Poetry
This is the general category of fuckery that goes on and on and doesn’t seem interested in stopping.
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2500
Boom that’s a number
I wonder if I’m in the top ranking for number of letters wasted on mediocre poetry?
I wasted my one chance (like I had a chance)
Ah, well, chances never stick on me
I wish I could 直接届く
You know?
ピピピ
Ah the sun is setting,
Let’s dedicate the 2500th to the Sun
To the freaking thing that gave us life
Thanks mate
Real solid
I don’t think that’s sarcasm yet but that might change
Down you go old man, young man,
My guiding light
Here’s to you and to Mum who we also would not be here without
No, in fact, we would be somewhere completely different if we weren’t on Earth
To Arcturus my bear
Saturn is around here somewhere
I shall have a very short party of one
It’s all been very, very, strange
I don’t know what to make of half of it, but I wrote it so there’s that
2500 and I’m no closer to my goal than I was
Ah, life
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Today I had a strange kind of energy
Despite not being able to sleep I found myself half an hour away from the end of my shift
And not dropping from exhaustion
Maybe those nasty little pretenders give me energy
Who knows
He’d have to be smarter than that to get me though
I wonder if we’ll ever meet face to face
The thought that I could gives me some hope
As hopeless as hope is
I wonder if you’re actually okay
It would be nice to know
It would be nice to know many things
Ah what a weird life
His car went by and I went back to the first
I remember the wolf. Do you remember the wolf?
Almost entirely alone these days
Me, by myself
Back then he came in and came in and went out
Back then I was torn between a wolf and a flame
Thought I had the right to be
Ah audacious me
I have been younger at older than younger
Younger me thought they had to be an adult
Older me broke magnificently into thousands of tiny regressed pieces
They say the first stays with you but I have two firsts
The one who has my heart and the one who had my body
He has my heart but doesn’t know it
He’ll never break it because I already pushed every button and he’s still here
But I’ll never know what it’s like to be loved
Still hopelessly engaged to the universe
I wonder if we’ll meet someday
I’d like to
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Wouldn’t it be lovely if one of those fake yous was you
They come thinking I’d be lured by the pretense of being contacted by a famous person
Don’t know I’d never believe it because I’m invisible
And I know it
Wouldn’t it be nice to be selected
Without some hidden motive
Sometimes I still day dream conversations between the friends we are not
Wouldn’t it be nice if those conversations could happen
But that would be too easy
I’m pretty sure the whole point of this exercise is to show me my place in this world
Which is as an inaffectual nothing person
At least I know my own importance
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You’re with me all the time
Like I was going to check and see
Hey is he alive today
Got lost in neurodivergency
And then there you were to remind me to check anyways
Sorry the universe is like
Dooooo it
How poignant
And what a stupidly spelt word
If I was the main character of a Persona game I’d be doing very badly
Very badly
What even is relationships with humans my best friend is the sun
Anyways
Be well human
All the chains of what we have and don’t have off I just want you to be 元気
It really doesn’t translate
Maybe some day I’ll dedicate time to explaining 元気
Gen as in beginning, ki as in spirit or air
It’s a beautiful word
元気でね
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I wonder what comes after us
It’s not fair that all I see is a snapshot of the life of our solar system
Where they all go at the end
I want to see it from beginning to end
I want to see how it traversed the galaxy, see how she lives afterwards
I wish I could know where life lies and seek it and watch it
Content though I am to observe the Earth
And grateful for the privilege
But even just our galaxy,
Has so much potential for the ridiculousness that is life
Scientists have a very specific understanding of how life is born
And I think they are woefully misguided
I believe life can exist in the most extreme circumstances
Pop up in places we humans would never dream to go
I do not believe that life requires oxygen
I believe the secret to life hides in water,
But that not all life requires it
It could be anywhere
When was it born?
Could I go back to that beginning or did life spring up in the very second of the expansion?
Or whatever it is that our universe started from
Oh to be an observer of this universe
This beautiful ridiculous universe
It really doesn’t make sense unless someone put it here but who put the someone?
And here, on a comparatively small little rock, wonders occur
Being alive is such a strange thing
What am I?
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I wonder what kind I am
I’m sure I can’t see it
But everyone else seems to be a version of someone else
Like people who have the same energy
People who vibe
I never found anyone who feels the same as me
I know I’m not unique
I can’t be
Human beings are at once special and similar
I feel I must have been raised in the wrong place
The wrong culture
But I haven’t found one where I fit
Forever the hangnail of the group
Kind of there and kind of annoying
Until one day you get mad and cut it off
I used to live my life changing colours as I went
Forever trying to be the thing everyone else needed
But no one has ever really needed me
And I’m not about to bring a whole human being into the world to need me for the rest of its life
Not into this world
Where my would be children would suffer at the hands of three generations of destruction.
And really it isn’t right to bring something that needs you into being to feel needed
It would be nice to be needed
To fit somewhere