"nothigness" poems
Was it a tiny coloured line,
was it a black endless nothing.
A bunch of lights, twisted, flipped and drifting
A mass of them, and among this nothigness, a shadow
It had its own charisma,
its own shape
its own personality
It shined, though black
It crumbled, though strong,
and jumped, cheerful,
but it was far,
and the brief and narrow coloured line widened
Days went by, so did people
Did friends, did more than friends, did girlfriends
None of them, full or empty, fulfilled that shape
Nor did they dislike me
I even loved some,
but I didn't
And when I found her,
the woman in the shadow shape,
dreamed I in peace
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 11:40 AM UTC
The path you walked into
Left you for some
Footsteps of a goddess that we were
Never fond of her existence
He left you on the road
Oh, beautiful landscapes of all
Such green trees, such brown leaves
Do you wonder how I wonder?
Wanderlust- collecting dust of the
Wasted weeks we had of
Nothigness.
Apr 18, 2019
Apr 18, 2019 at 9:38 AM UTC
*Knowing that soon
We will be one
Within the breath
Which we call life
A connection tied
A moment promised
Summer will see our love
The scent
Upon your skin
Reminds me
Oh how I longed to be
Once more held captive lookking into
The mirror
Looking into self
You see
The dust has gone
The fire of damnation has subsided
Into a nothigness
So complete
I trust in all that love is
I move around you
Encircling
Moving forward within
And to you
Treasures are glittering
In moments yet to be lived*
Dec 30, 2012
Dec 30, 2012 at 12:39 PM UTC