Poetry

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

  • It hurts to be on the losing team

    The team of me that is losing so spectacularly

    The universe subtly and not do subtly pushing me in the direction of someone who doesn’t even want to know I exist

    Like I’m watching a video of you

    And someone in the room just says Ramsey

    Like I wasn’t already paying attention

    Thinking of you and then there you are

    It’s a mystery

    Even when I try to ignore it it’s just there every day

    There isn’t even anything I can do about it

    Because I’ve tried explaining it away

    It’s just insanity

    Just madness

    Probably something has broken in my brain that makes these connections

    Because it’s impossible that I was actually right about any of my insanity before

    I wish it would leave me be

    Leave me to live

    That strange list of artists that seem to revolve around eachother on my playlist like it’s the same day

    Ah

    Demons

    And not even on my playlist

    They find me

    What a strange Kingdom to come to

    Empty, but for me

    It hurts but I will keep sending you love

    You’re my only hope

    The only hope I ever had

    Seeing you say you love your job

    Makes my heart set alight with love

    Thank goodness

    Thank goodness

    Be happy you foolish fool.

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  • I wonder what it is that keeps me going

    No one seems to quite understand the hells I’m going through

    They all have their own hells and apparently no time for mine

    Even though I’d give so much just to be able to help someone else

    Just to be of use to someone

    This echo chamber

    Where I scream into the empty spaces of the internet

    At least I have somewhere to put these thoughts

    10,000 dead children

    They’ve been on my mind

    What horrors they must have faced

    Just children

    And seeing all the excuses why their deaths were justifiable

    No wonder fault lines are waking up

    If I was Earth I’d probably set things on fire too

    Of course they’re totally not related

    We almost deserve to have it done back to us

    Just standing here and watching

    And funding

    Genocide

    Like if bombs started going off here

    I’d probably just be like well we definitely deserve this

    Between the shock and horror

    Just a whole bunch of nothingness

    In a better world we wouldn’t spill blood for profit

    Well, Mama Earth, you have a couple hundred million years left

    Maybe you can try again

    I don’t think this one is worth saving

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  • Please don’t let your child suck on the merchandise and then hand it to the cashier to scan and bag

    I’m immunocompromised and I don’t need baby spit

    Also please don’t then ask if you can return the soggy item

    It makes me want to vomit

    Also please don’t cough all over your cashier?

    Human beings are disgusting

    And ever since getting sick I’m like 10x more aware of how gross people are

    Like handing me the inside out clothes you just tried on your naked body to turn the right way and scan

    Just a bit, but fuck you

    I seriously don’t need to touch your body

    At all

    Humans are disgusting and don’t even realise it

    I may be disgusting but at least I’m aware

    Like a woman looked at me straight faced the other day and asked

    Can I try these earrings in my baby’s ears and then return them?

    VOMIT

    Okay

    I feel better now

    I am sitting in the Sun so nothing can go wrong

    Nothing can go wrong when I’m in the sun

    It’s hard to type though because he is also very in my eyes

    Dumb beautiful ball of fire

    Just tried to spell fire and fiar

    I mean if my name is pronounced that way everything else should also be spelt and pronounced

    People need to stop being in such a forking hurry all the time

    People also need to rebel

    Which I suppose means they need to want things to be done right now anyways

    People need to be in less of a hurry with eachother on a face to face, car to car basis

    And more in a hurry about the issues choking our species and our planet alive

    The concept of a philanthropist billionaire is a fantasy

    I could possibly be convinced of a philanthropist millionaire, but it would have to be very few million

    Sun you are brilliant and wild

    It’s not a wonder your offspring are also brilliant and wild

    Their offspring are mostly brilliant and wild

    I’m sorry the black sheep in the family took over

    So sorry

    And I’m sorry all I can offer you and your offspring is love

    This thing humans made up

    That all the living beings seem to feel

    I just thought about how cute it would be if my guinea pigs could speak Mandarin

    I’m incapable of a straight thought, you should know this by now

    It’s so wild to me that every human is experiencing a different universe

    Every creature

    Plants

    Cells

    There’s no way it’s just here

    Unless fire is the key

    But I do suppose other kinds of life could exist still

    The mysteries

    I will never know the answers to

    This world is not short of them

    Imagine the universe?

