Poetry

This is the general category of fuckery that goes on and on and doesn’t seem interested in stopping.

  • Take a moment for yourself

    Just do it

    Just do something that benefits no one but you for a moment.

    Use one of those soap masks

    Just sit and breathe

    Do something that makes you, you

    Sing a little song for yourself

    Play the guitar for no reason but to make a little noise

    For that moment

    Make the Universe look at you

    Be the one that is most important in that moment

    Make your adorable little heart happy

    Just for a moment

    Take it

    Breathe

    Continue

    Do it

    Just take it

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  • I was thinking about applying for MAID

    Thinking about how I can’t afford to live

    Imagining setting up a Go Fund Me to pay for my burial

    And this little hummingbird landed on the rose bush

    And just sat there watching

    I had a conversation

    The Spirit reminded me if I died I couldn’t do this

    But I don’t think they understand

    I don’t think they realise that being alive is a privilege I cannot afford anymore

    I can’t afford to keep myself sane

    I can’t afford to keep myself sane

    I can’t afford to keep myself fed

    I can afford a shelter that is much cheaper than the going rate

    MAID is for getting rid of people who society doesn’t want to pay for

    Right?

    That’s me.

    But the hummingbird

    Can’t I just die and go to a place where hummingbirds are but it’s better than here?

    There’s no solution

    My mum goes

    It was hard for me until I got together with Al

    Again

    Someone would have to want to take care of me

    I laughed

    It’s funny

    It’s all a funny joke

    Jester

    I’m afraid of them but I am one

    The fool except the actual fool

    It wasn’t a metaphor that’s just what I am

    Must not sleep

    Must absolutely not go back to sleep

    Please

    Why is it all a joke?

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  • My landlord will now just leave his dog out in the backyard

    Barking in my face because he wants to go inside

    Like my ears are ringing from how incessant and loud it was

    And I’ve been good natured

    They told me not to bring the dog to the door for them

    So I stopped doing that

    And now he’s stopped barking because I came inside

    And the landlord is going to just leave him out there even longer

    They’ll leave the dog in the backyard and then leave

    So he’ll just bark for a while

    Every time I interact with him he gets more closed off and short

    And I can’t leave

    Because I need a suite and they are now $2000

    And I make about 2300 a month when I’m lucky

    I’m fucked

    He became a cop

    He was a decent person

    He just wanted to “do some good”

    He always treated his dog kind of like furniture

    Just yells “BED!”

    At him over and over

    But now it’s hard to tell if he isn’t just annoyed that he exists

    I always think the way people treat animals reflects their souls

    I feel so bad

    I was short with the pup because my head was ringing from him barking and I just

    Put a little too much force in my

    No

    When he tried to follow me inside

    It’s not his fault

    All he knows is that I have the hands that can open the door to let him in but I’m not doing that

    He doesn’t know about stupid things like I can’t let him in because I’m not allowed to just go into his section of the house

    Unless previously stated

    Poor pup

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  • See? Look.

    He’s fine

    He’s always fine and

    Let me take a moment to be extremely unpoetic

    Ugggggggggggggh

    I hate my brain

    Why do we need to protect him and from what?

    ま〜取り敢えず

    I think that’s something we all need to do

    Take a moment for yourself

    I get this sneaking suspicion he didn’t do that yesterday

    Boy

    Oh boy

    It really does feel like we create

    In some like

    Togetherness

    I will never understand

    Not complaining

    I think

    Someone read it

    I wonder what I’m doing this for

    You’re doing it for fame and fortune

    And it seems I’ve chosen the route of never being seen ever

    Despite this labyrinth of things I’ve said

    Maybe they’ll invent an AI that searches the web for mediocre prose and it’ll think I’m interesting

    So many things said

    So many things not said

    I don’t think I’ll ever know

    Why my mind clings to him so

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  • Seriously when have I ever claimed that I’m not a lot?

    I would bet

    Real actual money I don’t have

    That I have said

    In this place

    I am a lot

    Enough to fill a letter size piece of paper

    At least

    These internet people

    They’re wildly uninformed

    Luna we meet again

    Excuses

    Beautiful excuses huh?

    One moment while I listen to myself scream bloody murder on the inside

    I know what an excuse is

    These are reasons

    They’re different

    And then

    It just hits me that that

    Was my interaction for today

    Maybe you’re a lot

    Yeah

    Too much

    People don’t want me for that exact reason

    See

    It’s not a fucking excuse when people don’t want me but when it’s about me living comfortably I’m making excuses

    And everything that comes from me is some pretense

    Right?

    Fuck

    That fucker had better be alive or else I’m gonna kill him

    If I have to exist through this hell you all have to come with me

    If I lived on the Moon I wouldn’t have the constant buzzing of unwanted interactions

    And I’d never be teased again that life could be better only for it to be the same

    My life is a fucking 90s show where everything always ends up the same at the end of the episode except my life doesn’t ever change to begin with

    Do I even want to know

    Probably not

    Here I go anyways

    Oh look more able bodied people expecting me to be able to cook for myself

    Sigh

    If I had

    Like top of the line shit with timers and proper temperatures and not that ring element 80s looking 20° above or below temperature it’s burnt here and raw there bullshit

    Maybe I’d try again because maybe if I forgot the pizza for 5 minutes it wouldn’t come out looking like a fucking lump of coal from Santa

    And I wouldn’t be throwing out all numbers of food stuck burnt to the bottom of my pans

    But, like,

    Hear me out here

    Maybe that 2 hours after cooking that I had to recover from cooking and would inevitably forget my food until it was cold and dry and disgusting

    Actually existed

    And I’m not full of shit

    Is it so hard to believe because then you’d have to believe how shitty my life is?

    Yeah I’m betting it’s that

    Here I am

    A lot

    Were the 2000 odd footprints in the sand not clear enough?

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  • I say sentences like

    Ugly ass thing, it’s so freaking cute!

    To the air

    The air which is just losing its mind around me

    What am I going to do when I’m the most sane person left?

    Just spending money I don’t have

    Existing all alone

    It would have been my bad if she hadn’t sentenced me to this life

    Isolated me from my family

    The Queen of Hearts

    It’s hard when it gets to be Summer

    And I can hear people gathering all around

    All these days that have gone by

    Me waiting for someone to notice me

    Anyone,

    Yah?

    Literally anyone

    Pluck me from this empty place

    Put me somewhere better than this

    Wherever that would be

    I don’t even dare imagine my life better

    When I do I tell myself off

    How could I have such thoughts when a life like it not once have I lived?

    Best not to play with Hope they tell you sweet nothings that are in fact just nothings

    Is it going to rain now?

    The grass is green in June

    I am pleased with this

    The weather my companion

    Earth

    Gaia

    Mother

    This doesn’t feel right

    I swear I’m a pack animal

    Yet I have no pack

    Do you listen to the wailings of the loneliest whale the same?

    I just don’t speak on the same level

    The wails of several dogs

    And then some sirens

    Odd

    Usually that’s the other way round

    My mind it goes to him and my head it aches but I’m more concerned

    Not that silence isn’t new

    It isn’t new

    This isn’t new it’s just the same thing as all the other times and he’ll do something later that I will miss

    So far in this column we only have an alive and allegedly happy critter so

    Right?

    Always worrying about people who don’t worry about me

    Don’t worry about me let us worry about blank

    A million beautiful ladies

    And a million beautiful men

    And all the beautiful trans people

    It’s not right to imagine myself succeeding among them

    Now the wind is quieter

    But the clouds have hidden my Sol

    A thousand good things for you

    Someone else will have to wish some for me

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