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nothing created, nothing destroyed

by romanticchemist

Published September 25, 2025

In b. my heart is shrapnel in my chest (2025)

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romanticchemist
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Stickied · romanticchemist commented Comment · Sep 28, 2025

sob ignore the typo please

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Tikaya
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Tikaya wrote a review Review · Nov 29, 2025

I am known to be merciful at times, so I shall heed your request!
Hi hello! Here to once again try my hand at reviewing poetry. Must admit, it is intimidating to see 12 likes on this work and yet only 1 was brave enough to review.

Love the font of your poem :3

Oh I love the juxtaposition of “it will be everlasting” followed immediately by “it will end.” Especially how finally that line looks!

What a thought provoking poem. Thank you so much for sharing. I like the line about “different oceans”. It makes me think that the narrator and their friend are kinda oceans apart, but still part of the same water, so they can laugh at the same things at the same time… Something something, everything is connected. Am I close?

In any case, I really like the main theme. It makes me almost think that maybe the friend actually… isn’t around anymore and the narrator is cheering themselves up with the thought that a) it(life) might have never happened, cant have happened because nothing is every created and b) it cant have ended since neither can it be destroyed.

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kittycursed wrote a review Review · Sep 25, 2025

wow, i love how much thought you were able to fit in so few lines! Also, the last few lines remind me of the "if you put an apple in a box theory", where you put an apple in a box where nothing can leave, and nothing can enter, and how the apple will be anything and everything, and how it compares to the universe, how everything will always exist, in another place, time, or form, and i find that really interesting!



Doubt thou the stars are fire, doubt that the sun doth move. Doubt truth to be a liar, but never doubt I love.
— "Hamlet," William Shakespeare