    I feel like I felt the big bang when I had my overdose

    This intense feeling of being compressed

    And then it wasn’t

    And someone talking me through it

    I wish I had answers for the mysteries

    I wish others wondered as much as me

    I wish others could go from being angry to being fine like I can

    Emotions 5000

    And then it’s alright

    Probably something to do with this disease

    It’s all just a moment

    I don’t know what comes after

    I think of forever and experience gripping fear

    Because my only life so far has frankly been quite shit

    I can’t imagine this forever

    I just wanted life to be enjoyable

    It’s fine

    It’s all just wasting time

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  • I’m beginning to wonder if depressed people are the ones who are mentally ill

    I look at this world and wonder, who in their right mind wouldn’t be depressed?

    I wonder if there’s some ancient cry in us from a kinder civilization

    I wonder if man (and I do mean man because archeologists are seldom women) hasn’t put too human of a spin on our most ancient walking ancestors

    I wonder if there’s some in our lineage who would have inherited the Earth better?

    Someone less poisonous

    Truly it’s the people carrying on this charade of society that have to be insane

    And I may be driven insane in the process

    But I’m still far more sane than someone who would destroy the Earth for profit

    And I really don’t think I could be mentally ill when wherever I look my depression is enforced

    Encouraged

    Endorsed

    And people tell me to be positive

    Like I’m not grateful for what I have

    I am

    I just don’t think I (or anyone else) should be forced to accept the minimum in most things

    And be happy about it

    Why can’t everyone just have moderation and not absolutely everything?

    People say it’s not their fault and they earned their money,

    I’m not sure what part of me giving more than what I can manage every day I can isn’t earning my right to exist comfortably

    I’m really not

    Woke up exhausted and too sick to work today

    But off I go

    I need to save sick hours for when I’m sick next Fall

    Always trying to push myself harder for when I crash because I pushed myself too hard

    It feels like insanity to me

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  • The other day I had a pair of damage returns

    One looked like they’d wrecked it themselves and wanted a new one

    One had a tiny hole in the front

    My manager showed me how to remove them from inventory

    And then said “you might not like this” and ripped the clothes to shreds

    He was right

    I didn’t like this

    My thoughts went to the label

    Made in Bangladesh

    And how the probably young person that made it could probably have used a shirt

    Perhaps the sweater

    Then to the cold on my own streets

    That probably wouldn’t have cared the label was ripped out

    And what do I do?

    I can’t do that

    But my manager said they caught someone donating damaged items and they got fired

    But I cannot destroy a perfectly good piece of clothing

    It’s practically against my religion

    Destroying something someone else could have used

    And that’s capitalism

    The Big Man will sell his items for 97¢ final sale

    As long as he gets a dollar

    But would rather destroy the imperfect items than give to those who need it

    I’ve probably broken some confidentiality agreement

    But how do you stay silent about this?

    I was almost sick

    This world is so wrong

    Someone needed those things

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  • Not like I have a poetry website basically half full of me hating on rich people or anything

    Not like there’s documentation of me struggling with liking my not so famous fav famous person

    Who doesn’t take private jets

    Not like I have documentation of me hating all politicians

    The entire some thousands of poems about how fucking awful being in this income bracket is

    But, yeah, it’s definitely misogyny

    People get used to fighting the same demon and see it everywhere

    I am not your enemy I believe all rich people are the enemy

    So unless you’re rich I don’t really care

    Rich people

    With their leagues of empty minded fans who wouldn’t dare question them

    Well, empty minded when it comes to said fav

    No when I said eat the rich

    I did not say except

    Like, all of them

    Feed them to tigers or something

    Someone who would actually benefit from their existence for once

    It’s hard to be a one person army

    People keep thinking there’s some asterisk to my ire

    There is not

    Don’t tell me all the ways we’re fucking up this planet, I already know, it all needs to stop

    Eat the rich

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