Nothing like everything is as it seems, look all around you and notice your dreams, read a million pieces of poetry, knowing what you read is different from what I read, tell a story so pure, so true and so wise, it leads straight to your personal demise, never give up, and listen forever, for I think today's the day we all get good wheather.

The artist does not thrive, it starves and then it works. It's hard to understand the artist, for the artist rarely speaks, but try to see what it says through what it creates.

Maybe there is something in the nothing we can't do. Maybe there is something old withing our something new. Trust there are changes. Things that happen differently. But what if I told you, nothing is ever free?

5PR34|) J4 \/\/|/\/G5

Give up while you're ahead and you'll never achieve.

Nothing new is nothing old. Nothing good is nothing bad and everything can always be sad.

Everything I ever wanted was given to someone else to wave in front of my face.

No one sees the crying wings until the light reveals beyond their fears and songs.

Write for living, kill for nothing.

When nothing is new, look around you, you'll see the fresh new start you always wanted.

Do you wish to decieve me with your nothingness? Do you wish to see my everything? Is it all gone for you, so you come to me? Well go away, there's nothing to see.

Go away, please stay. Nothing's new, nothing to say.

There is nothing better than an open book. The words, the sentences, the plot, the characters. Yet there is nothing more sad than an open book. A book with nothing to hide, yet so many secrets it can not share. It waits for you to finish, it cannot laugh or cry or feel, but once you close that book, once you are done, that book has nothing left to give to you. It cannot repeat itself without your help and it cannot make you read, it must be hard to be a closed book. But in a way we all know, what it's like to be gone through, torn into tiny pieces and pecked apart at our creases then shoved back to the shelves. What it means to be forgotten 'till read by someone else. We all have that gut feeling, even if it has been covered, that we have been forgotten once and left to collect such dust. I give this mold of words so fine, to my sister's valentine.
-Shion-san to Chronic_Dark-

Nothing isn't what it seems, broken feathers on flawless wings, nightmares in the best of dreams, evil eyes with the sweetest gleams, look beyond the coat you wear, and see we all wear underwear.
-A memory of so now-

I have fought against wars, I have hidden my eyes, I have opened my door to a very new suprise, I have waited for the sky to fall while eating on a chocolate ball. I have seen a fully grown man cry, I have seen my universe crumble and die, but best of all of all I've seen, I have seen my reality, become my dream.
-Optimistic-

As I fall I look up and as I rise I look down. There is nothing between me and the ground.I have looked at blue skies and I've looked at the clouds, I have even seen snow in the skies and on the ground. I've watched many heros tumble and fall, I have seen many villians captured by hate. I have imagined much, including the voice by my side, and through it all, regained my lost pride.
-To My Mind, Basha Lied-

Nothing to give, I have nothing to offer. I played on my flute and I gave you my soul, I waited as I saw you walk up to me, from little dot to full shadow. I looked up to you and you saw all my shallow fears deep within. But how was I to know, you were my first friend?
-Kurayami to Y.U.-

It took me forever to believe you were gone. It took me forever to believe I was wrong. It took me forever to just walk away. It took me forever to beg you to stay. It took me forever to think of the words, and it didn't take a second for them to be heard.
-No more nothing to be heard-

This is nothing like home, but so familiar, I am gone...