Poetry

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

  • 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

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