Inexistence.

We were sitting still.
She asked me how long I thought it would take before we got there.
I asked her where she meant. She said nowhere.
I said, no time at all.
In fact, I said. We’re already headed there, fast.
In fact, I added. This time earning  a weird look from her. We’re already there.
When nowhere up heaved on us, all of it’s nothingness
We sat still, doing nothing.
This is what I feels like, she said.
I said, you’re suppose to say nothing.
Nothing, she said.
Nothing at all, I told her.

And we were silent.
And I knew that the others misunderstood.
Because who could grasp the concept
Of leaving should, and could, and would
For a place where you can’t tell the ground from the sky
And there is no  higher being of whom to ask
All the who’s and why’s and what’s.
Those are gone, inexistent, as are your cars and phones
And the moans and the groans of the sick and the old
And the lies and the cries, and the dirt and the mold
And the color, the black, the silver and gold
Left with white, a solemn plight we won’t journey alone.
Because nothing is everything when everything’s gone
And the words used to fill space are unimportant tonight.

She said how long till we get there
I said don’t waste your time.
Questions are needless, just bathe in the light.
She said who will meet us here
I said no one. And everyone.
Now quiet. Just quiet.
She whispered, “I’m lonely. I’m aching for touch.
For war and for sickness. For hate and for love.
For fights and for arguments that end in a kiss.
For disease, and the men that cure them, for lust and for leave.
This isn’t right. There’s nothing here. There’s no one in nowhere
We don’t belong here. It’s time to go. We cannot stay. I’d planned to
Use my mind someday.”
She said how did we end up here.
I said by doing nothing.
She said how do we get back.
So I said nothing.

She asked me how long I thought it would take before we got there.
I asked her where she meant. She said away.
I said, no time at all.
In fact, I said. We’re already headed there, fast.
In fact, I added. This time earning  a weird look from her. We’re already there.
 

Author's Note

We are no one without anything.

Reviews

[G. Cedillo]

hey, good write - interesting piece. There's a bit too much dialogue in the beginning portion (if you don't mind my saying) and the point you want to make it gotten across without all of it. Also, "When nowhere up heaved on us, all of it's nothingness" (with a little reediting -- up and heaved, or heaved up all its nothingness) is a great line and I would think about moving to the first of the poem or else the 2nd, nothing lower.
The ending, repeats the beginning, is cool, but make it more substantial - the first time you give us the dialogue make it a real true image of the scene, as if it were a play or something, describe it more than just with the lines of speech.
anyway, just my two cents, sorry. Thanks for sharing,
g.

[Greg Skura]

Wow i love this poem! Thank You!

[S-W-E-E-T-S]

You seem to be very in touch with your introspective side, as well as your questiong side. Wondering about the universe yet again, and greatly writen.
I get the idea that this is meant to express how inert we all are as people. We just keep moving but never get anywhere, that's how it works.
Gonna be reading more by you.

[Lennie R. Walker]

Gawd, your poems give me shivers they're so great. It's actually like I'm feeling what nothing feels like, except it's an extraordinary, ethereal feeling. Uhg, I just can't put it into words.

[{Angel Redd}[Formerly A..]

This is amazing. I loved the feeling it gave me; you know when you ask yourself questions about your existence, and you feel like you're out of your own body? That's what I got. I felt like you hit on something invaluable. I feel like I could write a song to this.

[Gandré]

That's so right! We are heading to knowhere with exactly 440 km/ second (we milky way and people) but who would believe?

Now+here is nowhere.

I enjoyed this so much. Wonderful! Thx for reviewing my poem.

[Charles D. Moorer]

At second reading, you are your own avatar searching for answers within where only silence can bring clarity and where you recognize what you lack, touch... etc.

Why did you use quotation mark at the end of the poem wne there were many instances of direct quotes in the earlier part of the poem? For example, I said, "no time at all." "In fact," I said, "we are already there." The follow line as well. You have to make up your mind. Incirect quotations work like this:
In fact I said that we were already headed there, fast. Just somethng to consider. "We are our minds and all of its infinite possibilities." cdm

[~angelalala~]

i love this one. this is intriguing, deep.
"We were sitting still.
She asked me how long I thought it would take before we got there.
I asked her where she meant. She said nowhere.
I said, no time at all." this is remarkably deep and thought-provoking. it seems we are all going nowhere. i like the melancholy undertone of this piece, the overall mood, the dialog. very deep & emotional write.

[Nik]

This poem was scribed perfectly. It reveals a wisdom inside of you that will be elusive to most's understanding. It is reminiscient of an understanding on level with Rumi as a philosopher or Vonnegut as an author. I will definetely return to read more from you.

[M. View]

This is a every touching piece to me. Excellent in every way.WOW Love it keep doing waht your doing.

Peace