Poetry
This is the general category of fuckery that goes on and on and doesn’t seem interested in stopping.
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Every song that has a you
Becomes you
That is the yous that are about loving you
How many times have I told you
A future without you is no future
Is a future without meaning
I could fold it into other words
I wonder if anyone recognises it?
Locked away as it is in this strange internet hole
I think of you at the oddest moments
I wish I could enter an endless dream with you
We’d sing the song of truth together
How I wish we could sing together
I have so many pretenses you must hate every one
How I wish I could present myself to you simply as a me that wants nothing
But, love, I am human
I am made up of wants
Isn’t that living though?
How I wish I wish I could wish a wish that sticks
This morning I had a message from
Josh Ramsay
How the internet likes to trick me I knew already it was fake but just for a moment
I’m probably something awful for loving him and having that moment
Desperately loving an idea
This shape I’ve created that could be human if it would just speak
Speak damn you speak
No I shouldn’t damn the shape of you I’ve idea’d
It’s all I have really
All I have to direct this love that goes no where
Sometimes I feel guilty but it really isn’t as though I’m harming anyone
Putting love into a hole on the web
Here I can say I love you I love you I love you
Put it somewhere other than my head
It’s nice to put it down
Otherwise I’d feel very alone
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Men just scare me
If you’re a man I’m probably afraid of you
That’s my one thing
I am (non boastingly so) incredibly unbiased
Usually when it comes to things people can’t control
But men
Men are unpredictable and volitile
I’ve watched a man go from completely calm to trying to murder me within the span of three minutes
I’ve had men threaten to murder me but not act on it
I try so hard not to judge but I’m so viscerally afraid
Slamming cupboard doors next to my head so loud my ears rang
Women have not wreaked the havoc on me that men have
Women are more subtle
A different psychological warfare
But I can choose to not take part in that
I can’t choose to not take part in a man exploding and murdering me
People are scary
Every interaction I’m filled with this slight dread
God I wish they weren’t so scary
Why can’t they all be as harmless as me?
As ineffectual and unimportant as me
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Missing you has always felt forbidden
I can practically hear you
You don’t even know me
And you’re right because my one chance to meet you you gave up
You were probably sick
It’s okay I give up sometimes too
I wish I could move the Earth to show you
What missing you feels like
Loving you sometimes feels forbidden but I damn it and continue
After all loving you is one of my truest emotions
Something that made me kinder
Started out so angry
Like an abused wild animal
Somehow I got here without you
Somehow
I’m missing you today
I really want to meet you someday
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Sometimes I wonder if the silence is better
Not knowing which of the imperfections are real
Maybe it’s better
Try telling that to my poor heart
Beating on for you like a war drum refusing to quit
I wonder what it would be like to hear your voice for me
Are your hands as big as I think they are?
Compared to mine?
I have so many questions
So few answers
What would it be like to have some?
Some answers
It’s so hot out
Would the answers be refreshing?
Just more questions
At least I know I love you
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Chester first thing in the morning
Good morning beautiful, I love you, I miss you
Yesterday I was feeling sad because you couldn’t hear your own words
Like Ashley didn’t hear her own words
Why are those kind and truthful words always for someone else and not you?
I wish I had the answer fast enough to save you
God only knows what I’d do to save you
Well, I love you
I love you both
I hope you found paradise
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Mother’s day must be difficult for those without
Without child or mother
Here’s to all the mothers who loved their babies with every breath, but are no longer with us
To every mother without a child to hold
To every son, daughter, child missing their mother today
To all the memories, sweet and sour
All of those little moments lost to our memories in-between
Mothers are so important.
If I might just make a nod to our mothers Earth and Moon
All the memories, had or unhad
Every memory even those just imagined
Here’s to your mum
She did good.