Something: A poem about everything.

The last part of my series, following "Nothing," and "Anything." There's no interesting reason behind the writing of this poem. When my mom told me to write yet another poem, I simply felt compelled to write this one.

Also, the title doesn't completely match with the actual content but it sounded nice so I kept it.

I suppose that it is only fair,

If I write a piece,

On the word “something,”

As I have already written pieces,

On the words “nothing” and “anything,”

Although the reason why I am writing this,

Makes the utmost sense,

That does not change the fact,

That I didn’t want to write this,

Anyways, the word “something,”

Doesn’t really have a clear meaning,

Unlike the other words,

At least in my own head,

In some cases,

This word is basically the same,

As the word “anything,”

It is simply used,

Where the word “anything,”

Cannot be,

In the phrase,

“I want something,”

It makes more sense,

To use “something,

Rather than “anything,

Which would sound like,

“I want anything,”

I personally enjoy this word,

Because when you say,

“I am not doing anything,” Or “I am doing nothing,” You are in fact, doing something,

Hence why I love this word,

It happens to be,

A word of many meanings,

And it will always mean something.

Anything: A poem about many things.

This time, when my mom told me to write a poem, I answered with "I don't know what to write." To that, she responded with "Write about anything." And so I did.

Here is the second part of my strange, poetic series.

I was told to write about anything,

And I took that seriously,

So here I am again,

Writing about the word “anything,”

Unlike the word “nothing,”

This word doesn’t have

A nice, interesting meaning,

Well, not that I know of,

As far as I know,

“Anything” is a compound word,

Made up of “any,’ and “thing,”

And now I’m getting too technical,

So I’ll tone it down a little,

This word is a risky word,

When one asks you,

What you would like to do,

It’s quite normal,

To respond with a prompt,

“Anything,”

I can assure you,

This is a big mistake,

Because now you’ve put yourself,

In a place,

Where they can ask of you,

Absolutely anything,

I would like to apologize,

For this incredibly weird,

Whatever this is,

But that’s what one gets,

For telling me to write about,

Anything.

Nothing: A poem about something.

Here's a peculiar lil poem I came up with last year. My mom told me to write a poem and I told her I had nothing in mind. Turns out that wasn't true...or maybe it kinda was.

Also, this poem somehow became a part of a series of three other similar poems, so stay tuned for that as well.

Nothing

A word that is used carelessly,

Without knowledge of its meaning,

“It’s nothing,” “I’m doing nothing,”

These are some phrases,

Using the word “nothing,” Yet, neither of them capture the true meaning,

Mind you, I have no inkling of it either,

But I do know one thing,

And that is, “nothing” is not actually nothing

When one says,

That they are doing nothing,

It’s in the sentence itself,

They’re doing it

Which must mean,

That they’re doing something,

Even if they’re staying still

As is the case with all the phrases,

That contain the word nothing,

(Unless it’s something scientific,

In which case the term nothingness,

Could come into play)

I myself don’t know,

The true meaning of “nothing,”

And i don’t know,

If I want to know it either,

Because for me,

It means nothing.