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of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
Lying in the quiet
I'm not sad
I'm not happy
I'm not angry

I'm just lying
there
lying there
awake
and quiet
and listening to
the sounds
of nothingness.

Then I smile
and I'm not sure
why
and I feel a tear
fall
and I don't know
where it
came from
or what sprung it

But my body can feel
before my soul
sometimes

I'm just lying here
staring blankly
at the cieling

Lying here
thinking nothing
special
in particular.

Quiet. Calm. Blank. Happy? Sad? Nothing.

But is there ever really nothing?

That really is something.
"At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

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  • oldermanolderman Posts: 1,765
    note to the poet..

    nothing is dark and cold,
    you are something way beyond nothing,
    for you are bright and warm,
    bring a smile,
    cause us miles of smiles..

    and don't forget your tree..
    Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
    As she slams the door in his drunken face
    And now he stands outside
    And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
    He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
    What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
    Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
    And his tears fall and burn the garden green
  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    olderman,
    i thank
    you
    and now
    i smile
    at you
    :)
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

    www.myspace.com/birdinamitten
  • AndyMandersonAndyManderson Posts: 167
    Sometimes I confuse myself trying to think there is nothing. I'm thinking nothing, but by thinking nothing I'm actually thinking of the idea of nothing so it's really not nothing. That really makes no sense at all either. This is all a bunch of nothing I'm writing, but there is something written, so it can't be nothing. Ok, time to shut up andy.
  • oldermanolderman Posts: 1,765
    :)
    Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
    As she slams the door in his drunken face
    And now he stands outside
    And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
    He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
    What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
    Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
    And his tears fall and burn the garden green
  • BuruBuru Posts: 8,473
    I like the style you are developping Jessie

    nothing... something...everything
    those are sometimes interchangeable
    y la banda de Guille... cuando toca?
  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    Originally posted by AndyManderson
    Sometimes I confuse myself trying to think there is nothing. I'm thinking nothing, but by thinking nothing I'm actually thinking of the idea of nothing so it's really not nothing. That really makes no sense at all either. This is all a bunch of nothing I'm writing, but there is something written, so it can't be nothing. Ok, time to shut up andy.

    Andy, sometimes the most jumbled responses and exchanges make the most sense to me. haha. What you wrote made perfect sense to me... because what you just explained... was what I was thinking of when I wrote the last lines of my poem:

    But is there ever really nothing?

    That really is something.


    I, too, think of the idea of nothing... and think, well, thoughts are so intangible... but they are the closest thing we know to fact. If nothing really is nothing... that's the biggest oxymoron I've ever heard. Because the thought of nothing is really something. Haha... wow. I just confused myself too. But I think maybe you'll understand what I'm saying.

    :)

    Thanks for the response, Andy. It's always great to hear your points of view.
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

    www.myspace.com/birdinamitten
  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    Originally posted by Buru
    I like the style you are developping Jessie

    nothing... something...everything
    those are sometimes interchangeable
    Thanks go to you, Buru, for the appreciation of my growth as a writer. I'm still trying to find who I am as a poetry writer, but I'm getting there. Getting into the hang of things. Although I realize that a writer will always expand their styles over time... but I'm really becoming comfortable with things, while still playing with others. Glad you take notice in my stuff!!

    :)
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

    www.myspace.com/birdinamitten
  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    i really liked this...


    But my body can feel
    before my soul
    sometimes


    I agree that the body often speaks, and definitely feels, before our souls and lastly our minds Can.

    I remember some near to fourteen years ago wanting nothing but to lay on the couch and stare at the ceiling... i'd look forward to going home while I worked, just so I could lay on my big flat brown couch and count dots and dimples...

    Setaside2 wrote a piece about staring at the ceiling... it's dated 9-11-03 on his thread, page 2 if you have the max threadviews per page. (And definitely Worth a read.)

    The ceilings in this house have never been stared down for long... seems that kind of meditation hasn't been welcome here for quite some time, or ever, if I think about it.

    And, I do... I do like this J. It's sweet, the tear, endearing. :)
  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    Originally posted by PastaNazi
    i really liked this...


