Poetry
This is the general category of fuckery that goes on and on and doesn’t seem interested in stopping.
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It’s not psychic ability
So what if I’m always a moment ahead?
Think of a band and it plays
Think of a song there it is
Weird things like seeing the car roll back before it did
Fun things
Knowing exactly how things will go, sometimes
Never in convenient ways
It’s not future sight
It’s moment sight
So I’ll be humming a tune and it will play?
Just another cosmic mystery
People laugh when you say psychic
Never knowing the peculiar feeling of having a dream and then living it
There are so many skills,
So many abilities
What a strange thing to have
It comes to me and then happens
Either I’m just incredibly gifted at just so happening to get these things right
Or it’s an ever lasting fluke
That really does me no good either way because it’s never anything important
Well it was, but there was no one to listen
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It must be nice
To be able to explain away the animosity
To be able to see people firing guns and say they’re not dangerous
It must be nice to explain away rich people collaborating with other rich people,
Who happen to be terrible
I feel so out of the world
Like you see someone firing guns and think it’s funny?
Something is wrong with these people
I know I’m a problem, I know I’m a mess, I know, I know, I know
But damn if they don’t explain away dangerous people easily
Just like they explained away Hitler until they were forced to admit, not that they were wrong in any sense of the word, that he was.
Is it easy to look at someone pointing a gun at someone you do not care about’s picture and shooting
And say “that’s not dangerous”?
I wonder what possesses these people
If they realise that by minimising the problem they are feeding the fire?
Hahaha, he’s so dumb
Let’s just skip over the fact that the rage was meant for a human
I’m jealous of all of your abilities to not notice anything wrong.
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The sky is scaring me
Why are the clouds yellow?
Did someone pee in the clouds?
How rude of them
Also that strange fog seems to be back
Please for the love of god will you all stop losing Persona 4?
Though, let’s be fair,
They probably would fail if it actually happened
The good in video games just doesn’t really exist
I don’t believe there is anyone on Earth who could save it
Oh that’s awkward Living With Determination just came on
Some jazz Persona 3
I’d be pretty surprised if this didn’t always happen
That Cosmic DJ with his timing
Well anyways the sky is super suspicious
It’s pink over the ocean though that’s pretty
And there are birds flying over the ocean so it’s not a storm
Mystery
Is it pink because the sun is setting there?
Earth you concern me with your weather
There are too many colours in the sky
Rain is coming though
I feel her in my fingers
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Life will change
Yesterday
Ah, yes
You should bet I’m freaking out
3 hours to get home?
Sometimes your phone spells out hoe for a bit
It’s funny until I remember that I’m still going to be sitting in the cold for 30 minutes
Thanks boo!
Ugh fuck this circumstance
Why does everything look apocalyptic all of a sudden?
Strange colours
If it’s really just a day away
How long is that day, cosmic DJ?
Life could change
But will it be for the better?
Yes okay it’ll be over in a bit if I just hold on
Fucking fucks
This melody is going to rock
You gave me a voice
I’m but a robot
You gave me life
Didn’t you?
Well that’s the question I suppose
But a clay doll
You gave me the melody
So now I can say
Fuck fuck fuck
What a colossal waste of my time this is
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To the future I can’t see foreseen
Everything is here
I’m convinced this is Eden and they just don’t know
I’m convinced they got in their own way and made it hell
Don’t you feel the rays of the sun?
How can this not be heaven?
But we’ve got ourselves to the point that we’re allergic
To our own planet
Constantly trying to change her into something she was never supposed to be
My dear, they don’t see the value in life
Should I mourn the loss of their souls?
Trying to sanitize her away
So far from where we started
I’m convinced this is not what anyone wanted
If not for some handful of people
Don’t you wonder what taking care of everyone would look like?
Everyone
Shelter for anyone
Food for the hungry
No animal starving or suffering
Not one
Why don’t people want to see what that is like?
Either they have Stockholm syndrome or there is actually something wrong with humans
So what am I?
Wake up
I’d wake up but there’s no one here to see me
You know?
There’s no team of misfits here to help me change everything
No Sheppard
No Hawke
No Dragonborn
Nothing and no one
Just me, only me, with me, starring me
I hate me
Can’t stand to be with me
Sentenced to do nothing but spend time with myself
I just want some freedom
If only I could just go
I’d walk into the woods like that boy did in Alaska
I’d probably die too, but at least it won’t be like this anymore
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Maybe there are people who were like me
Maybe they were just like me and hid themselves in plain sight
It’s so easy to hide
I post the link to this mess everywhere
No one clicks it
Continued anonymity
I wonder if I’d even know another me?
People tell people to help their friends small businesses
But this shit is raw
I guess
Not exactly breakfast conversation
So what do I do?
Desperate for a voice I don’t have
All these people with millions but no
No real change
Everyone you expect to do something does it quietly
Not a surprise good people don’t like to make names for themselves
Which is why I need a voice
I’ll be an absolute garbage person with a voice
Well, there are far worse people out there than me
I’m just not a good person
Though I try
I try
But there’s nothing to do to make myself
Bigger?
More visible?
I don’t know
I’m the one that’s unknown