Best Null Poems
we choose to reject
the null hypothesis
when it is true,
but why I still love you leaves
no alternative
My eyes burn
this website has many glitches.
come kiss me goodnight:
comfort only.
Tumbling, whirling are the sounds of gears
The wheels spin, turn generate; electricity
A well-oiled machine or perplexed finery called the human mind
Irrelevant, an idea has sprouted like seasonal plants coming to life
Gone again, the sun has vanished beneath its shield of lightening and fierce clouds
A perfect day for a drifting pessimist
The day has brought a surprising horror destroying from the inside
Though like a brick, cold and unmoving, he steels his face and embraces for impact
To witness once again the sight of watching his mother cry
Weighs too deep, too deep
Just enough to feel his own eyes swell and feel the watery self-induced rain fall silently
Depression, has it really hit; a sickness without the symptoms?
Everyday life, it’s enough to distract the normal human
But then again, this pessimist is far from normal
Dispersed to the deepest horizon of imagination
There is no greater comfort than being surrounded by the illustrious illusions in your head
Nor is there a greater demise than being fooled by those very illusions
Questions, the key to curiosity
Questions, the guide to becoming a genius
But when questions collide with a silent mind, what does it conclude
An anonymous genius with a tendency to be a dunce verbally
Thus the story has already been told while the pot-holes are all awaiting the chance to be filled
Sorry the satisfaction is dismissed
While infatuation is still the chauffer in this limo labeled reality
Where there’s reality often misery follows like a loyal dog
Focus, where tends to be the focus
Sadly elsewhere
A well-oiled machine with the flaws of a general man
A notion desperately attempted to run quickly away from
Individuality, an individualist at best
Accompanied with pessimist, illusionist
Adjectives with valuable meanings
Apologies…humble apologies
A knot in my chest, twisting and contorting
Prevents the words to come out right
The distraction sent to erase all torturous things
Null and void
Buzzing like a thousand bees in strong pleasure to attack and sting
And like 10 bags of ice lingers a chill so cold
Simultaneously felt when seeing the tears of a mother simply fall
Don’t allow such a thing to be viewed anymore
Just…Just don’t
The empty air of the cosmos, sucking every life of void. You feel nothing, and
yet, emptiness feels you. With deadened eyes that search nullity as if though the
very nonexistence would apparate before your very own gaze. With Shadowed
ground and fathomable dusk. Light, which, may not even glow, is as an eclipse, light
hidden by walls of the mind. The cage of mental lies, you may call up, bring forth the
sanity that you question. Insanity in Lunacy swallows up the mind.
With no one to rely on, when no one is compelling enough to to trust, the mind
falls apart in the darkness of thought. Ears, muffled of words and screams, rush and
reel with the silence of the unbalance. Hands pulling, grasping, straining, to rip you
apart, to hear your scream. Yet, no sound emanates from your throat. The pulling,
grasping, and straining hands cause a dull ache. The scarring claws and nails are soft
fingers against cold skin. Thrashing movements, ones you cannot understand, you
register as your own. Screams filling mute ears, stifled sobs of desist now are clear in
the smothered ears as water in a crystalline glass. Melancholy hidden in the words,
singing out in pain.
Bright walls seemed dulled, voices drowned out by grief-filled silence. Cold air,
rushing through the empty space between lungs and skin, between cloth and flesh,
warmth leaving your very being frozen. Not finding one fraction of detail to take in as
solace in the darkness of this gloom. Crying out as If you were able to find an anchor
and hold on. Said anchor is nowhere in sight as dark as the blackness of night, you
cannot see. In this mind of mental lies, everything is as an illusion. Reality is just as
cold and foreboding as the dusk of light when the dark of your shadows begin to
creep out to spread black fingers of cold, into your very soul.
I actually wrote this when I was in 7th Grade, what do you guys think?
We were supposed to choose and emotion and right it out, I chose the Null of
Emotion, or simply, the emptiness of them.
nothing
happened
today
but
should
expect
it?
Lousy thoughts of a bored mind sitting on a empty chest listening to a hollow motor.
I want to be sedated; the song is playing the tune but the actual meaning is willing full.
Kkkk: the sound on my tongue smacking against the roof of my mouth...it wants a playmate...
Every day feels the same, the same fills every day.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Bouncing ruins!
Adhesive stench!
Dumbfounding amnesia!
Dill filly should I just finger my brain(just as my body) to enjoy self effortless bliss?
Running around and stripping my clothes, so I could just bend over like a cat in heat.
Eating away at my skin, that has become dull and unappetizing even to my lingering eyes.
Avalanches are made by just the right amount of sound...
May I scream, so something of my unintellectual interest could come prowling in to entice me.
I
f
e
l
l
into the emptiness within my skull
and started dulling.
Numbing pain
Lost in ashes and dust
A small forgotten grain
Raped trust
Infection of the need
Tongue tide
The snakes need to feed
Dark side
Crushed state of mind
Lost bride
My eyes keep me blind
Soul dried
Dead thoughts in my mind
All died
I have lived many deaths
Through a many existence
Many worlds
Many times
I keep coming back
I am light reflected upon time
I am the universe looking for purpose
I am God stranded in the hourglass
I am before and after the singularity
I am the past learning It's the future
I am trapped fighting for meaning
I am Sisyphus but the hill keeps climbing
With a feeling the hill has a zenith
Only to keep going, existence is my prison
temporary release
When I make bond
And time leaves me behind
Only to find me again
I keep coming back
I go but I will always be back
In another world
In another time
Matter and antimatter
As death and as life
I really am the universe
Alpha and Omega
Omega to Alpha
I am always here in an instant
Aeon to Aeon
Man without End.
NULL
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Déjà vu, a strange, fleeting sensation—moment eerily familiar,
Parallel realities bleed into one another, align, and then bewilder.
To
The Unresolved Album cover with the null and void album
Cc
Involved parties in disputed acquittal
Bcc
Ownership of microfiche
Subject
“I let the fish go”
Dear concerned parties
(To whom it may concern)
After writing free verse for quite a few years, I am feeling my free verse is hurting me too much these days. Most of these are like daily writing, as I simply register the day to day in trivialities. Why will one care about your stuff anyway, if these are always tracing back to the ridicule zone, almost always? They were cathartic reasons, but they were never torturing this much, they were whence time was true.I hold no grudges, and I stop unfolding there, as I care deeply, and vulnerably.
Let them know. Let them grow.
Thanking,
A writer.
The race of null light
Cause defects to eye sight
Oh what a color of strong sign
Envictim dote with great sigh
In here lieth fear
My mind is the cradle for it shelter
To do, to see, to speak, to hear;
Fear delight to alter
Your sun is indeed friendly
Under the cool breeze there
Let our bond freeze here
Never to devolve
No matter what it may involve
Let the smiling sun of the sky
Wipe away the stain of our pain
Come along with me to the river banks
Let withdraw our smiles joy and happiness in bulks
Come on, let walk on a shallow sick summer
Let our happiness lighten our way further
Let keep the fame memories alive
And have a prosperous days ahead