Poetry

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

  • If the question was who do you love

    I’d have answered it hundreds of times by now

    So that can’t be the question

    And I don’t even know your name

    Thing that keeps invading my head

    Like suddenly all the lyrics take on a different meaning

    And Only you can hear me

    A strange formula for madness

    I see people overwhelmed

    Instead I talk to it

    What even are you?

    Some dormant ability out of wack?

    And if you are a what, who are you?

    Sorry, nameless thing

    Nemo I guess

    It feels sometimes like there are so many signals out there

    Urging something

    Urging me to do something

    No, dear reader, it is not the classic “the voices told me to kill them” oft abused excuse for brutal murder

    It’s like I should take some power that I’m missing and do something about the state of the world

    And then I feel frustrated because I’m not a fucking magical girl and I have no idea what I’m supposed to do

    Wouldn’t it be lovely to have an English speaking companion that could help me figure it out

    Someone who wouldn’t dismiss it entirely for madness

    I feel like Sailor Venus without Artemis

    Like something bigger than me is compelling me to do something, but there’s no guidance

    Something

    And all this twisted love

    That one time I was like well then I must be Jesus

    That was madness

    But it was caused by this feeling

    I just want to be able to love all of them

    Maybe I’m Aphrodite but my look has gone out of style

    Because I low key want to smite people when they piss me off

    Non-binary Aphrodite

    I just want to make this thing proud of me so I can get on with my life

    Sometimes I feel god-chosen

    But in the Greek way where shit just goes wrong constantly because of it

    Thing?

    何となく、頑張る

    It’s my motto

    Constantly in the position to not achieve anything

    It’s hard to know what to do ever

    Also if you’re trying to get me to love myself I don’t think that will be possible

    Life is so weird.

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  • Write about your approach to budgeting.

    See money

    See amount of money I need

    Despair

    Beg and borrow

    Routinely have less have $1 in my account

    Cry

    Be hungry

    Don’t ever go out

    Ration food

    Worry about rent

    Worry about work

    Get sick from worry

    Miss work

    Despair

    Cry some more

    Never have enough for everything I need

    Buy things I shouldn’t because I’m constantly despairing and the dopamine

    Hate myself later

    Swear to never do it again

    Despair more

    Feel excluded from society

    Only buy cheap labour products even though it’s against every fibre of my soul because it’s all I can afford

    Put off buying anything important until it’s an emergency

    Never replace things that break

    Oh

    And despair

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  • They say “I have to laugh or else I’ll cry”

    Cry then

    Because laughing isn’t working

    And police officers are emptying entire magazines and a half into their own cruisers over a fucking acorn

    We have to stop laughing at dangerous people

    It’s only funny because you weren’t in the vehicle being shot at

    That poor dude, like someone just tried to kill him over an acorn

    Madness, giving people guns and then teaching them to fear their own shadow

    Can you imagine if some god had not been watching over that poor guy?

    Apollo was not on their side

    Not saying fatalities are god decided, just that the occasional miracle is

    Gods can’t be watching at all times, I assume they have stuff to do

    Shit goes sideways when they aren’t watching

    Bless whomever was

    Bless that poor guy

    Have I ever mentioned ACAB?

    Because ACAB

    Because what the actual fuck is “reasonable force” against an acorn?

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  • God why did I want to go out

    Humans piss me off

    Grubby hands all over my walker when I’m immunocompromised

    This dude who thinks the entire seat belongs to him

    I really hate sitting next to men on buses

    He grabbed my leg earlier

    Fucking dick

    Humans pissing me off all day

    I wish they’d just poof

    Bye

    Leave the world to me

    I don’t need anyone I’ve proven that already

    Hours alone

    Then it’s torture to be with them

    I sometimes wish I could understand them, but then I’d have to be like them

    And I don’t want that

    People who think that accessible seating on the bus is reserved for them even though I’m disabled and they are a stroller

    So sick of them

    Like sick

    There’s this handful of pure, sweet, humans and then the rest are garbage

    Like the average human

    Is garbage

    I try to be one of the sweet ones but I’m

    Bitter

    Like living a life like this doesn’t constitute bitterness

    People act like if you’re bitter you’re the wrong one

    Not the things that put the bitter taste there

    Not the things they made it bitter

    This constant passing of responsibility to the people that bad things happen to

    Another reason that humans are garbage

    I’m so disappointed in humanity

    I didn’t know walkers were communal objects until I got one and now everyone keeps fucking touching it

    Ugh

    Humans

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  • Said I missed the snow

    Now it’s snowing

    Universe what are you doing?

    Trying to show me why I shouldn’t want it to be snowing?

    lol

    You terror

    You know the drill, just don’t get me stuck somewhere

    I appreciate the early present

    It’s my birthday in just over a week

    A late birthday present for my mum whose birthday is today

    Let’s go commemorate it with getting holes put in my face

    It’s not even cold

    I proclaim now that it’s snow temperature

    And the wind mysteriously doesn’t bother me anymore

    I wish I knew why the cold never bothered me anyway

    I wish things were answerable

    Mysterious weather

    I believe in you all twenty-four hours a day

    I’m looking towards you

    The snow is nice

    Me, getting what I want

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  • It feels like there’s a storm coming

    My fingers hurt

    The wind is agitated

    This could just be another morning where I’m tricked and the Sun comes out

    But there is a tenseness in the air

    There are no birds singing

    None in the sky

    A far off seagull’s cry

    Often the bird that rides the early winds of a storm

    The clouds have a wrippled texture

    The only thing is they aren’t moving

    And yet

    I heard before I saw the wind pick up

    As the gusts blew through other things towards me

    It is growing as we speak

    Someone has let their in heat cat outside

    I have been hearing her for days

    Human beings shouldn’t be allowed to own other animals

    We’re no good at caring for ourselves let alone another creature

    Stormy Valentine’s

    Well it’s not like I’ve ever had a Valentine so maybe this weather is on point

    I was hoping for better for my mum’s birthday

    But I probably should have known better

    Cold from the wind chill

    I miss the snow

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