Poetry

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

  • If I didn’t come all this way for nothing

    Is there even reason to continue?

    It feels so pointless

    It’s only going to get worse

    Someone please tell me what the point of this is?

    Working myself as hard as I can and still not getting by

    And relying on other people to help until they can’t and I’m fucked again

    They view is nice

    But I’m in pain and suffering endlessly

    Is to live, pain?

    There’s no point to writing this out anyways

    Just so one person can read it

    If that

    Pointless

    But you want me to push forward

    Why would you want that?

    I’ll never know the answer

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  • When I see people fighting nations

    I often wish them well but have no faith

    A letter, penned to Canada, to stop deforestation

    But I know they won’t do it, whomever Canada is

    And it’s nice to see people trying but good people don’t win in this world

    A judge in the states just threw out a child sexual abuse case against the Morman Church because church people “don’t have to report” child abuse

    Meanwhile they’re all protecting the children from trans people

    It was their father

    Two innocent children were just told their abuse was legal

    And the Mormans, Jehovah’s witnesses, and Catholic church have been lobbying to keep it that way

    Despite good people trying to stop it

    So we’re going to cut down all the trees

    Raping children is apparently fine

    But trans people are the problem we’re choosing to tackle right now

    And that’s why the good people will never win

    Because the general population of stupidville is always fighting some boogeyman instead of the real problem

    I genuinely hope the world enjoys traumatised people who will probably die enmasse from heat stroke before they’re fully adults.

    You people all work so hard to make it this way

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  • It’s interesting to feel silenced,

    When you’re me

    Just sort of an

    Oh

    Okay

    It used to light a fire in my stomach

    Until I learned my worth to this world

    My voice is not important enough to get angry over

    It’s never important enough to get upset over

    Just another day my voice didn’t reach

    It’s really just the same thing every day

    If I spoke with my true words no one would hear them

    No one hears them here

    Someday

    Maybe someday my voice will matter

    I don’t think I’ll live to see that day though

    I am so much smaller than everyone else

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  • To be within your right to commit genocide

    Cause that’s a thing

    The sickness these people spew

    Abrahamic God said

    Thou shalt not kill

    And forth his people went in search of asterisks to this rule

    And though he not once actually spoke up and said

    Oh, yeah, except for you

    They all just… Decided it didn’t matter?

    The only solution to this is that they’re going to be allowed to rain bombs down

    I wonder who will be left?

    What percentage of Israel’s population is 2000?

    What percentage of Gaza’s is 10000?

    Why does it seem so obvious to me this is David and Goliath

    But this is real life, so David loses

    Do I sit here and mourn every thousand upon thousand of lives?

    The colonized lose

    Because this Earth is broken

    Disgusting humans

    Always trying to come up with asterisks to you should not fucking kill

    Sides

    Like it’s not Israel the government versus all of fucking Palestine

    Instead it’s the Good Noble Wonderful All of Jewish Kind

    Against evil barbaric Hamas

    Oh and several thousand oopsiedaisies

    Oh those oopsiedaisies

    Silly people getting in the way with their lives!

    They should have fled to the boarder where we won’t let them through!

    Like they aren’t even alive we’ll mow them down

    The death toll will be our high score

    Within their right

    One moment while I go vomit

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  • How would I go back and face a younger me?

    Filled with dreams of what we were going to do

    We were going to live in Japan

    Someone was going to love us

    There was going to be a happy ever after together forever

    All the things I was going to do

    Travel

    Learn languages

    How would I face my younger self and tell them

    Japan was a momentary blip

    No one loves us

    There is no happy ever after, just revolving poverty

    All the things we were going to do

    Instead we started using a cane at 27

    Instead we had to drop out of school because we can’t learn like they teach anymore

    Instead we live in our chair

    Experiencing the world through video games

    Our escape becoming our window into the outside world

    How would I tell myself that we wrote a book but it will sit, unfinished, on my hard drive forever?

    I don’t know

    I am terrified to face the child in me whose dreams became dust

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  • Invent a holiday! Explain how and why everyone should celebrate.

    A week

    To celebrate everything Earth. In the Fall.

    Celebrate the harvest and the sleeping of the trees

    The turning of the year

    Each day a different vegetable that had been harvest will be featured

    A week to reflect on how we treat the Earth and her creations

    A week to think back on the summer and envision the next

    Think of how we should be treating the Earth and her creations

    A week to acknowledge our position to the sun and it’s going away to come back later.

    Celebrate the weather we love and hate

    Celebrate transitional seasons and solstice seasons

    To consider our position on this gem in space

    How precious she should be, how present in our lives she should be

    The week should include the harvest moon.

    To consider our place in this world

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