none is something because it’s a word. none is everywhere. it’s love. it’s hate. it’s smiling and it’s crying. none is far beyond understanding everything because it is everything. it’s you and it’s me, it’s the planet and it’s the universe. it is the creation of life and the destruction of death; it is the destruction of life and the creation of death.
honestly I wish I felt something more than this. I’ve been alone for quite some time now and I couldn’t possibly imagine the absence of absence. who am I without it? what am I without it? who are others?
I didn’t have any pieces of me left. None. She had come around like a huge whirlwind, as wild as a tornado and had taken every last piece of me away with her so now I was nothing but an empty shell. Empty and wanting.
none
there willl never be any
everything is gone
now and always
why would there ever originally be?
who did this to me? and possibly you?
why even care?
why do i care?
fuck off
no one ever
none
“And then there were none,” muttered his partner as they stood on the cliffs, overlooking the desolate shanty town. The last human had killed himself after realizing that he had just killed the second-to-last human.
Nothing I saw felt like it could appeal to me, ever. None of the people, none of the activities, none of the locations… It was all just so grey. I guess it took a while for my eyes to adjust, and begin to see the subtle hues of color they had ignored before.
People – in today’s world, especially – always complain about having nothing. Not having any of the materialistic items that they crave, when they have no idea how fortunate they really are. Some people really are alone, have too little, and they spend their time at the mall, playing Xbox, watching television.
Then again, why is it their problem? They took none of the actions that made others this way. Of course not.
there is no one here, all of the people are gone. none remain. the world is quiet here, because none exist. nothing exists. we are nothing because none of us remain.
None? What the hell. I wanted a better word. None as in nothing. Nout. Empty. Like space or not like space at all. Is nothing Something? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!
none of the people here have anything, its crazy why are none of the people here haves, and all have nots? i have none, he has none, she has none, we have none. FUCK
None means that there is no more. There is nothing. We have none. Where has it gone? I dont know. But there is none. Sometomoe thats good. none hungry. none sad. Im ok with none my friend. But there is none. nothing left.
None of them knew how something like this could happen. Once second she was yelling across the house at him, hurling things in his direction, and the next, she was out the door.
there are none, there is no one, there is nobody here. lonely, thats what none is, lonely hearts sitting beside themselves wishing for a someone instead
absolutely empty, yes even though there is a wide white plain, i cannot examine without any sense of negative space just doing the thought, just moving the while and finally calm.
no one was here. nobody. it was just me, and all the empty space around me. Have you ever had that feeling where you’re so cold it hurts? When your lungs catch and your whole body is stuck with sick, sharp pain?
None? No word for me? I appeal to this website as it seems I have been left without a word. Oh. Wait. None IS the word. Seems strange I suppose. Giving me the word ‘none’ for the first time. Its a good way to confuse someone, you know.
She had no friends. None at all. It wasn’t very sad to her, because she had been like that all her life. But sometimes she would go down to the little creek and talk to the fishies.
There was blank. White. Nothing. The space that once was filled with black hatred, gone. At least there was emotion then, it was better than nothing. Better than empty spaces of nothing. First there was love, then hatred. There was a lot of that. Then. None, it seemed.
none of this makes any sense without having you by my side, i feel so empty everytime you’re gone away from me, i wish i could have nothing else to think besides the warmth coming from those gentle kisses given to me
none. that is what i am. i am nothing. i am no one. to anyone. to me. none. youre someone. i see you. youre great. youre some. we are all one. so alone as one.
Options: None. What remained was not choice, it was inevitability. The button would be pressed. The explosion would come. The deaths would be uncountable.
The gun at the nape of his neck was warming to the temperature of his skin, intimate. The voice in his ear was hot and strangely cheerful.
There is none. We are none. What is none? In fact repeating the word which means nothing makes the meaning seem strange. In fact, the word itself is strange. A word that objectively signifies nothing. Poor word.
There isn’t any reason for me to feel this way. I have everything. I have a family, a job. Some sort of belief system, whether I tend to follow it well enough or not.
