Conception of Nothing

what is the conception of nothing?

i too once had a dream

a dream of a fallen fantasy of love and steam

where all my problems had been burned away

yet every memory and moment was there to stay

brought to hurt as a trend 

constantly worrying of pretend 

dashes of bolts strike like lighting

although what is said to be frightening 

can often be cool and calming

like a ripple in a shallow end 

a flow of freedom caving upon a trend

feeling as life could be renewed 

but yet was so relieving to leave

 almost like a fluke

felt the breeze settle in 

as you see the clear skies of 

nothing up ahead

chance of hurt and chance of rain 

But yet so sorrowfully bloom with grain 

set to bloom as a mane

but was left to fall with the rain 

as the rain creased the mind ahead 

hail came pouring rough; rough again

shot like light came to fend 

but yet was so hollowed by the trend 

to be hurt and to begin 

but yet nothing was everything 

once again?

Left to blame or to pretend 

a smile shined bright again

was seemed to hurt and left too grim

the smile cracked and the tears came in

what was hurt and what was the end

the tears that followed left 

trails of revenge

of hurt and anger left to mend

and yet the only thing felt , was pretend 

once was said and now again 

what is nothing but pretend?

nothing is all a thought of end 

but when you close your eyes there is quite nothing ahead 

I dreamt of what thought to be nothing once again 

sadly 

I saw a blue line from what was once dread

Felt understood of peace and yet nothing again 

and so it is said once again 

is it nothing or just pretend

sitting at a swellows edge , 

morning yawned once ahead 

and although the night was scarce 

the morning to come is an all out parce

with mascara running down the trails of vain

the trailers were tied for this warm sunny day

and what seemed to stay 

was the constant concern of strain 

and yet even with the thoughts of oh to not be remain 

standing at the warm window 

of this nice summer day 

was the image of a shadow leaving aray 

and that ray was the evening hunt of a prey

and the gloom of dark settled in 

thinking of what had gone wrong 

and what should have fled 

with time that hurts and time that stays

 the gloom had praised on another prey

and for it is said again

 the sun that never arose stayed

but yet hurt so bad and mustn’t end 

nothing 

was just said as pretend 

again

trembled by scarce intention

Left only to rot by the last creation

cramped in all a tight hollow way

and suddenly a voice came upon aray 

saying “young one though ought to stay”

as you look up and realize there was nothing ,  

but something to pay

to pay to reign to light this cold gloomy day

the payment of nothing was all a pray 

and for is nothing but pretend again 

what could be nothing 

could be something 

twas a call 

to shine again 

a shine to recuperate 

or 

a shine to exfoliate 

which to provide 

or

which to thrive 

to outshine 

and

outline 

the broken thought of nothing 

 of its 

outcry

shine so bright 

bring sadness 

to the night

and so it is said all again 

could this have all been nothing?

or simply just pretend.

the altercations of a fallen despair 

could it have been nothing but a deeming tear?

in one’s heart or mind is all one can bare 

and yet it’s so smilingly scare

how one can turn and rot so quick with care 

and how one can throttle and fall back a chair

like sorrow in one’s eyes might be rare 

but with my words come off time life’s not fair 

how judgement is often so pale 

left so white and so bare 

letting ripples of time flow as a tale 

and for once I’m happy you scare 

a smile so bright and so joyful and shiny as a rail 

to letting a gloom of undercover shake as a yair 

and for once again left alone to despair 

but I am once happy again for all of its dead mail 

and let the flowers bloom as will to rain 

and for it is said again .. 

It is all nothing but pretend.