Point One i find is the beginning of every unthought question
what is inconsiderable and unfindable and indescribably nonexistent
simply put, it is nothing.
and nothing must have existed!
my heart gives a twang and i see the messy pigeons on the windowsill curse the cold chills of the wind
his hands, acrylic nails synonymous to sharp icicles
are unfriendly and the pigeons have seen enough of them.
they shake and seek sunlight, finding rest in the photographs taken of them by the curious tw0-leggeds
this is how the nothing began
and how unthought sentences are made possible by the unkindled fires
and sunken moonlight marshes of the dreams we thought we might have been nothing
but are far, far, more.
About the Creator
Ruby Red
Heya friend, I'm Red!
I write poetry, so subscribe for a hint of vulnerability, some honesty and the occasional glimpse behind my mask 🌱
Taking a break from Vocal; focusing on my anthology 🫶💖
AI is not art.
Reader insights
Outstanding
Excellent work. Looking forward to reading more!
Top insights
Compelling and original writing
Creative use of language & vocab
Easy to read and follow
Well-structured & engaging content
Heartfelt and relatable
The story invoked strong personal emotions
Masterful proofreading
Zero grammar & spelling mistakes
On-point and relevant
Writing reflected the title & theme
Comments (3)
Wow... I don't have words to describe what this did to my brain. Feels like there's hope in the words but also a sadness etched into the lines. Our dreams are more than nothing; we are more than nothing. Seriously, thank you for commenting and bringing your poetry to my attention. Damn, this is so good!
🩷
Oooo, this was so profound. Loved your poem so much!