Poetry

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

  • Spend all day giving discounts to people that don’t annoy me

    I’d like someone to give me a discount on life

    Make it a little easier

    My depression kept me awake all night

    Because, of course, as soon as I recognise it it becomes me

    And I don’t want to do anything

    Can’t think of a single thing that I want to do

    Alone

    Forcing myself to kinesiology because

    Even if it’s a paid for interaction

    It’s something

    Weeks go by so quickly

    And so slowly

    Time wasted drip, drip, dripping away

    I am trapped inside the hourglass

    I thought someone was on the outside

    No one is on the outside

    I feel I will die here in this cage

    And no one will notice for weeks

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  • There is a me in my soul that is just screaming

    I was once told I threw a fit every time I didn’t get what I wanted

    I want to know where my fit for being disabled and poor is

    This life so far from what I wanted

    And my stepdad is posting pictures of them by the fire and calling it living

    My mum just sent me a passive, “I’m sorry honey!”

    When I said I spent about 16 hours awake the last two days and I’m depressed because I have nothing to do and my brain gets tired of things so quickly

    Why can’t I live?

    Do you know how much I want to just leave?

    Walk out into the forest and just die there

    At least I’d be where I want to be

    Somewhere out there in the woods living in a little cabin

    If I have to be alone forever why can’t it be where I want to be?

    And not here trapped beneath a cop whose bastardiness grows with each spin around the Sun?

    If I have to be alone why couldn’t it be somewhere where I’m not surrounded by people who are living much better lives than me?

    I can hear some event going on somewhere

    People enjoying

    I want to enjoy

    Why can’t I enjoy?

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  • It’s true

    Silence was betrayal long ago

    To treat someone like they don’t exist

    And they live around me telling me all about their lives

    But I exist in this silence

    That I fill with talking to myself

    Because if I didn’t then I’d get a sore throat at work

    But 99% of what I say disappears into the air

    Into nothing

    Into no one’s ears

    This silence

    This betrayal by everyone to see that I have needs that aren’t being filled

    The same silence they turn on unhoused people

    That

    If we ignore it long enough maybe they’ll go away silence

    Oh I know this silence well

    Don’t I?

    Life feels like a betrayal

    Like every second that isn’t filled with someone for me to love is another

    I will never have the life I wanted

    It’s gone, dead

    But can’t I have something?

    I don’t know how much time I have left can’t this silence end?

    Please?

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  • I wonder when I’ll stop writing you things you don’t want

    Thought

    I’m going to write him a birthday poem

    Thought

    No I’m not it’s not like he’ll read it

    Or any of the other ones I wrote

    I suppose gifts are supposed to be returnable

    Something you can send back if you don’t like it

    I suppose that’s where I failed

    I highly doubt I’m the only one to thrust poetry in his face

    Happy birthday to you

    Soonish

    I don’t know why I bother you are already having a better life in general than I am

    You’re obviously going to have a happier birthday than I did or will or any other collection of words that means your life is better than mine

    Guitars and stuff

    It’s not like you have to go without food to afford your presents to yourself

    In fact I bet people actually give you presents

    So why?

    Me?

    Birthdays are complicated

    Mine are anyways

    You’ve got parents to think about

    I’ve got the ever present oppression of being alone all the time and never being able to escape it for more than a moment

    I wish you were poor and disabled and unknown like me so maybe then on the same level we could meet somewhere

    Why do I even want to

    This person who has pointedly ignored me for over 7 years

    So then why am I here?

    I came this far

    On a wish that never came true

    On a mission I never accomplished

    Just to say hello

    How I wanted hello

    I don’t know why I’m here

    Sol guide me, he doesn’t want anything to do with me

    I thought that was my purpose

    I can’t take this pointless life anymore

    I can’t take it

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  • The world doesn’t revolve around me

    I hear this a lot when I say I’m non-binary

    So why does it revolve around anyone else?

    Why does anyone else get a say on my life on who I am

    Because the world doesn’t revolve around me

    But I am experiencing my universe through my spirits, my eyes

    And I’m saying this is what I’ve found out about me

    Not about you

    Not about anyone else

    Things to do with me are 100% my say

    And there may be others saying the same thing but at the end of the day I am asking for base level face to face respect, for me

    I don’t care about any number of so called militant trans people “obsessed with pronouns” you ran into

    And sometimes having a nail slowly hammered into you head makes you a bit crazy

    Imagine you see yourself a way

    And literally no one else sees you that way

    It’s maddening

    It’s maddening that someone who I don’t know thinks they know me better than I do

    Not my skeleton (but thanks for fantasising about me being dead)

    Not my DNA

    Btw if you really wanted things done by DNA

    Mozart wouldn’t have been allowed to be a pianist

    But me

    Like me

    I know me best

    I’m annoying as fuck but I still deserve to be seen as me

    Just like everyone else.

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  • The raven caws thrice

    Sitting in him

    I’m still thinking of the other

    I’d go back to you

    If there was a back to go to

    Tell me why he seeps in?

    And if I’d just close my eyes and relax I’d feel great

    Sol shining down upon me

    Don’t miss me

    Hah

    Miss you is all I do

    Time has more than flown

    And you’re thoughtless

    Unless you’re lying

    Whatever

    There’s nothing to miss right?

    It’s not like I miss your blah blah

    The right song for the moment

    I don’t drink anymore though

    Clearly it’s a different story now anyways

    Singing back what’s been sung back over and over

    I do miss your face

    And so far I haven’t been able to get past it

    And when I thought someone had come along to finally make me forget you

    It’s the anniversaryish

    Of my ex trying to smother me

    I wish I could stop

    Who the hell are you?

    Why is my mind doing this to me?

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