Poetry
This is the general category of fuckery that goes on and on and doesn’t seem interested in stopping.
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What’s your all-time favorite album?
Astoria
It’s about me
Or at least I thought it was
Until it was
And then it was chillingly accurate for weeks
And then I kept going
Josh Ramsay is a genius
His music deserves far better recognition
He wrote Call Me Maybe but no one knows that
Astoria is my song, End of an Era is my song,
It’s all a part of me now
Words, cords, wailing guitars that I know better than myself
This whole project was supposed to be for him
Silence was return to sender
I remember
But i
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I have a question for the masses that I’ll never ask
Do they feel the sun?
Like I do?
Like, yes, heat, and light
But do they feel the pressure of the light?
Do they feel it?
Something irreplaceable
Something I miss when he’s not here
Like being gently touched
Do they feel music like I do?
Like my soul is an instrument?
I spent so much time younger feeling like people didn’t do things like I did,
But found that wasn’t true
But still in some ways I am much different than your average human
I am aware of it always
But if people don’t feel the sun like it do
If they don’t feel music
Well that’s unfortunate
I wouldn’t reproduce because my genetics are riddled with disease,
But I wish I could share this with someone
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What would your life be like without music?
Dead
My greatest fear is becoming deaf and not being able to hear music anymore
Music is my inspiration it’s my life blood
Without it I wouldn’t have somewhere to hide in other people’s emotions
I don’t enjoy reading poetry like I enjoy writing it
I don’t even know if I enjoy writing it
My soul is music
If you could only feel the fire
My spirit lights with the sound
I’m not certain a life without music would be worth living
It’s kept me alive more than once
Music lets me know I’m safe
It’s so integral to who I am I cannot imagine a world without it
Music is the one thing humans got right.
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There’s this overarching theme to Christianity,
That people are treated how they deserve to be treated
I internalised this so incredibly that when people treated me badly I tried to change to improve
Because they wouldn’t treat me badly if I didn’t deserve it, right?
Do unto others as you would have done unto you
Blah blah blah
It has a point, to a point
It has a point until thousands of people are gathering to protest my existence
And my spam folder is full of people messaging me directly to tell me I’m deranged, or mentally ill, or a groomer, or whatever else they came up with today
I kept trying to right myself
Because me must be wrong if people have a problem with me
But the reality is just that the myth of there being more good people than bad is untrue
Even if I could somehow save humanity, I probably wouldn’t do it
We seem unfit to inherit this Earth
We seem unfit to travel the stars
And I don’t think anyone will mourn us when we’re gone
And I don’t think we deserve to be mourned anyways
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There’s no instrument sound quite like the scream of a guitar
Though your voice may be the nearest second
I can get lost in a guitar but when it screams I am brought to life
Sound must be energy I’ve learnt to absorb
Or something
I experience music
I listen to music like everyone else
But I feel it
How to explain a sensation unknown
In the same way I feel bass
Whomever spelt bass like that is a problem
It grabs my attention, the cries of a guitar
But I live the rest of the song as well
I feel every fibre with every fibre of me
I hope I can find some new things to live to
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Write about your most epic baking or cooking fail.
I miss cooking
I was actually probably good at it
Following recipes is something I can do
I have, due to my memory issues, cooked Mr Noodles to the pot to the point there was no water in it, and the noodles took off the non-stick coating
I miss being able to cook for myself
Even if I had enough money to buy ingredients I couldn’t physically cook it anymore
Not a whole meal by myself
There’s nothing like having to recover from making dinner after dinner
I once made a Reece’s cheesecake with Oreo cookie crust
And now all my meals are terrible bland microwave food
Nothing taught me to enjoy what you have while you have it like ME
Nothing taught me to appreciate life like ME
But nothing else has taken more away from me.
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