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Shattered mirror visions
Spew out of my ears
Poison corrodes my body
I become lifeless
A shell with nothing inside
Debranched from the tree
From it's lifeless life of nothingness
motionless
meaningless
nothingness
Until the open eyed stare
Comes and fills me with open door echoes
Feeds me the moon
That once rolled from my tongue
Knocks me out
Gives me chills
Until my head lands by my side
And sings the sleepless sound of sadness
Tucks me into my pocket of my thoughts
Until I awake
To find myself living
To find myself
Alive
I'M A FULL TIME *****.
A ******* *****.
A WORTHLESS PIG WITH NOTHING IN STORE.
NO SURPRISES,
NO LIFE,
NO MORE.
I HAVE NOTHING.
I AM A FULL TIME NOTHINGLESS *****.
For: Huxley Densen, Jenny Thoma
Maddii Lloyd May 2016
im fading slowly
into the backround
of nothingless

no one will notice
untill its too late

they wont care untill
its been broadcasted
across the news

with the headline
local girl takes own life
Let us run away to a place,where love is shared,
joy is spilled, happiness is made
Where life is all about delightful, magnificance ;
Where smiles are divine and eyes have innocence,
Where the tears in eyes shows the intensity of love ,
And the wounds are healed by the touch ;
Where loveliness increases ,
And it never passes to nothingless;
Where the morning happens just to greet us;
Where affection of our love tempt the sun to steal the warmth;
And the birds chirrup our name together in their songs .
Where river flows with the divine drink of love,
And the dolphins jump to chase our sweetness;
Where evenings comes to feel our presence;
Even the stars and moon twinkles to romance with us;
Where the sea beach waits,
And meetings of ours allures the waves;
Where the breaths of yours touches my sleep ;
And the dreams of your nights became the prayers of my mornings.
Where defeats of yours meets the flood of my assurance.
And these will be the glories of yours where I bow in obessinance;
And the pacing of your feet is heard in my heart .
Where I have your hand in hand,
And we walk to the end .
Where the time has no boundations;
And the love is free of all cannotions;
Where our love resembles the white horse of wings ,
And we ride over the hills.
Where the nature feels the bliss of our touch,
And we rejoice the butterflies in between;
Where we lie in the glaciers to welcome our death,
And we die together to live forever in the earth.
Where the air knows our smell and nurture our company,
And the flower blossom to tribute our love,
Where I am all yours and you are mine .
I have the place in my heart ,I ask you to come and reside
Loxlei Blaire Oct 2011
These summery days have lifted my heart;
This world and people did them depart.
For your company alone,
Many would bemoan.
And since it is so,
I still cry: it is a great loss that you are all gone.
Each soul that lifted mine so high above the trees
Have slipped their hold,
And now your loving souls are gone.
Some to the nothingless north,
Some to the sickly south,
And each tongue and mouth
So spread apart and out
That there is nothing left but silence
Where our words and thoughts used to loudly be.
And now what are my fallish days left with?
Just ambitious souls who care not for me,
But simply hasten to climb
As thunder rolls.
Alaska Dec 2013
I am laughing,
not beautiful,
tears squeezed out,
snorting and hiccupping
as I gasp for breath.
Perhaps it is beautiful
for its truth.

Sailing
faster and faster,
faster than I can
think
or breathe
or scream
to the dusty corners of the universe.

He swears
his eyes are mysterious
and I peer into them
to check,
but I know
they are not
for I fear the unknown.

Mid-air,
questioning
and pulling back
to save myself
but it is too late,
I have
lost control.

He watches
as I sit on the floor
singing loudly
as if I were alone.
Then
he joins in
and I am not alone.

Where am I going
What am I doing
Who
even
am I
If only
I knew...

Sunshine
and fingers laced together,
I smile
a small, small
smile
and give in.
He smiles back.

In this world
people are nothing.
Less than nothing.
Nothingless.
But he whispers
in my ear
and I am something.
My inner state is awful
i bleed  from my soul  
I' m doubtful and  it goes on
sure it  bothers  
i am in that nothingless
which has no name
a state of brain torture
who knows when it ends
see people dying  daily
injustice as it were a norm  
that is the cause of my troubles
that's an absurd world
while i'm incapable to react
against that state of events
makes my life awful to death    
that's an absurdity to live
in such an awful  world

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