the park
A broken butterfly of dre-eams.
I join the solitary player
So undeterred: he opens the window
Such a clear, blue sky over me
And pierces right through the heart of me.
Three more pieces fall and leave the board
Wondering: I have grown cold, in a warp.
Blunt words, how they close the door!
Are you alive?
Are you alive?
Are you alive?
He said: Are you alive?
Time rises tall, unleashes Truth wrapped
Are you alive?
Are you alive?
Dashing too quickly through the Now
His green pupils fall into my lap....
And in the cloud-light, a tempest rages
Changing: galloping queen high on the southern wind
And lifts the dying breeze beyond.
Some steps cannot be undone
Choose: the path of the solitary player
Who chases not, yet moves at the speed of night.
Are you alive? ONE of us....is not.
In this public park, sits he
Quietly: eternal at solo play.....
Star Toucher, 01 April 2013
Apr 1, 2013
Apr 1, 2013 at 4:22 AM UTC
it all rings through me like tinnitus.
this is why I don't come home. every
where else hosts a myriad of other w
orlds to become intermingled with - p
laces to lead myself away from the so
ur crystal of my mind. now it's dim a
nd no one expresses love to me. I am a
lone, gazing at the facebook dash like
an approval ***** - unaccepted. loiter
ing around in other peoples lives and th
ey don't really want me. i don't want m
e either. i become afraid to bring it up -
that i enter my room and see your smile
slice through the darkness in recognition
that
these are the same sheets we lay on toget
her. i begin to contemplate your words i
have fallen out of love with you and i de
serve it. i still consider suicide an option as
i think of everything you did to dice my so
ul into smaller portions you could swallow,
digest, and **** out like they all meant noth
ing. i gave you everything, i gave you every
inch of my darkness on a white fine dine ch
ina plate and it was because you were more
than my lover - you were my best friend an
d significant other. i shared it all with you - t
urned over every single rock and illuminated
every nook and cranny only to understand th
e shattering honesty of love. *you hold my ver
y essence to my temple like a pistol and strip e
very inch of me bare but it's only because i let y
ou and it's only because i deserve it and every w
ord you uttered makes me gaze in the mirror wi
th disgust and the thought that silence lies where
silence rides and it's where the ride is over.
Oct 20, 2013
Oct 20, 2013 at 10:22 PM UTC
FAILURE. NO GOOD. NOTHING. WORTHLESS.
LOSER. FAILURE. NO GOOD. NOTHING. WOR
THLESS. LOSER. FAILURE. NO GOOD. NOTHIN
G. WORTH
LESS. LOSE
R. FAILURE.
NO GOOD.
NOTHING. WORTHLESS. LOSE
R. FAILURE. NO GOOD. NOTH
ING. WORTHLESS. LOSER. **FAIL
URE.** NO G
OOD. NOT
HING. WO
RTHLESS. L
OSER. **FAIL
URE.** NO G
OOD. NOT
HING. WO
RTHLESS.
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 4:34 PM UTC
To you, I was nothing
To you, I was nothin
To you, I was nothi
To you, I was noth
To you, I was not
To you, I was no
To you, I was n
To you, I was
To you, I wa
To you, I w
To you, I
To you,
To yo
To y
To
T
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 11:18 PM UTC
Let them spill their worth
Of beloved righteousness
Let them soak the soil of such vanity
Let their hollow hearts decry the stars
Where death devours this very breath
Let loose the whaling of hidden drums
And the trumpets that sound from depths above
Let agony free through the fires that burn our air and drink our waters dry
Let them cry at the feet of nothing
Cry of nothinnnng
Noth
innng
As it drains them dry
Mar 4, 2013
Mar 4, 2013 at 11:28 PM UTC
my self value
is nothing
my love for
myself
is still, nothing
noth-ing /pro: not anything; no single thing.
the dictionary finally
has a word that describes
the way I have been feeling
about the life inside me
I can't help
but to hate
the person
that I've
allowed myself
to become
im feeling nothing
and I am nothing
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 9:16 PM UTC
You acquire wealth and power,
At the expense of the masses.
And then you cover your tracks,
Telling us you’re rebranding.
When we catch you in your vile business,
You wriggle out your way, urging for dialogue,
Mutual understanding…
Wails and cries, how long will your people die?
Your silence is enough for us to believe you don’t even care.
You spin the truth, how many more media houses do you intend to buy?
You assure us the evil will be curbed,
And then the next blast, exponentially multiplies our fears…
They run ragged with their belief, satiating their bloodlust,
How long do you intend to bury mutilated remains, body parts and bone dust?…
Ending lives all for the reason that they made the Sign Of The Cross?
Chronicles of fraud, colossal distrust uncertainty,
Underhandedness, all to get the masses misinformed…
How can you let this happen?
