Poetry

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

  • 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.

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