none at all is indifferent for not doing anything to it’s advantage. i know it’s impossible but it’s true, the sum of words can’t contain the universe.
“I had none! I swear!” James kept insisting. I wanted to believe him, considering he was tied up and naked in my basement, where no one knew he was. But something was clawing at me.
there was none. nothing. nil, just a fuckin empty box. she said there would be somehting in it. of value. but it’s empty. fucking empty. i don’t know what the fuck was supposed to be here.
None of my family was talking to me, let alone looking at me. It was my birthday for God’s sake! How on earth could they forget?! This was most definately the worst birthday ever. Not even a card! I had no one to turn to who would recognize the fact that it was my birthday!
there is none. none of what? none. empty. out. done. none n-one. none of one. sad. none. void. without. none. lacking. there are none of those left in the store, sire. sire? accident. they’re having me write more now? ah! i don’t get this site. very confusing, but fun. fun rhymes with none. but usually when there’s none it’s no fun. i love fun, i wish this summer was a bit more f-u-n
Once, I wanted some but i had none. It was sad to be that objectless. But now I think I may have more than none. but still not sure because my hands are empty so I may still have none. But I have emotions so i guess i have something. But it would be nice to have an object.
None. There is none anymore. There used to be some, but now – there is none.
None to hold. None to want. None to wish. None to hope.
None to munch pickles with me at four in the morning watching reruns of ‘I Love Lucy’.
There is none.
none. hah, this is like yesterday’s word, nun. but not. its NONE, not NUN. isnt it funny how two totally different words can sound the same? it’s kindof like how people work, huh. two people can be totally different on the outside but share similarities in their personalities. huh.
None is an interesting word, it is nothing and something at the same time. Very few words express one thing and yet contradict themselves by simply being existent. None only speaks to a quantity rather than a quality.
Whats left? I keep looking into the dark cornered box with the metal clasps that hug and tug at the paper. It was full to bursting when last I looked but now I have to search with the light at the end of my pen and whistle with what is left of the breath in my chest and call in a raspy voice to hear the echo that fades and only faintly whispers back to me.
None. Nothing. They’re all gone, every last one.
My brother is gone. I’ll never see him again. Never talk to him, never geek out with him, never stay up at night for an hour talking movies again.
It’s been a year. It doesn’t feel that long. He would have been 20 if he made it to February. But he stopped at 19 and I kept on going. We all knew he wouldn’t live as long as he would if he didn’t have DMD but I thought he had another 20 years in him at least. It was so sudden. I remember wondering, in those first few days after he died, if I’d ever be happy again, and I was terrified that I wouldn’t be.
But I’m doing fine. I am happy. I have happy moments just like always.
I won’t be the same. I lost my best friend when I lost my twin brother. I will always miss him.
I don’t know why she did it, I had always loved her like a sister, but I guess the pressure was just too much. Still, I only wish that she had stuck around to save me from myself. And then there were none.
There were so many of us, at first. Going to movies, hanging out after school. Time is at fault, I guess, for the gradual dwindling. There were five. Then two left for college. That leaves three. One got married. One committed suicide. And here I am. Might as well be none.
of the people Ive met, with few exceptions, have struck me as miraculous on introduction. I can think of….hmmmmm…….three people off the top of my head who were like’Whoa, they’re AMAZING.’
none words for me to discribe the word none, none is nothing like all is everything, none of my words cuold explain the emptyness inside this monotonal word and everything i’ll write about it would be nothing.
I sat there, staring at the wall.
Blank, white wall.
I felt nothing, felt completely alone.
I knew he was not thinking about me, nor she. No one cared. None.
I have no one. We are alone in this world.
Nothing but ourselves and no one else.
But just because we are alone does not mean we are lonely.
I can be complete with no one sometimes.
There was none other than her when she thought of who had hurt her the most. None other than the best friend she carried from middle school to that first year of high school, where everything changed. And still there was none other she would like to have back, to ask her where things went wrong.
None. I’m finally speaking to you again. You suckered me into it, but oh my god it feels good. I missed you. And even more, I missed being missed. But I blew it. I wait for your call, your greeting, your anything. But I guess you’re learning. Because I’m so alone.