    But my body can feel
    before my soul
    sometimes


    I agree that the body often speaks, and definitely feels, before our souls and lastly our minds Can.

    I remember some near to fourteen years ago wanting nothing but to lay on the couch and stare at the ceiling... i'd look forward to going home while I worked, just so I could lay on my big flat brown couch and count dots and dimples...

    Setaside2 wrote a piece about staring at the ceiling... it's dated 9-11-03 on his thread, page 2 if you have the max threadviews per page. (And definitely Worth a read.)

    The ceilings in this house have never been stared down for long... seems that kind of meditation hasn't been welcome here for quite some time, or ever, if I think about it.

    And, I do... I do like this J. It's sweet, the tear, endearing. :)

    That part is my favorite. :)
    It's nice to just stare at a cieling to get away, just lay there, explore the cieling... do whatever the hell you want... maybe clear your mind of all thoughts... or maybe you can't?? I dunno. But anyway, I'm **really** glad you liked this!!! :D
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

    www.myspace.com/birdinamitten
  • setaside2setaside2 Posts: 1,084
    if there is an everything then, by inference, there MUST be a nothing.

    and it is all something, by reference. just BEING implies a something. and while nothing is the noun implying a something, it is the definition of an infinite emptyness, the void, the vacuum, the without, the no have no way no how no thing. And it is therefore definitely something amongst the everything.

    one cannot box the infinite, but apparently, according to webster's, you can certainly define it.

    and who says the nothing has to be black... the absence of light, certainly, but how about the absence of dark? color? no one can exist in the nothing. And no one is welcome there.

    Too bad we are all some one and cannot heed the beckoning of something that isn't there, wasn't there, won't be there, and remains there forever on.

    lol

    this is kind of fun but I'll let it go.
    I'm stepping in front of the gushing hydrant in a hurricane. I'd like to see the traction I keep.
  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    Originally posted by setaside2
    if there is an everything then, by inference, there MUST be a nothing.

    and it is all something, by reference. just BEING implies a something. and while nothing is the noun implying a something, it is the definition of an infinite emptyness, the void, the vacuum, the without, the no have no way no how no thing. And it is therefore definitely something amongst the everything.

    one cannot box the infinite, but apparently, according to webster's, you can certainly define it.

    and who says the nothing has to be black... the absence of light, certainly, but how about the absence of dark? color? no one can exist in the nothing. And no one is welcome there.

    Too bad we are all some one and cannot heed the beckoning of something that isn't there, wasn't there, won't be there, and remains there forever on.

    lol

    this is kind of fun but I'll let it go.
    Ahh the great mysteries of life. :p But yes, I have thought about this more, and this post of yours makes it all the more clear. There has to be a nothing if there is indeed something, or everything. haha.

    Buru was correct when she said they are all interchangeable sometimes.

    Oi... this was rather fun but I will stop as well. :D
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

    www.myspace.com/birdinamitten
  • who's_pearljam?who's_pearljam? Posts: 2,104
    When there is nothing, like in meditation
    You are in your most heightened state of awareness, ready to receive.

    Like a warrior who clears his(her:)) head before a battle
    Or a musician who is relaxed and allowing music to flow into the mind
    Or a scientist, when the solution to a problem appears upon awakening,

    Or a great poet, who's lying there, staring at the ceiling in Wisconsin.
    :D
    Be kind, man
    Don't be mankind. ~Captain Beefheart
    __________________________________
  • Originally posted by setaside2
    if there is an everything then, by inference, there MUST be a nothing.

    and it is all something, by reference. just BEING implies a something. and while nothing is the noun implying a something, it is the definition of an infinite emptyness, the void, the vacuum, the without, the no have no way no how no thing. And it is therefore definitely something amongst the everything.

    one cannot box the infinite, but apparently, according to webster's, you can certainly define it.

    and who says the nothing has to be black... the absence of light, certainly, but how about the absence of dark? color? no one can exist in the nothing. And no one is welcome there.

