Poets logo

W O R D S

Nothingness

By Aiyan TurleyPublished 5 years ago 5 min read
Like

W O R D S

Across the land of nothingness was once treasured of hope and destination of love. The pieces have been torn apart by the damnation of vengeful and disparity. Many moons ago, the land of wondrous words lived happily and cheerfully. These miles of moments have gone to The river of grudge instead of the streams of forgiveness.

Delightful was in the storm of a bashing forbidden affair with madness’s daughter delirious. The temptation of the bridge was the beginning of the forbidden crossed paths of Delightful and Delirious.

On a glacier blue moon feasting down was the festivity of the land of wondrous words. Alluring scents of delicately trickled downstream of desire and lush played teasingly beneath the icicle moonlight.

Many know it was the blooming season of Love and Lust in the summer set air. Young Delightful was very much drawn to the other side of the island. Always wearing the wings of curiosity and yearned to feel the lightening in his heart for Love. He duly noted the worth and lightness of his word. His numbness crawled up to his very soul when all he could hear and think was the bland taste of his own word.

A thousand moments have ever so gently used his word to mask the usual shallowness or the mundane description of some ancient food book. His heart is a whirl of windstorms craving the strike of lightning in his veins by a kind of crazy that only Delirious possess. The bad new fashion kind of craziness was just how Delirious made him feel.

Her presence is comparable to the venom of seduction laced with fiery ice. The voice of her pierces and punctures through the nest of calm and clarity. The mane of her wildness electrifies the molecules of honeydew in him.

The fate of these two has castled a fierce departure of the once wonderful land of words. Once the words are crossed and diversified, the elders will create a tombstone of hatred. There was no squeeze tight room for question marks in this battle of words. The remainder of the trails of screams will sting and echo to everything and everyone that passes. These paths were filled with chaos and confusions because of the choices of Delightful and Delirious.

The newly born word of Hope and Peace was dancing away with no knowledge that it is the end of days. The dilution and hybrids of the new words cast an unknown and suspenseful fear towards the elders. Ancients passed down conformed orders was the only way to the peak of the mountain of wisdom. They were in the mold of fear that the hybrids of the two opposite words will create a monster. Fear has always been the fuse that downpours spitefulness to everyone.

The noble was taught at a very young moment to never get lost in the trails of Fear. The Fear resembles a double ended dagger that punctures at both spectrum and it paralyzes the newborn moments. Elders passed down constructed rules and regulations that each word has to live to their fullest meaning without crossing the other. These constricted, and suffocation of rules made it difficult for the word itself to truly blossom and progress into essence and resiliency.

The pendulum of these conflicting battles was going nowhere and it only made the knot of contradiction much tougher to break free. There was no more freedom in mingling with other words besides the usual orderly conduct. The once colorful and illuminating rays of words were being reformed into a matter of grey clouds.

Boundaries were to be not broken and no one dared to cross into another word’s territory beyond the moonlight. News decided to fly over to the castle of everything, where the neutral magistrate of the land of words will make changes to this absurdity. The oven freshly roasted News briefed over the insanity and chaos that is happening to Everything. Furious and constipated with the happenings at the words, Everything made confirmations and seeks Nothing to accompany him to resolve this madness.

Everything’s power was designated by the consumption of every word on the island. Each word plays a crucial part of Everything’s energy. His main purpose was to design and plant new as well as old words together to spark more power. Everything was neutral and fairness was his right-hand man. He believed in diversity and multifaceted aspects of different words.

Everything was created when Nothing was there, and the emptiness fueled the sky fall drops of Everything from Nothing.

The pitiful basket of empathy for Nothing was like swallowing pins down one’s throat. No one in their orderly mind was to ever praise or care for Nothing. The orphan of Nothing’s existence made voids to the usual superficial noble. His meaning was a razor curse to some narrow-minds.

Though, there are a few sparkling refreshing open-sky minds who simply glee over the sight of Nothing. Being the unwanted word, and one of the meaningless words was arsenic to Nothing. Everything was the only friend Nothing ever devoted to. The implication of complicated and simplicity was not always a definite line to be drawn.

Everything had been the main spotlight in the cast, but Nothing was his contrasting ray to his glow. Without Nothing in the shadows of Everything, there would not be the absolution of his characteristics and power. A poem of plainness in which Nothing has written is second best to dissect his pain.

The knight cannot seem to shine without the convincing sharpness of black and white. Hunger in the stomach means completely different than the hunger for knowledge and wisdom of the unknown. Thirst can trigger the sensation of dry sand, and yet the desert can nourish and grow a beautiful flower. Hatefulness only climbs high as the walls built by the hands of love.

Without the suffocation of obsessiveness, there could not be the seed of a motivation. In all of the madness through tranquility, words were able to form a true community of each other's differences. With diversity, creativity opens up multiple layers of intricate colors. It is in the differences in each other that molds our island of words into something unique.

inspirational
Like

About the Creator

Aiyan Turley

Returning to Innocence to my Soul for I have lost it through trauma

Remembering the golden timeline of any moments of my life

Renewing myself every day since each day is a Blessing

Rewinding the Ambrosia of my Love

Run, but do not fear

Reader insights

Be the first to share your insights about this piece.

How does it work?

Add your insights

Comments

There are no comments for this story

Be the first to respond and start the conversation.

Sign in to comment

    Find us on social media

    Miscellaneous links

    • Explore
    • Contact
    • Privacy Policy
    • Terms of Use
    • Support

    © 2024 Creatd, Inc. All Rights Reserved.