Just because I don’t have a companion, a love…I feel so lost. There’s no excuse…none.
the sky blazed red beneath our foot steps and vaguely, as if in a dream, you knelt down beside a cold slab or marble
and turned to me then, eyes downcast; empty; dry and unseeing:
” what is lost can never be returned ”
with blind fingertips you traced the faded etchings, gently sighing with a mouth filled with disappointment.
” the only things left are ruins. ”
voice trailing softly, your words disappeared in the wind.
finally, it began to rain.
Today, there was no ice cream left in the freezer. “None.” I whispered, not being able to comprehend that there really was no ice cream. “None” I screamed out the world. “No ice cream.” I couldn’t believe my eyes. “None.”
there is no word in the english language sadder than the word none. it is empty. sad. lonely. but sometimes it’s good. eg. “cancer? i have none!” it is just so… empty.
I find it strange that when I read the word I had to write about, I at first thought that I simply had nothing to write about. It was me who failed, not the website.
I couldn’t understand… He said there had been none. None of what? This was message I had crossed to the depths of space for? None? I turned and left without a word.
My stomach grumbled and my mouth watered. I rose from my sofa and strolled into my kitchen. The guacamole was in the fridge but the triscuits were missing. There were none! How could this happen to me?
there is nothing left.
there is none.
i don’t know how to describe the feeling when everything is empty and you are left.. alone.
that is what none feels like.
it’s the feeling when you reach into the cookie jar but there’s nothing in there.
alas, none is nothing.
and none is emptiness.
and none is not a good feeling
No one was left ion the the town, not a single soal. They had left in a horible clump, the type that leaves people trampled and dead in the aftermath
none is something because it’s a word. none is everywhere. it’s love. it’s hate. it’s smiling and it’s crying. none is far beyond understanding everything because it is everything. it’s you and it’s me, it’s the planet and it’s the universe. it is the creation of life and the destruction of death; it is the destruction of life and the creation of death.
honestly I wish I felt something more than this. I’ve been alone for quite some time now and I couldn’t possibly imagine the absence of absence. who am I without it? what am I without it? who are others?
I didn’t have any pieces of me left. None. She had come around like a huge whirlwind, as wild as a tornado and had taken every last piece of me away with her so now I was nothing but an empty shell. Empty and wanting.
none
there willl never be any
everything is gone
now and always
why would there ever originally be?
who did this to me? and possibly you?
why even care?
why do i care?
fuck off
no one ever
none
“And then there were none,” muttered his partner as they stood on the cliffs, overlooking the desolate shanty town. The last human had killed himself after realizing that he had just killed the second-to-last human.
none. nada. nothing. at times my life feels empty.
Nothing I saw felt like it could appeal to me, ever. None of the people, none of the activities, none of the locations… It was all just so grey. I guess it took a while for my eyes to adjust, and begin to see the subtle hues of color they had ignored before.
And then there were none.
none now, none before. None of the words I wanted to say came out the right way.
What about waking up one day to none. None of everything.
None of the stress.
None of the worry and none of the heartache.
None of the pain.
None of the anger and none of the ambition.
Well, my friend, then you’d wake up a none yourself.
There is no feeling.
Nothing.
I don’t hate him
or love him.
N o t h i n g i s t h e r e anymore.
People – in today’s world, especially – always complain about having nothing. Not having any of the materialistic items that they crave, when they have no idea how fortunate they really are. Some people really are alone, have too little, and they spend their time at the mall, playing Xbox, watching television.
Then again, why is it their problem? They took none of the actions that made others this way. Of course not.
there is no one here, all of the people are gone. none remain. the world is quiet here, because none exist. nothing exists. we are nothing because none of us remain.
None? What the hell. I wanted a better word. None as in nothing. Nout. Empty. Like space or not like space at all. Is nothing Something? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!
This is horrible
none of the people here have anything, its crazy why are none of the people here haves, and all have nots? i have none, he has none, she has none, we have none. FUCK
nothing. empty. no one. got none. nothing more to say….
