Nothingness Stories

Yeah a poem I made. Well, I was bored because I felt nothing when I wrote this one. Not really my best, but if I make one again, maybe, I'll do my best. <3

I am. Yes, I am. But, who am I? Let's go on a journey to find the 'I'... Let's go to a journey beyond nothingness with science and spirituality...

In the beginning, it who is nothing is the one who started everything.

depressing lyrics about life

This is something I have been going through.I'm going to explain what it feels like and how it is in my own words.

Two different mind collided at thier bestfriend's wedding, where both happens to have same attitude but different beliefs, would their belief ever align? and why are they so against of eachothers beliefs?! Is there anyway that they are "The one" for eachother?! what if they're "The one" for eachother? are they ready to accept? let's find out about them through this journey of them! Enjoy the story!

The world is bleak. This room is bleak. I am bleak.

This is a preview of my upcoming short story, "Dawn of Absolute," about a girl (whose name is "Rosie" for now) struggling with apathy and a cold heart. Currently, the story is only 15% through its draft phase, and I don't want to reveal too much as many things will change. I am posting this, along with future previews, in hopes of gaining traction on this site. I want to boost my motivation to pursue my future career as a writer and develop a larger following once the story is finished. I apologize for the brevity of this preview, but expect more in the future. Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy! ♥

Luna was a regular girl until she started to eat a little to much then she started to lose the weight but not in a good way luna is fading from a thing called an eating disorder and she must learn to control the voices.

Ava Morales is just a normal girl living a normal life. But her life changes when ... well nothing happens to her or something does happen .

Uninspiring and food for a dark soul

Me is me And im not gonna change for anyone.

There's no such thing as make believe... Nor is there such a thing as imaginary... They are only titles for things to big to wrap your brain around... Things that are lost in the interest of adulthood... Could it be that the young are the smartest? Could it be that our future is in the hands of the youth? For sure, it would would only make sense, but what is sense really?

Ok this is just a place to put some of my poems that I am being forced to put on here even though some of them suck in my opinion. So if you want to go on then you have been warned

My writing is about me and me in the moment. I translate my thoughts, feelings and experiences into syllables on a page. That can sometimes be a lot for people. I write the truth and nothing less.

There comes a point, in your life, when you realize that later has come, tomorrow was yesterday, and the rest of your life is wasting away. That is the moment in which you must make a decision. Yourself or your family? A compromise, possibly? Are you working on your dream? Can you go after it? Do you own a dog? Have you found the one? What about your high school reunion? Have you been to that? Are you happy? Do you know what it means? Sometimes, some people realize that everything they've been working for during their lifetime is pointless. I suppose you could call this a mid-life crisis. But often, the so-called crisis is anything but that. The sudden change in lifestyle could be for their own benefit. Maybe it doesn't increase their overall happiness, but maybe it simply erases something toxic. These crises are what keeps the world interesting. Some people are meant to destroy good things to show the world there's more.

Dear Reader, "Nothing in this life lasts forever. Everything is temporary. Leaves that used to make us smile in the spring will soon fall down and we will forget that once, maybe long or maybe not a long time ago, we used to be happy. But this story isn't about what makes us sad. Because the winter will pass and we will see those spring leaves come alive again. And we will smile again. Just like we did many many times before. But then again, what is it about? Guess we'll have to figure it out together. Or I'll let you know once I'm back." She spent her life questioning her worth and her place in this world. Never knowing what to expect or what to hope for. Lost and confused, she wandered down the streets. They all looked the same. The streets, the buildings, parks, rivers, stations. They all looked the same. She was losing hope. She was losing everything. And then she woke up. Nowhere. To anyone, anywhere, any time. Written mostly in a form of diary, it's the story anyone can relate to. It sets no boundaries for age, race, religion or anything in between. The person in the story has no name or appearance. It's up to everyone's individual imagination. It can be you, your best friend, your neighbour or someone you've never met before. It's all up to the reader. This book shows that every single one of us is different. But we all have something in common. You're never alone. Or are you? Sincerely,

Don't really know yet what the summary is going to be yet so I will update this when I have finished with this story.