Poetry

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

  • I know you’re fine

    I think I know you’re fine

    I wish I knew you were fine

    Could you just tweet out

    I’m fine

    Every four days or so?

    Please?

    It’s just the worry in my head gets to me when I notice the absence of someone

    Congratulations you’re one of the few people whose absence I notice

    It’d be nice if there was an are you fine button

    Are you still alive?

    Yes?

    Good that’s all I wanted to know.

    But, no.

    Am I to assume silence means you’re having a great time or a bad one?

    Not that there’s anything I could do if you were having a bad one

    Curse these rich people for demanding our adoration and then not telling us they’re fine

    Are you fine?

    What do I do?

    Do with this worry

    Chester this is your fault

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  • Bright white behind the dots

    Speckled little spots illuminated by your supreme light

    Brilliant sky man,

    Or woman,

    However you’re feeling today

    Whether you’re really setting or not yet is probably a topic of debate

    But to me you get this evening glow to you

    A gentle light after the day’s harsh heat

    As the sea air rushes in to fill the space left by the hot air of the day

    I’m sure it will be windy this night as well

    Your light seems longer

    Almost as if you’re shining through a curved surface

    Imagine that

    Beautiful sun

    Oh beautiful sun

    Must tomorrow come so soon?

    I wish I could hold on to these summer evenings

    As you slowly turn orange

    If you’re my one love I’d rather not

    But I wish I could catch this

    Sunset

    That beautiful transition between blue and eternity

    Make your stars bright

    And good night to mine

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  • Why can’t I just get along with no money?

    Working is killing me already

    I’m so sick of living half alive for the privilege of having a roof over my head and food and medication.

    I feel so over done

    My body has been screaming at me to stop but I keep going anyways because I need the money.

    It’s sick

    It’s sick and twisted and anyone who reads this and thinks disabled people are supported enough in this world

    Should probably end up disabled

    Which, haha

    Most elderly person have some kind of disability so have fun existing in this world you decided was okay when it gets you

    My wrath is a tightly kept secret

    That I want every person who mistreated me to feel how I felt

    It’s fine I keep it to myself

    I just wish this world was better for everyone

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  • All these people shocked about the amount of smoke

    Because it’s New York right? Surely the rich people paid enough for Mother to give them clean air right?

    Await my supreme eye roll

    You’ve only been allowing companies to continue to do exactly the same things and then things ten times worse for the past 50 years

    Making fun of all the groups trying to tackle it because climate change was a joke

    Well, there you go, you got exactly what you asked for, which is hell fire. Smoke comes from hell fire, enjoy.

    They called me bleeding heart tree hugger

    And now there are no trees to clean their air

    Lucky it wasn’t us this year because

    Spoiler alert

    This was already happening five years ago!

    In the middle of my insanity the sky turned red and I believed I’d caused it

    There’s no forgetting that shit

    But, no. Nothing.

    At the very least perhaps some rich people will be inspired to try to help

    Except it’s already too late

    They didn’t hear the alarm bell ten years ago that said we had three years to completely change or else

    Poor unfortunate souls living in the hell they created and uphold

    Then they decided to set it on fire

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  • You can find empathy in so many places

    I don’t know if bugs do it, but mammals do.

    Even predators under the right conditions, perhaps it’s just that it’s the right being

    Sharks show attachments to humans, and there must be some empathy, some connection as beings that they feel for that to happen

    But saying I’m empathic often provokes derision

    Saying that I am an empathetic being that often understands and takes on people’s emotions

    I wonder if it’s the hate of being understood or the hate of people who understand

    Don’t get me started on energies

    If you can’t read them you can’t know what it’s like to read them

    Just like a cis person will never understand gender dysphoria in trans people

    Unlived experiences can be listened to like a story

    The emotions provoked by the experience can be understood

    The experience itself is personal to whomever lived it

    I wonder if it’s wrong to understand emotions

    Not that I always understand my own

    That’s more of a mental block than anything

    I feel everything so strongly

    The people I cannot understand are those who have little emotion

    The ones who don’t feel things as strongly as I do

    I wonder if being empathic is a skill or a detriment

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  • Me: I probably shouldn’t stare at the sun

    Also me: Does exactly that

    There you go again going

    Wearing the clouds like a sexy little shroud

    Look at you being all orange as you dip down into the where I cannot go

    Always beyond that line that separates where I am and where I cannot be

    If I could chase you I would

    Live in a never ending day

    Moving at a speed just enough to make the world stop turning

    You’re magnificent you know

    I hope you know

    I’d stare into the remnants of you on my retinas any day

    I’m sure I’ll be hiding from you tomorrow

    You big beautiful ball of fire you

    Counting the minutes until you’re back again nevertheless

    As you dip behind the hill and another day is over

    This is one tale of a sunset that was told

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