How do you live with yourself?
How do you manage to keep sane when your whole life is false?
And all this for what?
When you lie so much, the truth becomes a blur?
In the end, my dear friend,
Like the rest of us, the earth will swallow you whole.
And then, there’ll be no king.
For after death, all your wealth,
All your thrills, comforts and bliss,
Will be noth’…
For you’ll join the assembly of the forgotten.
And like the traveler and the woman of easy virtue,
Vanity will end its fling…
Dec 27, 2017
Dec 27, 2017 at 6:33 AM UTC
all love
through
the crisply murdered toto
of uncouth faces
(FALL) i want to sing
inside you once again
each crimson bending
of vein
the accidental flower
of my hips
some death living
more hotly lathered
in young stupid
lovely dumb lips,
(noth shaping)
unelected silence
that sings to me:
i might feel O'
your primrose hands,
whose palate
,in plushy sward,
cannot house
or unhouse
the lord,.
'
,
'
,
'
'
;
.
Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 3:41 PM UTC
I peered into the nothing,
and in the nothing there, -was nothing...
I meditated softly, on darkness did I think.
Straining to see deeper and thereby caught a wink.
"No it's really there?" -To myself I said, "Tis' something?"
There is something there, no I see, there isn't nothing?
And suddenly I realized that everything I knew wasn't really something and never was it new? Never would I seek again to dwell on darkness -think, never would I ever wonder;
"What was in that noth-thing?"
Never would I hope to find that something was in nothing; for nothing is just nothing. Never would I seek again to find something in the nothing.
That darkness overwhelming, that Abyssimal Sea,
And sometimes something's in the nothing, there’s something there, you see?
And when staring in the darkness sometimes you cannot get free...
For sometimes seeking something in the
Nothing
...and nothing you will be.
Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 12:32 PM UTC
I had heard legends and tales
Whispered in dark taverns
Of a far off place
Few living men had seen
Of those that had seen
That strange and dreadful realm
Only one had returned
And not with his mind
Far across the sea
Beyond the narrowly passable
Rock spires of Nyalta
Lies that ancient hollow place
I had only heard its name
Spoken softly a few times
And it was never uttered
Without a hint of fear
Tahhor-Noth
That primordial temple city
Built by antediluvian hands
At the very edge of the world
A far off sense of dread
Covered me just thinking
About the long abandoned city
And what it might conceal
But in the end I had no choice
As this was the destination
Of my small company
And our single ship
Which we would set sail with at dawn
To cross the foaming sea
Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 12:54 AM UTC
who could have gotten
this far without nothing
if nothing is all that you've got
this much of nothing
is a fur piece from something
when nothing is not a whole lot
who hit the spot
in the middle of "noth"
and added their on "ing"
bringing to mind
nothing short of its kind
in an effort to do something
if you tried to erase
the vast empty space
would there be anything left at all
writing on the wall
says there's nothing like heeding the call
so perhaps nothing is something after all
Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 8:51 AM UTC
I loathe shucking clothes,
(no matter eyes severely myopic)
in preparation for here goes
another warm shower quickly
relaxing this senescent
body ready to doze
soon after lathering
this blubbery body
most unwanted fat grows
on me, no matter healthy diet
of worms, or how I stand,
not so easy add a pose
zing losing battle – Mary Jo's
if and geeze us of bulge ill flattering
particularly quiverly, sans white
"WALL" tire tread fully goes
steely belted around lower
abdominal area like lava floes
siring unsightly expose
yore squishy Jew dish priestly
punchy,plasma paunchy, gristly...
pillow like marshmallows
fittingly, rotundly soundly
identical with other schlep
tin (tin tabulation) grungy hobos,
this lap ****** lard (lord) Who Lee
bemoaning, how ilk readily knows,
where unwanted bulky flab...
most detested - hence Corp Yule Lance
leaves noth thin to noblesse oblige,
know bull eats obese,
anorexia nervosa or chance
barking out orders reminiscent, when he
hapt tubby a caller at
weekly square and/or contra dance,
now requisitioned to insulate
and excessively enhance
body electric can be mushed
into likeness of fleshy France
or repurposed into expanse
resembling any country,
whose name Kants
be easily pronounced, and historical
events glommed together recognizable
as Ataturk with a lance
bequeathed to rule World advance
sing gluttony as his divine providence,
thus requires deep dish allegiance
(non - fiber - binding contract)
for eats and make decadent
every fleshpot gourmand
stretching cellular skein to capacitance
bestowing guaranteed deliverance
with their rolling
ballooning massive circumference
into orbit with Earthly moon officiant
eternal fondue irrelevance!
Mar 4, 2019
Mar 4, 2019 at 11:32 PM UTC