Nothing to notice as lights dance upon the floor
But instead just jump, take it too far
I look up; there is nothing, nothing
Nothing to see as I watch the tiger
Beat the bird at intense games of chess
I turn right; there is nothing, nothing
Nothing to hear as the timer goes off
Another egg that wasn't cooked the right color
I leave the place; there is nothing, nothing
Nothing to know as the moon dulls it shine
As the sun gets fiercer but cruelly burns
I ignore the facts; there is nothing, nothing.
Nothing to feel as the band aid is ripped
From the very place my dog was buried
I numb myself; there is nothing, nothing
Nothing to taste as my mouth fills with juice
That I made myself, not really by choice
I close my eyes; we are nothing, nothing.
Nothing.
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Author:
therve (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is attempted to be written as if someone were tripping, such as on acid, and they see the harsh and horrific things from everyday life, but in fact we are the tripping person ignoring these everyday things as if they aren't real and just our brains tricking us, or tripping.
- Category: Surrealist
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