Poetry

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

  • There once was a human that loved the sun

    And every day they met with as big of a smile and as cheery an answer as possible

    Sometimes the sun was too close

    Both of them were aware this was the Earth’s doing and yet the human became annoyed at the sun’s closeness

    And every year as the days grew longer the human spent less time in the sun

    But as the Earth tilted back again and the days became shorter

    The human felt loss as the sun’s light disappeared

    And so the human grew fonder in the absence

    And as the days became their shortest the human cried out for the sun

    So the Earth tilted once more

    And the cycle continued

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  • Did you miss me? I didn’t I’ve been here the whole time.

    Supi died, fuck cancer

    I just hate this god damn writer so much.

    Like I just want to write without having to wait 30 seconds for the next line to appear

    This is so fucking counter intuitive

    I have short term fucking memory loss by the time the next line appears I’ve forgotten what I’m writing!

    Heck.

    Heck, heck, heck.

    Not writing poems has been fun, I did not stop thinking poems

    Because I will never stop creating until I find you

    Just trying to figure out the rhythm.

    Hey, at least Fall is here on time this year.

    Blessed Earth’s a wobbly girl day! (Yes it was yesterday, but I was bed bound yesterday)

    I bet the sun sees in like one billion frames per second and the planets just be out here wobbling around

    That would be so funny to watch

    Maybe solar flares are the sun laughing so hard it choked and spat out some fire because it is fire incarnate.

    You know, some other impossible possibilities for the universe to think about

    Dear universe

    I love you

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  • I’m a lot stronger but I don’t think the trauma made me stronger

    I think I made me stronger.

    Still a sensitive, emotional, being, but I feel less bewildered by my feelings than I used to be.

    I can say “hey I’m doing this cause I’m hurt right now”

    I don’t wallow in negative emotions and then almost end up drowning.

    Started viewing them like waves that come, accepted that sometimes they hit you at strange moments.

    I don’t like to say I’m adult. I’d much rather stay with Artemis and Apollo in adolescence, always curious and wondering, never sure, but, I’ve matured.

    Situations seem so different now I’m watching from these eyes.

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  • I kind of want my dreams to be real

    Every night I dream of this dark man

    This great being I am trying to return to

    He is sometimes beyond the planets

    Through a Labrinth

    Down a dark hallway

    Inside a mirror of chaos to be drawn out

    He wants me, like I am returning home to him

    He greets me with open arms

    He is warm and I long to return to his embrace

    But dreams are fleeting and I do not remember his face

    I do not remember his words

    His voice

    I wish I was going to see him, at the end of all this

    That I was some Persephone with Hades awaiting my return

    I want my death to be me returning to love forever

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  • Oh great mother, I don’t know why they harvest you

    I don’t know why they consume you

    I don’t know why they break you

    I don’t know why they take you for granted

    One of the two things that’s always there in our lives

    We celebrate the sun in various ways at various times for weeks

    And give her but one day

    A footnote, when every day we should be grateful

    Acknowledge that she is all we will ever have

    All we will ever know

    We should be protecting her

    Studying the intricate patterns that keep her all in one piece

    We came from her

    We much cherish her

    Great mother Earth

    I love you

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  • My tears fall at the end of your life sweet kitten

    I’ll miss all those days with you all the more

    Your cute little voice, your round little body,

    The way you aggressively kneaded blankets

    I’ll miss that second little forehead I always used to kiss

    Will you meet the first up in heaven?

    Will you try to play with her in the gardens?

    I know you’ve missed her

    As I will miss you

    Death?

    Be gentle with my baby and show her eternal love

    Guide her with her last breath out into the existence ever after

    I hope that someday I will understand why you come

    My beautiful little girl

    You will always be my kitten to me

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