There is none other than myself that can see the world as I do. I am the only one who has my eyes…but that does not mean that people can’t understand what I see.
i cant thin of nothing, its as if my mind is not working
my mind had been down for a while,
is because i’ve forget about the inspiration
or i’ve given up the impression?
there’s really nothing left here
it’s empty cold and so cliched
i’m running hot-
barely breathing
and your clothes are on the floor
but there’s really nothing more
though anticipation’s killing me
we lay and wait
for what comes next
None of this matters.
The heels, the lipstick.
None of it.
The only thing that really matters is the stars twinkinling in the seemingly infinite darkness and whether or not, at the end of the night your fingers are still intertwined with his.
Keep holding on.
None of you are real. I dont even know where you came from. Maybe you are all fakes. Maybe humanity in itself is fake. None of you are real. Youre all simply figments of your own overactive imaginations. You could say you are from Mars, and maybe someone would believe because they too realize that none of you are real.
What the hell am I supposed to write about none? I have none and it sucks. None of anything but that may just be nothing. I’m not sure. But having none is better is better than getting none I suppose.
none of this makes sense. I have no idea what she wants, or how to give it to her. It is driving me insane, because all I want to do is make her happy. But how can I make her happy when what she wants is killing me? But doesn’t that make me selfish?
none of the above matters. none of what you have been stressing over an thinking about allll day even remotely matters and means anything at this very moment. you are leaving everything behind and forgetting about the past. you have to move on and only bring the postive with you. any negativity will not make it into my life.
He pulled his pockets out, showing me they were empty. My lips formed a thin line, set deep with disappointment and dread. “We made a deal,” I said. Ice coated my words.
“I know,” he replied, the color draining from his face. “But mom, I tried to save my money…”
I cut him off, my hand in the air indicating I expected silence. “I want none of your excuses.”
none, i have nothing to right about. none not one thing.
none, not one, or two even. just zero.
none is just like one with an extra n you know
but more lonely i’d say..
i dont know.
Will you have one? No I will have none. None of it. Why? Won’t you just have one? No, none will do, thanks. Gosh, who knew you could be such a downer. No one, that’s who.
the world films over–i can’t decipher the clouds from the sky. from the ocean. from the ground. everything’s the same. it’s one. it’s none. there’s nothing anymore.
None of them could ever understand what had happened. He had no choice. He raised the gun once again and pulled the blood-stained trigger. With each shot, a life was drained from this world. But it had to be done. None of them could ever understand that what he had done was the right thing. So they had to die. None of them could live. Not even himself.
“Can you at least chip in for the tip?” asked Susan on what would likely be the last date with Eddie, the guy from Craigslist, “don’t you have any money for the sushi dinner you just invited me to?”
“Nah,” said Eddie. “I ain’t got none. Can we go back tuh yer place now fer the main event?”
There was nothing that hurt Carla more than seeing the two of them together. Every morning when she turned her head and saw them walking down the hallway, hand in hand, fingers clasped, it almost felt like a harsh slap in the face. She did her best to hide the look of hurt and discomfort on her face, but it was inevitable that someone would see through it.
As Children we’re told we can do anything
As Teens they do their best to keep us from believing it
As adults we often choose to settle
And when we’re old we say or worst years were our prime
Once, to understand, I asked for direction
And realized there is none
Except for my very own twisted path
none of the above. why even put that on a multiple choice test? i don’t see the point AT ALL. if none of the answers can be right, why bother asking me in the first place? like really. come on! it doesn’t make any sense!
There was nothing on the table. She swore that there was a selection just a moment ago. A sunflower, her keys and some sheet music. But now there was none. Where had everything gone? She heard a door slam faintly in the background.
None is like nothing. There is a lack of something when there is nothing. I have made no spelling errors that I am aware of in the last sentences. None is also like no-one, except there is only one o in the middle. How interesting.
nothing, no and no one. what do you say about nothing? clean, white, awaiting new surprises.
There is none other than myself that can see the world as I do. I am the only one who has my eyes…but that does not mean that people can’t understand what I see.
i cant thin of nothing, its as if my mind is not working
my mind had been down for a while,
is because i’ve forget about the inspiration
or i’ve given up the impression?
wala
The note fell slowly to the table. Smiling as he took the note away the shop attendant stood patiently waiting for the next note to fall.
i wrote of nothing
spoke no sound
heard no lies
felt the ground
looked up then down
saw you frown
feeling nothing
what a lovely
way to drown
there’s really nothing left here
it’s empty cold and so cliched
i’m running hot-
barely breathing
and your clothes are on the floor
but there’s really nothing more
though anticipation’s killing me
we lay and wait
for what comes next
we are:
a.) you
b.) me
c.) us
d.) none of the above
e.) all of the above
Apples? Well, they’re right there. No? i left them on the table, on the tree, in a basket, none for you? none for me.
None of this matters.
The heels, the lipstick.
