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