    Too bad we are all some one and cannot heed the beckoning of something that isn't there, wasn't there, won't be there, and remains there forever on.

    lol

    this is kind of fun but I'll let it go.

    I agree. The linguistic signifier of "nothing" expresses a concept of nilness that polysemantically engages in dialogue with other discourses of thing-ness, existence, validity and worth, and thus in the word nothing is always a consonantal or semantic trace of the something-ness to which it refers: Therefore, "nothing" in generating meaning in an interoperational sign system suggests some materiality in its meaning. Something-ness becomes inextricably infused in our conceptualisation of the term "nothing".


    True nothingness would be so extra-linguistic that it would be impossible to conceptualise, even as a "signified."

    See you all later. Food poisoning takes a long time to overcome. I've had it a week now. I don't like drama, but I felt I was staring into a void at least once in recent days. It's nice to be able to sit up at the pc.

    Love
    Fins
  • Originally posted by FinsburyParkCarrots
    I agree. The linguistic signifier of "nothing" expresses a concept of nilness that polysemantically engages in dialogue with other discourses of thing-ness, existence, validity and worth, and thus in the word nothing is always a consonantal or semantic trace of the something-ness to which it refers: Therefore, "nothing" in generating meaning in an interoperational sign system suggests some materiality in its meaning. Something-ness becomes inextricably infused in our conceptualisation of the term "nothing".


    True nothingness would be so extra-linguistic that it would be impossible to conceptualise, even as a "signified."

    See you all later. Food poisoning takes a long time to overcome. I've had it a week now. I don't like drama, but I felt I was staring into a void at least once in recent days. It's nice to be able to sit up at the pc.

    Love
    Fins

    sorry to hear about your illness.

    i'm not sure i agree or disagree with your meaning up there. i like to say, "there's no such thing as nothing."
  • oldermanolderman Posts: 1,765
    Originally posted by windedsailor
    sorry to hear but your illness.

    i'm not sure i agree or disagree with your meaning up there. i like to say, "there's no such thing as nothing."

    here's a toast to fins' recovery..

    and for what has become the "nothing" thread, a quote from aBuddy Miles song... (i think it was Buddy)

    "nothin' from nothin' leaves nothin',
    you gotta have somethin',
    if you wanna be with me..."
    Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
    As she slams the door in his drunken face
    And now he stands outside
    And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
    He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
    What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
    Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
    And his tears fall and burn the garden green
  • setaside2setaside2 Posts: 1,084
    ATREYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

    ARTAX!!!!!!!

    but I'm a LUCK dragon!

    They look... like big... strong hands... don't they..?

    To the winch, wench!

    Bastian! Call my name!



    ahh that's good stuff right there. Yeah.


    and p.s. excellent philosophical diatribe people.
    I'm stepping in front of the gushing hydrant in a hurricane. I'd like to see the traction I keep.
  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    never was nothing so something, eh?


    "hey Pasta? what cha doing tonight?"

    "nothing"



    now... that's really what nothing is all about sometimes, ain't it?
  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    Originally posted by PastaNazi
    never was nothing so something, eh?


    "hey Pasta? what cha doing tonight?"

    "nothing"



    now... that's really what nothing is all about sometimes, ain't it?

    :cool: hee hee yes yes
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

    www.myspace.com/birdinamitten
  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    the light of the universe held in the hand
    of an old young woman and a young old man
    around them The Nothing, ALL around, it stood
    without creaking
    and the little girl said
    it's yours for the making, Sebastian
    and right off, he did

    :)
  • setaside2setaside2 Posts: 1,084
    oh HELL yeah. THERE you go. RIGHT THERE.
    I'm stepping in front of the gushing hydrant in a hurricane. I'd like to see the traction I keep.
  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    Originally posted by PastaNazi
    the light of the universe held in the hand
    of an old young woman and a young old man
    around them The Nothing, ALL around, it stood
    without creaking
    and the little girl said
    it's yours for the making, Sebastian
    and right off, he did

    :)
    yum. :)
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

    www.myspace.com/birdinamitten
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