None of it.
The only thing that really matters is the stars twinkinling in the seemingly infinite darkness and whether or not, at the end of the night your fingers are still intertwined with his.
Keep holding on.
“Nun was yesterday, none is today.”
“What?”
“Nun was yesterday…”
“What is this bullshit?”
“Oneword. It’s cool.”
“No, it’s not. It is NONE cool.”
He wrote nothing, as the prompt read ‘none.’
He thought he was being clever.
None of you are real. I dont even know where you came from. Maybe you are all fakes. Maybe humanity in itself is fake. None of you are real. Youre all simply figments of your own overactive imaginations. You could say you are from Mars, and maybe someone would believe because they too realize that none of you are real.
Walking a tree lined street at dark, after the rain, alone. I think to myself, “and then there were none.” A car passes by, and with it, I.
nothing, I got nothing but myself, i feeli empty, it feels so alone, I hate it but I dont a have a choice. ugghr
What the hell am I supposed to write about none? I have none and it sucks. None of anything but that may just be nothing. I’m not sure. But having none is better is better than getting none I suppose.
none of this makes sense. I have no idea what she wants, or how to give it to her. It is driving me insane, because all I want to do is make her happy. But how can I make her happy when what she wants is killing me? But doesn’t that make me selfish?
none of the above matters. none of what you have been stressing over an thinking about allll day even remotely matters and means anything at this very moment. you are leaving everything behind and forgetting about the past. you have to move on and only bring the postive with you. any negativity will not make it into my life.
“none of this exists. nothing happened here. we are nothing.” said the man to his mistress.
“but nothing lasts forever.” she replied.
none of this exists. nothing happened here. we are nothing. but nothing lasts forever.
He pulled his pockets out, showing me they were empty. My lips formed a thin line, set deep with disappointment and dread. “We made a deal,” I said. Ice coated my words.
“I know,” he replied, the color draining from his face. “But mom, I tried to save my money…”
I cut him off, my hand in the air indicating I expected silence. “I want none of your excuses.”
Nope, notta, none, the lack of, the distinct absence of what you have requested; or in layman’s terms, bugger off!
none, i have nothing to right about. none not one thing.
none, not one, or two even. just zero.
none is just like one with an extra n you know
but more lonely i’d say..
i dont know.
none. it’s a simple word that we always use, but should we? should we use such a negative word in an already negative world?
Will you have one? No I will have none. None of it. Why? Won’t you just have one? No, none will do, thanks. Gosh, who knew you could be such a downer. No one, that’s who.
the world films over–i can’t decipher the clouds from the sky. from the ocean. from the ground. everything’s the same. it’s one. it’s none. there’s nothing anymore.
my vision is black.
nothing. empty. last. no one. not at all. never. sorry. left out.
None of them could ever understand what had happened. He had no choice. He raised the gun once again and pulled the blood-stained trigger. With each shot, a life was drained from this world. But it had to be done. None of them could ever understand that what he had done was the right thing. So they had to die. None of them could live. Not even himself.
And then there were none. Tumble weed. The desert ablaze with the furious sun. Not a soul in sight.
writer’s block. Trust me I know how that feels. Its so frustrating. having nothing to writing about.
Empty, an endless pit of blackness.
She wants to cry but the tears don’t come.
Emotions used up and wasted.
“Can you at least chip in for the tip?” asked Susan on what would likely be the last date with Eddie, the guy from Craigslist, “don’t you have any money for the sushi dinner you just invited me to?”
“Nah,” said Eddie. “I ain’t got none. Can we go back tuh yer place now fer the main event?”
None.
This word sums up my romantic prospects, relationship potentials.
There was nothing that hurt Carla more than seeing the two of them together. Every morning when she turned her head and saw them walking down the hallway, hand in hand, fingers clasped, it almost felt like a harsh slap in the face. She did her best to hide the look of hurt and discomfort on her face, but it was inevitable that someone would see through it.
Nothing; none. None is left but me, alone in this world and without a companion to love. D’accord, I get it – everyone dies. No biggie. Happens.
As Children we’re told we can do anything
As Teens they do their best to keep us from believing it
As adults we often choose to settle
And when we’re old we say or worst years were our prime
Once, to understand, I asked for direction
And realized there is none
Except for my very own twisted path
none of the above. why even put that on a multiple choice test? i don’t see the point AT ALL. if none of the answers can be right, why bother asking me in the first place? like really. come on! it doesn’t make any sense!
There was nothing on the table. She swore that there was a selection just a moment ago. A sunflower, her keys and some sheet music. But now there was none. Where had everything gone? She heard a door slam faintly in the background.
none… there is none.. none is left.. i have plenty of none… none-thing…
this is a funny word cuz it describes the lack of some
None is like nothing. There is a lack of something when there is nothing. I have made no spelling errors that I am aware of in the last sentences. None is also like no-one, except there is only one o in the middle. How interesting.