“ Absolutely Nothing ”

A poem by Osoanon Nimuss:

“Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it ‘Chops’
because that was the name of his dog
And that’s what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed alot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X’s
and he had to ask his father what the X’s meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it.

Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it ‘Autumn’
because that was the name of the season
And that’s what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint
And the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed alot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it.

Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And he called it ‘Innocence: A Question’
because that was the question about his girl
And that’s what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
That was the year Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
of the Apostle’s Creed went
And he caught his sister
making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
And the girl around the corner
wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
And at 3am he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly.

That’s why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
And he called it ‘Absolutely Nothing’
Because that’s what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn’t think
he could reach the kitchen.”


(found this beautiful poem in the book, Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky, a few years back and couldn’t stop myself from sharing it here with you all while re-reading the book for probably the 10th time, now. )

*Whoops!*

( I hope it touches you as much as it touches me 💙 )

28 Comments Add yours

  1. Nat says:

    A really beautiful poem. Thank you for sharing it.

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    1. SAUDADE says:

      I am pleased to know that you liked it as much as I did ! 💙

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  2. This is absolutely beautiful.

    Liked by 3 people

    1. SAUDADE says:

      I know, right? 💙

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  3. I love this! amazing!

    Liked by 2 people

    1. SAUDADE says:

      I’m glad you did 😊🌸

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  4. Robert says:

    A poem about reality!

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  5. katelon says:

    What a beautiful but tragic poem! Society can be so harmful to a soul, and lonely!

    Thanks for following my blog and introducing me to yours!

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    1. SAUDADE says:

      I completely agree with your views !

      Thank you for coming here and reading 💙

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  6. Samyak Singh says:

    How much I adore this…I’m very overwhelmed. Thank you sharing ❤️

    Liked by 1 person

    1. SAUDADE says:

      I’m glad you liked it as much as I did ! Thank you for reading 💙

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  7. Okay wow, this is beautiful and so profound. A delightful read! ❤️

    Liked by 1 person

    1. SAUDADE says:

      I’m delighted to know that you liked this piece that much 💙🌸

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  8. SRIKANTH says:

    This is quite wonderful 👍🤝

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  9. oh my I loved it until the end because i like happy endings but it can be true of life. Nice to meet you Saudade. You are very talented. Thanks for the follow.. I am now following you and look forward to sharing the journey together. ❤️ Cindy

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    1. SAUDADE says:

      Hey there ,
      I completely agree with your views and I’m really glad you liked it. Thank you, for stopping by and being so generous with your feedback! Really appreciate it! 💙

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    1. SAUDADE says:

      Glad you liked it 💙

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  10. cyrsti says:

    A very beautiful poem! And, thanks for following my blog!

    Liked by 1 person

  11. cheriewhite says:

    Such a beautiful post! ❤

    Liked by 1 person

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