Nihilism Poems - Poems about Nihilism

You plunge your fist into the creeping milieu of the ice cube by your ‘20s daydream. Does it not hurt? but it does, and you quickly retreat, surrendering to primal, human instinct. Your skin is not bland, but sticky with fear and blank expressions and wistful thinking, you disgust dogs. Does the rainy tapestry’s ambient face not disturb you? but it does,...

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How to describe in words What i feel? The piano it can spill The music of my heart. But to share the soul in prose? Piano keys are not enough for me They sing of my soul the colour the feel Never the goddam juicy meat. Must i cut myself up? Feed the earth with my many pieces. Finally rise...

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It's all in your head. It's all in your mind. One day, you'll be dead. One day, you'll be hard to find. We say, "we wish we could fly." We say, "Give us some time." They'll work you till you die, They'll work you till you commit a crime. Freedom is only in your head. Freedom is only in your mind...

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I found the monster in the mirror, fleshed stitched with the fear of guilt, a puppet bound by veins. With whispers of rot beneath each breath. I fed it well, fed it lies, fed it fear, greased its tongue with my own deceit. Till the shadows spoke in cadence with my voice and I knew...

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To be yourself-ish Or to be yourself-less That is the question: It's like not knowing yourself to be “yourself” that you'll be everyone else but you But knowing yourself that being yourself cause all but hurt for you If they know themselves they’ll save themselves by knowing they can't save you So you think to yourself To end yourself to spare them the truth But don't refuse yourself and...

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Why does he provoke me to anger? He stalks among us - with his song - a wolf's grin His inimicality beckons like a hawk's talons, luring prey to certain death Yet he imparts wisdom to those who bleed Beware! his insights twist like a pit of pepper x vipers; devouring souls He spins tales of survival and primal instinct Beneath the façade lies decay concealing...

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Every tourist shares a trait; they're walking, talking, f*cking bait Who fog up our Earth's finest places With fat wallets and fat f*cking faces If you live in a City or by the sea I'm sure you'll likely, mostly agree; These scavengers of our landscape may pay cash but leave in their wake a disgraceful dash I admire their carelessness; why should I have...

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How do you feel about; every day, Usually nine to five, Doing something that you hate Just to stay alive? Your car, your house, etcetera, The bills that all come too, Surely everything you need Depends on what you do I work to do as little as possible; F*ck the world and its rules. I've done whatever the f*ck I like For most of my...

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I Feel I've gone from red to black Tell the devil Tell the devil Get off my back I Tripped and fell and acted foolish I think I'm done But I'm still going through it I think I'm done But I'm still going through it... I feel I'm going from Red to Amber Don't let them think You're just...

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I could fill a bottle with air, sunken by liquid depression. A matter so densely populated. by false hope and worthless thoughts. I cower to my need to feel this way, for this was the path I chose. and...

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Invisibly tortured courtesy existential nihilism Psyche wracked with agony impossible mission to extricate lovely bones they wanna remain permanently abed. I chiefly function to amass knowledge courtesy assiduously, habitually, and judiciously reading an eclectic assortment of written material. Yours truly woke with ambition, disposition, inclination, and predilection to glean from an assortment of books esoteric learning since... birth, but particularly when experiencing emerging adulthood about two score years ago. Feeble attempt...

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Extremely overwhelming enthusiasm, with life depressing sarcasm. Nihilism at its finest, I forgot what's the feeling of best. The more life goes further, The more it gets darker. What's the point in you and me, When at the end of the day we are just gonna flee. When I walk through the crowd, I can only hear myself aloud. I am deeply frozen and...

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Extremely overwhelming enthusiasm, with life depressing sarcasm. Nihilism at its finest, I forgot what's the feeling of best. The more life goes further, The more it gets darker. What's the point in you and me, When at the end of the day we are just gonna flee. When I walk through the crowd, I can only hear myself aloud. I am deeply frozen and...

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In shadow's tomb— A dim, aimless flicker... Void's grip, timeless claims all. Fantomsound: life's song is just a cognition in the null. Rain, pain— Stardust, dust, flesh patternless on oblivions loom. Decay's dance a molderwaltz, Fingers grasp at phantoms no hope Peace in the abyss's open arms. Not… Unveiled—darkness, despair's shroud enigma's veil. Hearts, no soul, toll; unpaid. Dreams surrendered. Woe's tale on wastesphere's icy breath. Void's sigh, Sun...

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There was once a penguin who thought That religion and morals were naught, As he swam in cold water He thought, "Boy, I oughta... Do something, but I don't know what.”...

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