There isn’t a lot to go around. For some we have a little. For some we have none. We would like to have more, but it just isn’t there. Maybe next time we will plan ahead and not spend all our money on war.
None of them would believe what I had to say. They could not understand that the world, as we know it, is about to change. No one wants to hear it. But denial will not change the outcome so be ready to adapt to a new, good thing.
None. None of this even matters. School, orientation, government affairs. None of it matters. The only thing that matters in life is the quality of relationships you establish, and with you, I want to establish the kind that lasts forever. No one compares to you. None of them.
I saw the strangest thing the other day. It was none other than my best friend, making out with her boyfriend, aka my twin brother. I didn’t know what to do, so I stashed behind me car, and started making plans to slash her tires. I couldn’t let someone with her reputation date my brother. I vaguely remember telling her that if anybody messed with my family, I would get revenge. Tomorrow, I’m going over to her house and who knows what might go down.
They sure don’t. Neither of them know of each other.
He huffed and hung his head. “There’s nothing in the fridge,” he shouted.
“What? Aren’t there any sliced cheese packages?”
“None,” he replied flatly, “not even a jar of olives.”
None is the essence of us all. Without being so. Imagine a world without none. There would always and forever be… everything. We would truly miss the experience of none. 16 Argo Nunya.
IT’s funny that this is the word. I wish that You would see that after all of this dust and cluttery cloudy convolution, I am left with none. You are left with so much. I can’t find the fairness in this noneness.
none at all is indifferent for not doing anything to it’s advantage. i know it’s impossible but it’s true, the sum of words can’t contain the universe.
There are none. I’m blank, empty, numb. I am a void. I live in a black vacuum. I am not happy. I am finally at peace.
“I had none! I swear!” James kept insisting. I wanted to believe him, considering he was tied up and naked in my basement, where no one knew he was. But something was clawing at me.
there was none. nothing. nil, just a fuckin empty box. she said there would be somehting in it. of value. but it’s empty. fucking empty. i don’t know what the fuck was supposed to be here.
None of my family was talking to me, let alone looking at me. It was my birthday for God’s sake! How on earth could they forget?! This was most definately the worst birthday ever. Not even a card! I had no one to turn to who would recognize the fact that it was my birthday!
None of us were able to stop it, watching everything blow away in the wind. All the destruction and pain seemed endless.
there is none. none of what? none. empty. out. done. none n-one. none of one. sad. none. void. without. none. lacking. there are none of those left in the store, sire. sire? accident. they’re having me write more now? ah! i don’t get this site. very confusing, but fun. fun rhymes with none. but usually when there’s none it’s no fun. i love fun, i wish this summer was a bit more f-u-n
None. No one was there for me. Everyone had left me for something of their own desire. No one cared for me. And that’s exactly how I wanted it.
Once, I wanted some but i had none. It was sad to be that objectless. But now I think I may have more than none. but still not sure because my hands are empty so I may still have none. But I have emotions so i guess i have something. But it would be nice to have an object.
There is none left for the rest of it. Love conquered.
None. There is none anymore. There used to be some, but now – there is none.
None to hold. None to want. None to wish. None to hope.
None to munch pickles with me at four in the morning watching reruns of ‘I Love Lucy’.
There is none.
none. hah, this is like yesterday’s word, nun. but not. its NONE, not NUN. isnt it funny how two totally different words can sound the same? it’s kindof like how people work, huh. two people can be totally different on the outside but share similarities in their personalities. huh.
None is an interesting word, it is nothing and something at the same time. Very few words express one thing and yet contradict themselves by simply being existent. None only speaks to a quantity rather than a quality.
Whats left? I keep looking into the dark cornered box with the metal clasps that hug and tug at the paper. It was full to bursting when last I looked but now I have to search with the light at the end of my pen and whistle with what is left of the breath in my chest and call in a raspy voice to hear the echo that fades and only faintly whispers back to me.
None. Nothing. They’re all gone, every last one.
My brother is gone. I’ll never see him again. Never talk to him, never geek out with him, never stay up at night for an hour talking movies again.
