The Endless Nothing

By Chad Sugg

This is a collection of poems written over the past five years by a fool much like you. Chad Sugg gives a voice to life, love, and death in the digital age, through this honest look at everything seemingly right and wrong with it all. His darkest yet most inspirational work to date.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Jan 20, 2015
• ISBN: 9781312850101

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The Endless Nothing

The Endless Nothing

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Written by Chad Sugg

THE ENDLESS NOTHING

Copyright © 2015 by Chad Sugg

All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever.

For information address Chad Sugg, P.O. Box 3212

Clarksville, TN 37043.

Cover design and photo by Chad Sugg

Author Biography photo by David Aday

Printed in the U.S.A.

First Edition 2015.

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ISBN: 978-1-312-85010-1

for the new kid,

thanks for reminding me

we were all

innocent

once

I

a million different places

in my mind;

cities and houses

full of people

much sadder than me.

I must belong somewhere.

Love is a fire

she was standing there

like she meant it

a perfect vision

of everything wrong

in this city

of book club boys

and shiny race cars

I heard her

humming that awful song

like a bad day

bad dream

pop song version

of a movie scene…

in other words

fake

But faking it’s making it

and we’re all stars

first place gets the gold trophy

last place gets the gold ring

we’re all fighting or miming

I’m bad with the timing

but I always make it sting

when I’m hurt

when I’m scared

and your words left a scar

in the shape of a love song

that we sang in my car

so I drove it

one hundred

pedal pedal no brake

off the bridges and buildings

now it’s swimming in lakes

that have seen this so often

they don’t even feel it

the weight of these relics

that the graveyards all mimic

on the shores

washing up

in the light of a morning

love is fire

that comes with no warning

Living Wild In The Roaring Now

Come here

I need to hear you say

that I still got that spark in me

that I’m still beautiful

that I’m still here

and young

and loved

and…

Come here

I need to hear you breathing

to quiet down the thought of leaving

the thought of knowing

the thought of saying it out loud

even though they stopped listening

long ago

Simple as we are

we all need something new

we all need that shiny piece of sky

dangling from string

or hair

or whatever

just as long as it’s

there

Take it as you will

the futures are never free

and they don’t take kindly

to those who laugh at them

when they’re telling a story

about how they were young once

and now they look through their apartment windows

down at the young ones

and can almost feel their lips purse

at the thought

of being as sad as the happy fools

living wild in the roaring now

Oh to be fooled again

to recognize the numb taste

of someone you’re kissing, but never loved

or the tired gaze

of a sick child smiling at a Saturday television

weak with the fever, but still giving ‘em hell

I wanna be fooled again

as I’m dodging raindrops under a newspaper fortress

watching these merry-men dot like bullets

through the torrential blur

while on the other side of it all

the