Best Nothingness Poems

~I wore your skin~

Brother, I wore your skin last night
Nothing but friction, blood -dry ink
Announcing a crush "Silence by the Sky!"
Integrity denied, endangered enemy

Brother, I...

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I could have cried like a bride at a funeral
Bled out, dry. I could have but I was already
dehydrated...I

i think of you

I wish someone could...

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With a sigh summer citrine sky turned green 
spontaneously into existence. 
Autumn's palette adds changes and are seen
to its systematic experience.

Stars shiver in fear on...

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Remember me...

A  fresh sweet scent

of  last gardenia

on yesterday's linen sheets

Remember me...

A cherry bud

in your backyard orchard

revealing  first pink shades

in once upon a...

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On the day our eyes open to the prism of the sun

On that day, Winter solitude  would be gone

The avalanche of differences melts into...

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It is thirty six years ago, and I am with her in the garden,
where July is a picnic of egg sandwiches, cress-stippled,
fuzzy-downed peaches, yellow-tangy lemonade.
Her...

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Upon the arc rises familiar visage of tenebrous dawn
As birdsongs protest, yet another day gone wrong,
In anguish of emptiness thrashing~ stygian, forlorn,
Screaming relentlessly of despondent,...

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I asked you what I have done wrong
But there is no response - just a stony silence
No words can convey my guilt, my inner sadness

This...

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This is what it feels like to have your heart racing 
and not knowing when or if it will ever slow down.
Your fatigued body can...

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Walls of silence hold,
 Me prisoner,
The child held within,
 Cries out for release.
Relative solitude comforts, 
Not the tortured soul,
Inward coiling withdrawing,
 Deep inside. 
Shedding its...

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The Malkavian..Part 1

His mind has all the meaning of a madman that is screaming
Tortured and tormented, a life lived to be lamented 
His family, drained...

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A visitor—
icicle fingers
tapping on my windows' pain—
white blanket in tow

Hurting enough, I paid him no mind
so he kept tap, tap, tapping
‘til cobweb-like cracks appeared:
a final,...

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Let us embrace
like twilight kisses the sun goodnight.
Indulge in hues of scarlet, crimson and lilac,
until the salutation of stars .

In the nothingness of silence,
our souls will...

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(1A.)
Doomed To Feel That Bite And Hear Serpent's Wicked Hiss

Beyond mingling of Light, Matter, Human thought
reams of coils within darkest abyss are there caught
denied rays...

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. I am the moon

hanging solitary in the sky

watching sails fluttering by

breathlessly against the wind.

I'm just a rock ,dark,unknown

without a light that is my own.

Yet...

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The Old Dark House

This tale of “The Old Dark House” is one that’s replete with a
most horrid sense of pure evil and macabre, and is...

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Celtic Dreams

The Celtic dreams come forth through auric visions of an all-seeing eye. 
An ancient calling where the mystic rivers flow down a rugged mountain
while...

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I’ve distanced myself
I didn’t mean to
Didn’t set out to do it
An unconscious act of the mind 
For self preservation

My visits went to once a week
Sunday...

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We are the generation
of discontinued imagination.
With our twisting words
you’ll drink in
desperately.
Our beautiful stories
spun from the nothingness.
Shadows of hope
glimmering in the distance.
Farfetched aspirations
that will never be...

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Dancing In Horror With Fate In Blackest Abyss
Collaboration with Kurt Ravidas

I walk mountain storm, step out to cut deep its edge
forever tempting that fall from...

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Nirveda (sansk.) - aversion to existence

"The existent there is no cessation". Bhagavat Gita, 2.16



Addicted to existence, I may slain
or, maybe, they may slain me. I...

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Dancing In Horror With Fate In Blackest Abyss 
Collaboration with Robert J. Lindley 

I walk mountain storm, step out to cut deep its edge
forever tempting...

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This is my last confession, there will be no more.

I am impercipient and slow from last night's sleeping pill,
wincing away from the harshness of day.
Kitchen...

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"A woodland path in the dappled sun, hushed and quiet "

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