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Premium Member Meditation on Meaninglessness
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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Categories: nihilist, atheist, death, irony, nonsense,
Form: Free verse
The Nihilist Penguin
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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Categories: nihilist, animal, humor, light,
Form: Limerick



Nihilist Footsteps
Nihilist Footsteps I have always wanted... in the black on black silence the womb and the grave no respite is engendered no soothing harmony sung ...

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Categories: nihilist, confusion, desire, fear, hope,
Form: Free verse
Nihilist Dawn
There shall never be another dawn… Never another day to greet your family Or hold the ones you love dear You will never know the coming nightmare Or look into the eyes of damnation Never greet a great new day with optimism. Or know a benevolent god. There shall never be another dawn. Never again read the writing...

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Categories: nihilist, allegory, allusion, anger, angst,
Form: Free verse
Introducing, New - Diet Dr Dishwater: a Manifesto For a New Kind of Nihilist
What's the point of Dr. Dishwater? Well, what's the point of anything? The only thing that appears to have a concrete purpose is my car key - And I haven't been able to afford a car in years! Dr. Dishwater emphatically rejects anything that is not dishwater, and fully supports anything that is: And that's how...

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Categories: nihilist, angst, dark, hilarious, parody,
Form: Free verse



Nihilist Apathy
The rain pours down on the city. A sense of putrid disgust fills the air, as trash litters the streets and grime grows in every back alley. The clouds cast their shadows and the lack of saturation sucks the life out of everything and everyone. The rain adds depth to the highlights and shadows of...

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Categories: nihilist, addiction, april, city, dark,
Form: Prose Poetry
Nihilist
Nihilist Nihilist say we are here for no reason, say logic in fact has no chance, But we are born every season, to lowlife and better half dance, no memory of why do we suffer? No recall of love in the mist, hanged like the odd Cattle Duffer, the burn on me neck do insist, ironic we lack some good reason, door shut in the...

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Categories: nihilist, addiction,
Form: Ballade
Nihilist
Farcical, extravagant My birthmark is a scar A speckled blotch ... A spot of pox An icon from afar I'm an upstart, I'm an eyesore Ranting with a flair In a tempest, I'm a rabid bird Setting fire to the air As dauntless as a hellhag Unmoved by love or care I can hold up in a...

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Categories: nihilist, parody, philosophy, symbolism,
Form: Rhyme
Nihilist Eyes
After the heavy rain of bloodiest war Broken directions are in front where to go Nihilist eyes of visionary screen of boo Neither life nor death of the rest of war Victims are overbear to entomb the past How it is ignored had the war of last Victors insist to laugh and to cast Crimes against humanity will not blast Without minority called...

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Categories: nihilist, dark, freedom, grief, peace,
Form: Rhyme
I Am Not a Nihilist, But I'M Getting There
I am from solemn, vagrant, forgotten; from paper and cloth. I am from the Wheatland. A derelict gerdner, no longer tending the bud. I am from Nietzsche and Jaspers, from Mother and Father and Daughter. From nonsensical and ecoteric voice and curiostiy; The questions unanswered. I am from no where, wheat and rye. From the past; the scent and the...

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Categories: nihilist, childhood
Form: Free verse
The Nihilist - Eight: the Searcher
How high the moon in comparison To the depths in which I sink; How black the nightfall garrison, How black the thoughts I think. In every niche I see her, Every place I think I spy Glimpses of something proximate In peripheral white of the eye. I seek with fevered staring, I seek when...

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Categories: nihilist, life, loss, lost love,
Form: Verse
The Nihilist - Seven: Blood On the Moon
Embryos sing saddle-sore sonatas, beneath the despot eaves of chromium skies, reflecting black light down upon the harbours where ambition claws the air and slowly dies; and nighthawks scream a siren song of sadness, for all the lovers lost and ripped apart, their entrails steaming, scattered and decaying, cryogenic memories still the beating heart. Somewhere...

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Categories: nihilist, death, loss, lost love,
Form: Rhyme
The Nihilist - Six: Caged In a Wide Open Space
Stretched before shaven imagining, embedded in grey matter, glistening sparkles simmer, glint in muddy streams. And dreams come on cascading, traverse the emerald view, patchwork of fields stitched by olive brocade. As far as the eye may garner, landscapes forever spread, distance spills incessant, analytically dissociate. Caged in a wide open space, stand and stare and enfold, loneliness rules the hour for I and my captive self....

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Categories: nihilist, life, loss, mystery, philosophy,
Form: Blank verse
The Nihilist - Five: Dog-Tired Days
Parallel went the universe someplace along the line When autumn French-kissed winter with tongues of leaf and ice; The lamp-posts dripped drab amber with a dark and dreary shine, A devil's brew of garnished sleet, elemental egg-fried rice. Night caved long and colder as day fell short, sedate, And I felt somewhat older, in my heart a dying spark; Crying out...

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Categories: nihilist, death, loss, lost love,
Form: Verse
The Nihilist - Four: Don'T Look Now
A bad moon on the rise, Grinning like sour cheese, Drips a rivulet of blood, A groovy facial scar; On the canal rancid surface, Blacker than a witches’ bowel, It smiles back at itself, Death reflected from afar. Don’t look now, for Something wicked comes, Trailing rotten funeral wreaths, Along the catacomb way; And the bad moon surveys The handiwork of conscience, Turns the plastic red and slick, Predicting venous...

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Categories: nihilist, confusion, death, introspection, lost
Form: Blank verse

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