Poetry

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

  • 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

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