Car gone, home gone,
Job gone, reputation gone
LOVE brought me to nothing
Feelings in check, mouth muzzled
Actions slow and sure
LOVE brought me nada
Spiritual warfare raging
Attacks constant, unknown secured
LOVE brought me...null
In the losing, I gained
Intangible gifts
Experienced, but not gauged
In the losing, I learned
Holding until safe
Released, but not tracked
In the losing, I expanded
Occupying territory
Acknowledged, but not possessed
...balance in operation
Written by Trudy Schrader on 08-22-2026
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16--17--18
1--2--3
3--2--1
about 600 million years ago, with major complexes like the Lynn Volcanic Complex, Mattapan Volcanic Complex, and Middlesex Fells Volcanic Complex forming bedrock, visible as resistant rock formations in areas like the Blue Hills
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The Strobe of Null
"A Leaps of Fourths and Fifths"
the scene in the newly exopy-resinned floor
was of the galaxy she destroyed.
Commissioned by darkseid and lex Luthor
Wriiten By Darksied
Arraged by L. Luthor
Courtsey of Strang Album Co.
NULL
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Déjà vu, a strange, fleeting sensation—moment eerily familiar,
Parallel realities bleed into one another, align, and then bewilder.
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.
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
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
My eyes burn
this website has many glitches.
come kiss me goodnight:
comfort only.
we choose to reject
the null hypothesis
when it is true,
but why I still love you leaves
no alternative
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.
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