Poetry

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

  • I wish we could talk

    You and me

    And then I could learn some things

    Just…

    Give me five minutes to look at you and see

    Everything you do

    Every mannerism

    Every word

    Every breath

    I just want to stop hearing about you

    Oh my god did you know that Josh-

    Stop

    Be in an interaction with you

    Something real

    Say hello and hear a reply

    I just want to talk to you

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  • I wonder what you are?

    Just an angry blip in my head?

    My psychosis isn’t me, but what are you?

    Can’t remember what I say or do

    But when I’m fine it’s like I imagined it

    When my mind is at ease it’s like it was a figment

    Are you another side of me? A slice of me? A piece?

    Are you a broken fragment? Or are you a whole other being happening in there?

    Of course there’s no answer

    There’s only an answer if I’m sick

    Are you just another sickness?

    Another symptom of my brain being unable to handle the universe?

    If only my brain could handle the universe

    At least I’m not delusional

    I guess

    Just trying to identify the unidentifiable

    There was these team sense before

    And now I seem like the sole occupant

    I wonder if anyone loves you or if you’ve turned the world against you while simultaneously turning the world against me

    I hope you don’t come back, but your lack of presence is duly noted

    Mystery thing

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  • It would be nice to see him

    But I don’t know if I’m allowed

    Too many unanswered questions

    And impossible possibilities

    But to see his face

    Face to face

    To see him

    I wish I could afford to meet him

    Actually say hello and hear a reply

    It would be so nice to hear his real voice in my ears

    Imagine sound traveling straight from his mouth to my ears

    If only I could afford to hear him

    I wonder if I could even afford to see him

    It would be so nice to be good enough to see him

    I wonder what it would be like

    I wish I could see him

    Even if I have to miss him all ov

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  • Tonight I’m mad because you’re irresistible

    Because I’m still caught in your orbit

    Because no matter how hard I tried I would never be enough

    I just hope you’re happy doing what you’re doing

    Writing the same song six ways

    I hope it’s fulfilling

    I want to know how you’re doing again

    I wish I could just ask you and get an answer

    I wonder if it would be the truth

    In my dreams we talk like good old friends

    In real life no one word has been exchanged

    Would I even know you if I knew you?

    Or just one of the many faces you show to the world to get by?

    I wish I could know your soul

    Just hold it for a while and keep it safe from real life

    But it will never be my job to do that

    I just wish I could know you

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  • I have to wonder how I ended up how I did

    I’d like to think I’m better

    He probably wouldn’t help the homeless

    They say that thing about the apple

    Not falling far from the tree

    I fell so far away from the tree

    But really there are two trees

    Maybe I just fell farther to the other side

    And that’s a good thing, I’ve come to learn

    The good part of growing up

    I live in similar solitary ways

    But I don’t try to destruct things

    Don’t try to poison things

    I don’t do much of anything because the world terrifies me

    But I digress

    I, perhaps, somehow broke the chain

    I am broken in many ways

    But I don’t try to break people to fit my image

    I just love people who fit my image

    I just want to put people back together

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  • Greed makes me so sad

    It doesn’t make sense to me

    If I had unlimited funds I would only live the same way I do now

    Maybe I’d buy books and video games

    But I wouldn’t buy all of them and then sell them back at twice the price

    I only want as much as I need to be content

    Why does anyone need more?

    If we all only took what we needed

    Even if we took just a little bit more than we needed

    But taking everything just doesn’t make sense

    Why would you not leave some for someone else?

    Don’t you think that’s how we came together?

    Why we started living in groups with complex relationships

    I wish that greed was treated like a crime

    Something one could be punished for

    No we don’t care if you take a second helping,

    Don’t take all of it

    I wonder if there is something broken in the heads of those that have?

    Did something go wrong with the wiring?

    Why take all of it?

    You can’t possibly use it

    Just stop being so greedy.

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