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