Name Nothing Poems

I'm lying on bed.
Feeling dead.
Eyes wide-opened.
Staring at a point,
Where I'm not even looking at.
Absent.
Thinking nothing. But,
Contemplating terribly everything.

I would rather,
Close my ears,
Dodging that particular voice,
Speaking...

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When I am nothing, a no one,
when nobody remembers my name -
will you give me a purpose to remain?

When I can no longer run,
will you...

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They walked around the pond
speaking of the beautiful lotes
she told a story of someone From her youth
about the legend of "Apache Tears"
a man who cried...

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The invitation spelled my name
“Eileen,” which I don’t do.
We’ve never met the bride and groom;
Her parents, though, we knew.

We skipped the wedding; sent a gift.
The...

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Outside and elsewhere
existence is a leaf on a deep blue river;
a long night has set it free to bob and tumble
as an upturned mirror caught...

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To the outdoor world she appears okay
Smoke and mirrors played everyday
But behind closed doors violence is rife
Of a womans brutal down-trodden life.

Nothing she says or...

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Let’s explore things and no-thing
Where no-thing is not an object
How then may it be recognised
Unless the manifest we reject

Let us look at boundaryless space
It is...

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Nothing gold can stay
It's simply had away
People want what's yours
Catch you unawares
Hide your prized possession
Or it'll be someone else's obsession 
That's what it's like, living...

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"The first time that I saw you, dear, we both were wearing swimsuits...I was pushin' twelve years old and you were pushin' ten...
And, bad as...

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i have a bubble of nothingness
growing relentlessly inside
taking up more and more room
till i just pray it will explode

this nothingness might
have a name or it...

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The west went in guns blazing to help their fellow man
In Syria against the Islamic State and in Iraq and Afghanistan
They brought an end to...

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On Wednesdays I get angry,
and on Thursdays I make pots,
and then I am no longer angry.

When I’m angry I blast Buddy Holly—
but I keep the...

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Okay, all read what you write
That gives you great delight
You glorify every poetic site
By proving your musing might

You attract lots of views
Great fame, you produce
You...

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ALL ABOUT NOTHING

Long before modern nihilism
Plato spoke of khora, 
the receptacle of nothingness 
as the existential foundation
of all things shown and known.

Nonsense, the men of...

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Nothing comes to a sleeper but a dream 

I feel asleep 
Not once but twice 
Sometimes I feel I slept on my life 
I always...

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