Poetry

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

  • Maybe it’s just an echo of the past

    This tethering

    Got myself tied up in all these strings

    But none of them connected

    If I had a love powerful enough to stop all this needless bloodshed

    Instead I have nothing

    It’s difficult to even imagine

    What is being done in the name of

    Something

    I really thought thou shalt not kill was pretty cut and dry

    Revenge, disgusting, has been exacted and this is…

    So far beyond the scope of revenge

    I don’t know what makes people think it’s okay

    I know some of those people would butcher me in a second

    That doesn’t make it okay

    I wish humans didn’t face persecution for where they were born

    Where we land on this Earth to live

    Shouldn’t become our death sentence

    Children born and buried within months

    Nothing wrong with them except they’re breakable

    Like all the rest of the beings on this planet

    Fragile

    Precious

    Gone

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  • My Spotify is on a you kick

    I’ll be disappointed if this is instrumental

    I am disappointed

    That’s never a surprise

    Apparently it’s you-strumental right now

    I wish I could get a master list of everything you’ve written and just get all of it

    Because there’s something redeemable about you

    In my mind anyways

    Oh yeah I’ll say

    No, nevermind

    Pensive silence

    Waiting for the cry of the guitar

    Because your passion drips from the cords

    I don’t have any bridges to burn

    Burned them all

    I wish I could learn what is redeemable about you

    But my mind just makes itself up, you see

    I’m always the bad news

    Always

    Wouldn’t it be nice to live in a world where I could just walk up to you

    I don’t even think I want to look for love anymore

    Even though the melody is everywhere

    Looked for so long

    Just to turn up empty

    Yes, it is I, Astoria through and through

    Still composing

    Into nothing

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  • You’d never get my eyes right unless you’ve dreamt of me

    Somehow

    This part where there’s definitely not a snare and it’s you

    I don’t know what is happening but everything is instrumental

    I wish you’d choose me

    I wish someone would choose me

    Someone besides me

    If the answer is supposed to be me

    It’s not

    And I don’t have any value in myself

    It’s you

    That’s where my love is

    For some bewildering reason

    It’s you

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  • My mask has become a piece of armour

    Hiding my true visage from the world

    So I can sing my songs on the bus and most people won’t notice

    So I can make that face at a customer

    End facial expression policing I’m allowed to feel things

    I’m human

    Damn it

    And once again Mariana’s Trench sends me to space

    But I can experience it because my mask keeps my expression hidden

    I can get lost in it

    I wonder if anyone else experiences music like I do?

    The Sun,

    Ever lifting me up

    Then tethering me back down

    Cosmic DJ

    Can you see past the mask and know my true self?

    I tell you

    I tell you all of the things I think

    Save the night

    You know, forever unfaithful, sorry

    What a world to exist in

    Where I have to insist my humanity while simultaneously denying it

    Yes I am human

    No I’m not like any I’ve seen

    I wonder who I’m supposed to be

    Should I hide away like I do?

    It’s a mystery

    Dare I get close to anything

    Anyone

    See I can justify animals

    The life between meeting and final goodbye is filled with love

    But humans?

    They are filled with strife they force on others

    See I put my strife in a hole on the net

    I wish I could find what I’m looking for

    So I could take off the armour.

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  • Went out without my contacts

    My eyes feel naked

    Did you know that was a feeling?

    Naked eyes?

    Bizarre the human body

    I wonder if I’d want to keep on living if I knew what came after life

    So many ways the body betrays its host

    It’s all so very uncertain

    And it’s not so much the unknown as the nothing that I’m so afraid of

    Imagine being nothing

    That is more terrifying than hell to me

    So now I’m on the make hell better committee

    But it would appear I’m one of few

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  • No matter how much

    I wish I could save the world with my love

    Like I saw the title

    世界一初恋

    And that’s what I wanted

    The kind of love that could change the world

    Something to show them

    Something

    I know it wouldn’t be enough

    I don’t know what is right

    I just know what is wrong

    I can’t start thinking about what the right way to do things is until everyone is thinking of it because this is not something any human should be doing alone

    I just wish I could be exceptional enough to change the world

    Exceptional like Jupiter

    Exceptional like something

    I wish I spoke the same language as all these humans I’m apparently related to

    There’s nothing weirder than speaking allegedly the same language but no one hears you

    I wish someone could love me

    I’d be amazed by them every day

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