It’s been a year. It doesn’t feel that long. He would have been 20 if he made it to February. But he stopped at 19 and I kept on going. We all knew he wouldn’t live as long as he would if he didn’t have DMD but I thought he had another 20 years in him at least. It was so sudden. I remember wondering, in those first few days after he died, if I’d ever be happy again, and I was terrified that I wouldn’t be.
But I’m doing fine. I am happy. I have happy moments just like always.
I won’t be the same. I lost my best friend when I lost my twin brother. I will always miss him.
The minimum of all that we know leaves us with nothing. None so to speak. Even in the mist of all that is nothing, we will forever have ourselves.
I don’t know why she did it, I had always loved her like a sister, but I guess the pressure was just too much. Still, I only wish that she had stuck around to save me from myself. And then there were none.
None but the subsequent and timeless apparitions of space and time can be witness to our sudden fall. A fall from the towers of the highest mountains.
None of this happened. None of it. I’m not kidding. All a dream. Don’t believe me? Ask Freddy over here, he’ll concur.
There were so many of us, at first. Going to movies, hanging out after school. Time is at fault, I guess, for the gradual dwindling. There were five. Then two left for college. That leaves three. One got married. One committed suicide. And here I am. Might as well be none.
of the people Ive met, with few exceptions, have struck me as miraculous on introduction. I can think of….hmmmmm…….three people off the top of my head who were like’Whoa, they’re AMAZING.’
none words for me to discribe the word none, none is nothing like all is everything, none of my words cuold explain the emptyness inside this monotonal word and everything i’ll write about it would be nothing.
I sat there, staring at the wall.
Blank, white wall.
I felt nothing, felt completely alone.
I knew he was not thinking about me, nor she. No one cared. None.
there is none. no more, not ever again. the world is ending. No one can save us.
I have no one. We are alone in this world.
Nothing but ourselves and no one else.
But just because we are alone does not mean we are lonely.
I can be complete with no one sometimes.
There was none other than her when she thought of who had hurt her the most. None other than the best friend she carried from middle school to that first year of high school, where everything changed. And still there was none other she would like to have back, to ask her where things went wrong.
None. I’m finally speaking to you again. You suckered me into it, but oh my god it feels good. I missed you. And even more, I missed being missed. But I blew it. I wait for your call, your greeting, your anything. But I guess you’re learning. Because I’m so alone.
nada, nothing, nobody….the only place you cant hide. disturbing peace. empty
there is nothing worse than feeling as though you are nothing. So make something of yourself.
There isn’t a lot to go around. For some we have a little. For some we have none. We would like to have more, but it just isn’t there. Maybe next time we will plan ahead and not spend all our money on war.
None of my clothes are really that nice to go party in. None of the people I know besides my family I truly trust. None is a negative word.
NOTHING.
It makes me think of….
None of them would believe what I had to say. They could not understand that the world, as we know it, is about to change. No one wants to hear it. But denial will not change the outcome so be ready to adapt to a new, good thing.
None. None of this even matters. School, orientation, government affairs. None of it matters. The only thing that matters in life is the quality of relationships you establish, and with you, I want to establish the kind that lasts forever. No one compares to you. None of them.
I saw the strangest thing the other day. It was none other than my best friend, making out with her boyfriend, aka my twin brother. I didn’t know what to do, so I stashed behind me car, and started making plans to slash her tires. I couldn’t let someone with her reputation date my brother. I vaguely remember telling her that if anybody messed with my family, I would get revenge. Tomorrow, I’m going over to her house and who knows what might go down.
They sure don’t. Neither of them know of each other.
He huffed and hung his head. “There’s nothing in the fridge,” he shouted.
“What? Aren’t there any sliced cheese packages?”
“None,” he replied flatly, “not even a jar of olives.”
None is the essence of us all. Without being so. Imagine a world without none. There would always and forever be… everything. We would truly miss the experience of none. 16 Argo Nunya.
Lone none love
None of those green girls would find their way through the blue jungle because the yellow whoopy monster kept whitening their wits.
IT’s funny that this is the word. I wish that You would see that after all of this dust and cluttery cloudy convolution, I am left with none. You are left with so much. I can’t find the fairness in this noneness.