Poetry

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

  • Talking about inadequacy

    It’s looking at all that

    Versus this

    As if I could ever stand up to that

    Sol

    You came out for just a moment as the song ended

    And I can still feel your warmth

    Trying to break through again

    It’s beautiful

    But it’s

    It’s just about his ordinary life

    Meanwhile in the world things are happening

    And this continuing on like thousands haven’t been erased recently

    There’s just more important stuff than supporting nothing right now

    I’ve noted his lack of enthusiasm about it

    Offering it up days later like an after thought

    I wish he could see what I see

    Hermes send him something that will get it through his thick skull that he is worth it

    Worthy

    Maybe that is the thing we of this kind of too much struggle with the most

    Tiny tits in the yard

    I’m not even sure if we do have this akin between us

    Read between the lines so damn hard I can’t think straight

    That’s alright I’ll never be straight

    I love you

    You stupid beautiful man

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  • What are you good at?

    I’m good at making things lyrical

    Just everyday things

    Thrown into the pot of words

    Out comes something vaguely poetic

    I swear I speak in prose

    Constantly composing

    This endless waltz I’ve landed myself in

    The dance

    The pas de deux

    We dance by ourselves

    生命の

    And what not

    We

    And me

    The universe is always here but we seldom think of them

    Those few one things that will be with us in our forever

    I wonder if there will ever be a day I can be awake

    Truly

    See all this nothing looks so poetic

    How strange

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  • What does “having it all” mean to you? Is it attainable?

    My vision of “it all”

    Is me living in a single story, small, house

    With my various creatures

    With enough money to care for them

    And myself

    No rent

    Being able to buy things when I want them

    I don’t want to be making million dollar purchases

    I want to be able to afford my rent after spending $200 for fun

    Rather so my mental health doesn’t plummet

    Or just not have any rent

    If I could eat when I’m hungry

    Eat what I want

    Afford my medication without it being half my pay cheque

    I would have a cleaner and a cook

    Only because I struggle so much with both and I miss home cooked food

    Never another unflavoured TV dinner

    But me having it all

    Would require everyone else having it too

    Though perhaps it everyone lived more like me this poor planet could sustain that

    I wouldn’t be able to find happiness surrounded by suffering

    The pieces of peace I attain now are almost certainly a defence mechanism so I don’t lose my mind again

    If this “all” also had close and caring communities I wouldn’t object

    Ah fantasy

    Now I shall go back to being short on rent

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  • Has anyone noticed the winds?

    They come on faster

    Stay longer

    And blow harder

    And it’s just another thing going wrong

    But once again I seem to be the only one noticing it

    Water drying too fast after the rain

    Too little rain to begin with

    We know winds can travel at hundreds of kilometres an hour on other planets

    Yet we seem to have no fear of it

    The increased numbers of storms are on the radar

    “Increased climate events”

    And all that

    But they don’t mention the mundane

    They never do

    It’s always about the big stuff

    They don’t seem to care that the little stuff is what is adding up to create the big stuff

    Ever

    In any time

    And I find myself cursing it

    Damn wind

    But it is our clear warning that we have gone too far

    The gust I saw a few nights ago

    It’s not the wind speeds that are the problem is the strength with which they come on

    She’s going to wreak destruction upon us

    If we haven’t already shot eachother to death

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  • You can’t tell me the universe doesn’t do me favours

    A rainy day, but I came out just in time to see the Sun

    My dear Sol

    To come out and feel the realness of sunlight on my skin

    So others feel the way he studies their face with his light

    Like a thousand thousand fingers

    Death is inevitable

    I entertain the thought of being immortal

    But I know it is true

    It is that I can come to you, again

    Tears have fallen, I am but am exhausted husk of grief

    But you touch me and I can feel that maybe it’s okay

    That it was awful

    And she is gone

    But you and I are still here and you parted the clouds yet again to let me know it

    There is a gentleness in the Universe’s timing

    I would have suffered so much if I had come home to her gone

    This has been yet another day where grief is all I know

    But I can feel all of you out there

    Heh

    There are so many of you gathered around the Sun right now

    Endings are hard and I have signed up for many

    But somehow

    Somehow

    When my soul cries out for someone to just hold me together for a moment

    There’s that big ol’ shiny ball

    It may be selfish to think that the Sun would do such a thing for me

    To be with me at moments I most need

    Someone

    And the planets just so happening

    Space is weird

    The Universe is weird

    You and your strange cosmic timing

    This place is far more mystical than we will ever know

    Thank you for laying upon my skin for a moment dear Sol

    It makes me feel like I’m not alone

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  • Oh grief

    I just said I’ve had enough

    So Onyx dies why not?

    My sweet baby

    Oh how I’ll miss your broken wheeks

    In my arms

    You time these things so pointedly

    Universe

    Because would I have rathered that she go through it without me?

    Like it has to happen

    Eventually

    Signing up for the life of an animal friend means signing up for the death of said friend as well

    Well it should

    She was so small

    I will never forget

    My sweet Onni

    They fight more valiantly for life than I have seen any creature

    I am in awe of their magnificence

    Until we meet again

    Lay the path of the Ferryman

    In his boat do find

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