None means that there is no more. There is nothing. We have none. Where has it gone? I dont know. But there is none. Sometomoe thats good. none hungry. none sad. Im ok with none my friend. But there is none. nothing left.
None of them knew how something like this could happen. Once second she was yelling across the house at him, hurling things in his direction, and the next, she was out the door.
one. the grand error of place holders. the spiraling of space, and candy-colored nebulas.
there are none, there is no one, there is nobody here. lonely, thats what none is, lonely hearts sitting beside themselves wishing for a someone instead
absolutely empty, yes even though there is a wide white plain, i cannot examine without any sense of negative space just doing the thought, just moving the while and finally calm.
no one was here. nobody. it was just me, and all the empty space around me. Have you ever had that feeling where you’re so cold it hurts? When your lungs catch and your whole body is stuck with sick, sharp pain?
None? No word for me? I appeal to this website as it seems I have been left without a word. Oh. Wait. None IS the word. Seems strange I suppose. Giving me the word ‘none’ for the first time. Its a good way to confuse someone, you know.
She had no friends. None at all. It wasn’t very sad to her, because she had been like that all her life. But sometimes she would go down to the little creek and talk to the fishies.
There was blank. White. Nothing. The space that once was filled with black hatred, gone. At least there was emotion then, it was better than nothing. Better than empty spaces of nothing. First there was love, then hatred. There was a lot of that. Then. None, it seemed.
none of this makes any sense without having you by my side, i feel so empty everytime you’re gone away from me, i wish i could have nothing else to think besides the warmth coming from those gentle kisses given to me
As I scanned the graduate list I saw her. None. Such a sad name for such a nice girl. She is none.
none. that is what i am. i am nothing. i am no one. to anyone. to me. none. youre someone. i see you. youre great. youre some. we are all one. so alone as one.
Options: None. What remained was not choice, it was inevitability. The button would be pressed. The explosion would come. The deaths would be uncountable.
The gun at the nape of his neck was warming to the temperature of his skin, intimate. The voice in his ear was hot and strangely cheerful.
There is none. We are none. What is none? In fact repeating the word which means nothing makes the meaning seem strange. In fact, the word itself is strange. A word that objectively signifies nothing. Poor word.
There isn’t any reason for me to feel this way. I have everything. I have a family, a job. Some sort of belief system, whether I tend to follow it well enough or not.
Just because I don’t have a companion, a love…I feel so lost. There’s no excuse…none.
the sky blazed red beneath our foot steps and vaguely, as if in a dream, you knelt down beside a cold slab or marble
and turned to me then, eyes downcast; empty; dry and unseeing:
” what is lost can never be returned ”
with blind fingertips you traced the faded etchings, gently sighing with a mouth filled with disappointment.
” the only things left are ruins. ”
voice trailing softly, your words disappeared in the wind.
finally, it began to rain.
Today, there was no ice cream left in the freezer. “None.” I whispered, not being able to comprehend that there really was no ice cream. “None” I screamed out the world. “No ice cream.” I couldn’t believe my eyes. “None.”
there is no word in the english language sadder than the word none. it is empty. sad. lonely. but sometimes it’s good. eg. “cancer? i have none!” it is just so… empty.
I find it strange that when I read the word I had to write about, I at first thought that I simply had nothing to write about. It was me who failed, not the website.
I was cold, tired, and hungry. I looked around the pantry, dug through the fridge, desperate for sustenance. But there was none.
I couldn’t understand… He said there had been none. None of what? This was message I had crossed to the depths of space for? None? I turned and left without a word.
My stomach grumbled and my mouth watered. I rose from my sofa and strolled into my kitchen. The guacamole was in the fridge but the triscuits were missing. There were none! How could this happen to me?
I ate it plain with a spoon.
there is nothing left.
there is none.
i don’t know how to describe the feeling when everything is empty and you are left.. alone.
that is what none feels like.
it’s the feeling when you reach into the cookie jar but there’s nothing in there.
alas, none is nothing.
and none is emptiness.
and none is not a good feeling
None. No one. Emptiness and solitude. Barren. Alone.