No. 75

Hooray! More emo, existential, middle school poetry! 

Modified: Fri 11 Jun 2004 12:32:30 AM EDT

http://www.fictionpress.com/s/1547830/1/Searching (03-10-04)

This one has two reviews. One by Jazzy (2005-01-17): 

"Something from the original abyss" "All balances equal to zero" Xer0 AbysS!

heehee i feel smart... Danny i have decided that it is unhealthy how good you are at writing. no fair! i wanna be amazing too!!

(My AIM screen name was Xer0 AbysS)

And one by Robin (2004-12-04): 

See? I told you that you were better than me, silly goose aicha!

Searching…

All this time I’ve been searching,

For something right under my nose.

The answers are right in front of my face.

That something never comes,

Never goes,

It never is,

Never was,

Never will,

Never lead to something.

Ever goes,

Ever is,

Ever was,

Ever will,

Ever leads to nothing.

Never goes,

Ever faces,

What the rest will.

Searching for nothing,

A nothing of something.

Something from the original abyss.

The nothingness from which all began.

All balances equal to zero.

So there really is nothing.

Something has to come,

Has to give up sometime.

So I go on,

Driven by nothing,

And I keep on looking,

For something,

That’s nothing,

That I don’t even know what it is.

But something keeps me going,

Without a reason.

So help me.

Continue my search,

My journey for me.

All lives to die.

But life fears death.

No way to stop the inevitable.

Something that is bound to happen,

Happen in time.

So stop time and erase all,

And prevent the unpreventable.

All will fade,

To an endless shade,

Of lifeless nothing,

Life defined to a blanket of gray,

Looking for a needle in a pile of hay,

Weighed to lay,

Behind the skies of day,

No way to pay,

No sun shone a single ray,

Like a single cookie on a tray,

A small child looking to play,

Go without delay,

A sheep killed with one last bray.

Fighting a dragon you are unable to slay,

Blinded by the way,

To nobody you pray,

Can’t think of what to say,

And nothing is okay.

Black no white in the zero world.

Searching for something in a huge mass of nothing.

This is the zero world.

Everything is balanced,

Equivalent to nothing.

But there is something.

It’s all there.

Yet equal to nothing.

So search on,

And find the answer that lures us.

Fulfill the question that drives us.

And reward us with the true knowledge,

Self-awareness,

Consciousness,

Pain of knowing.

Let your mind go.

Find

The

Truth

-Daniel Piccirillo

 Here's an especially colorful one. Modified: Wed 26 May 2004 04:59:38 PM EDT

http://www.fictionpress.com/s/1549384/1/Crimson_Flow (03-12-04)

This also has two reviews. One if by someone who i don't know, Arayuldawen
(2004-03-12): 

wow, awesome poem. I like the rhyme scheme. It flows very nicely, from line to line, word to word. Good job. Lots of imagery.
~Arayuldawen~

And the other is by a "Lizard" who's profile no longer exists but whom i can only assume is Lizzy. (2005-07-08): 

this is one of the ones you read to me.Lovley way to get me to sleep, eh?it would give me plesant dreams.

but it has a wonderful flow to it.

fyi, if you were anyone else I'd worry about your...sanity. and I really would think you're depressed.

you know, I still do. worry about you, that is.oh whatever.love you! even if I don't always act like it.

“Crimson flow”

Crimson flow
Crimson flow

Drain my blood.
And don’t let go.
Let me dangle by my toes.
Hang me upside down to use me as a mark for bows.
Let the blood drip down below.

Crimson flow
Crimson flow

Down though the ground it shows,
The way on past where winds blow.
Start as a seed soon to grow,
To be a tree as now you know.

Crimson flow
Crimson flow

Blood red eyes with nothing there,
Emptied souls and spirits glow,
The killers hand may not be of a foe,
Just as much as a snail goes slow.

Crimson flow
Crimson flow

Time ticks on,
And the sun sets low.
Shadow roses tied together by a blood-dyed bow.
On your white shirt my blood stains show,
But you can hide the knife,
Without a hello.

Crimson flow
Crimson flow

Slit my throat,
Rip my heart from my chest,
Let my mangled soul go.
Put my spirit to rest,
Let my blood flow,
That crimson flow
Crimson flow

This process is taking forever. Copying my local copy on my laptop to Google docs and then to blogger and linking to fictionpress. *sigh*