Poetry

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

  • The Sun is tormenting me today

    Bright in the wrong moments

    Too damn close

    Loudly killing the clouds as they come into view

    It’s the time of year when I start being accutely aware of when it last rained

    And we need more before it rolls into June

    The prairies are already on fire

    We’ll take some of Italy’s rain

    At least it’s not Mars yet

    Yet

    So determined to destroy everything

    Sun I wish we could go back to the days when I could spend hours in your light

    But they wrecked it

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  • The money is never high, but it’s a nice sentiment

    Wondering why being a working person has to hurt so much

    Oh it’s just the weather shifted and now I’m in agony

    What I wouldn’t give to just go to bed and stay there for a while

    But I stay up, you see, at least up. At least out of bed and sitting and interacting with the day

    I must not become bed ridden

    Practically bed ridden but not completely

    I have to keep fighting even without anyone with me

    Some fluffy potatoes and a bunny butler to keep me company

    Keep me going

    Thank the universe for sending them to me

    Curse what ever it is that causes death for taking them away

    Keep fighting

    Even with nothing I have to go on

    Even with hunger and an empty bank account bringing me down

    I have to keep fighting on

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  • Love is the answer

    I know it is but I don’t know what it means

    Does it mean I keep loving him?

    Even though I’m nobody and he loves her?

    Do I love the people that hate me?

    How do you do that?

    I don’t believe turning the other cheek works in a gun fight

    Read this blurb they don’t hate you they hate themselves

    It’s a nice anecdote and all but when they’re bringing guns to point at people like me

    It’s so hard to love a bodily threat

    You know?

    I love the ones close to me

    Love the Sun, the Earth, the Moon

    I know if people had more love,

    Loved more like me

    I hate to say I’m good something but I love so fiercely

    I’m sure I’m not the best

    But more like me

    I never expect the best

    The best is for those who have the talent running through their veins

    Above okay

    If there was that much love

    Could this world be saved?

    I don’t know.

    I don’t.

    But I know love is the answer.

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  • The sun came out just in time to dry my hair

    Oh sun I appreciate everything

    I’m inside now with your fire still burning under my skin

    I already miss you

    I wish I could bring you inside

    Get a lamp they say, like they’ve never really felt the sun before

    That he is so much more than a lamp

    Like they haven’t felt the pressure of light being on them

    Fire dancing across your skin from thousands of kilometres away

    Like they haven’t brought the fire inside with them on a late spring summer day and felt as it slowly disappeared from their skin

    Nothing can replace him just as nothing can replace the Earth.

    I worship them quietly in my way, acknowledging them and being with them

    Light is a music I have yet to understand

    I wish I could hear it

    Don’t you?

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  • I’m in so much pain

    This body of mine designed to languish in bed all day

    Frankly I’d like an exchange

    It’s this odd tightrope

    I almost prefer being unable to work full time

    Forced to trade the majority of my life for nothing in return but living so I could continue to work

    What a sick, twisted world this is

    That I’m practically bed ridden and thinking I might be the lucky one

    Legitlated poverty not withstanding

    Wouldn’t want life to be too easy for us lazy disabled people

    Yup, sick and twisted.

    I feel like I’ve worked a full work week with a cold

    Cursed flesh and bone

    No one wants this body

    With its insesant fat and its inability to function

    Can’t remember what I said less than a minute ago

    I’m so frustrated all the time

    Too sick to cook, too sick to clean

    Too sick to afford someone who could do it for me and heaven forbid someone wanted me enough to do it because they can and want to.

    Sometimes I’m jealous of my mum for having a soul mate

    None of that’s for me

    And how could I expect someone to take me?

    With so much can’t

    I wish there was so such thing as getting better

    But that’s not for me either

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  • Where are you?

    Tap tap tap

    Knock knock knock

    Where’d you go to when you’re not presenting me with your face?

    I miss you

    Like wonder what you’re up to

    How’s your dog?

    Does my missing even mean anything?

    Just post your face so I can see it’s in one piece

    You’d better be in one piece or I’m gonna find you and put you back together again

    What a long time it’s been since we were in the same room

    I’d like to be on the wave length that brings you to me

    I demand proof of existence

    As much weight as one of my demands carries

    If I’m the world’s number one non-binary princess you’re its number one prince

    Have you been taking care of yourself?

    You can do things other than work, you know

    I say as I am never torn from my world’s greatest hyper fixation

    You, you know.

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