Poetry
This is the general category of fuckery that goes on and on and doesn’t seem interested in stopping.
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There is a bad man
Who needs to be stopped
If someone would just stop him
Today I am supposed to be celebrating my birthday
And instead I am thinking about the blood strewn across our good mother earth
The victims’ only crime being born on the wrong side of the line
It is my birthday and I am reminded how disgustingly powerless I am
Because decent people don’t get into power
And then I look at my bunny
And, if there is a good god,
He will never know about this war being started by angry, greedy, sad little men who deserve nothing more than to be fed dirt until they cannot do anything but feel the dirt all the way down their throats until their stomachs explode.
Ahem
Humanity is so complicated
So
Such a sad thing
That we just let him do this
We just watched like
Look he’s going to do this
We let him into our peaceful Olympics
Rewarded him with medals
And I am powerless to stop it
Watching time and again as these sad, angry, disgusting men do whatever they want.
Why is it that I can enjoy my freedom without bothering anyone else
But this sorry excuse of a “person” has to kill people to enjoy his?
Just…
Be creative universe!
Do anything!
People are dying and I can do nothing but sit here and say angry things.
Wish the universe would do something for me
I wish I could do something
My thoughts are with Ukraine tonight.
I wish my thoughts could reach you.
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Really, it’s not like I don’t have friends
I always have someone come through to save the day
I know I’m fortunate that way
But I don’t have anyone to talk to
No one to spend time with
No one that sends me a text just saying
Beach?
That already knows the answer
I am so lucky to have people who will always catch me when I’m about to fall
But I just want to have coffee and go for a walk
Okay, maybe less walking these days
These days
Couldn’t we go for a drive up island?
Couldn’t we wander the grove?
I just want there to be a we
Me plus…
Someone
A kind person who understands me
Just someone that loves the animals
And understands me
I wish someone would understand me
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Friends must be nice
In a longing way
It must be nice to have someone to see
Someone that wants to see you
I have people in my life
But they never want to see me
I’ve seen people make time for others
Fit others into their important and busy schedule
They don’t do that for me
I don’t fit anywhere
They don’t want me
It must be nice to be wanted
In a dejected way
I wish I was good enough for people to spend time on
I know it’s fleeting
I know it’s precious
But I would spend my time on them
Is anyone there?
Does anyone want me?
Into the depths of the sadness
The lonesome, solitary, sadness
With tears streaming down my face I ask the space around me
Can I have a friend?
Will anyone be my friend?
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Without it
Every little thing that’s wrong with my life piles up
Without it
I stumble into the water
I can’t feel like myself, I can’t just wait until it’s better
I just suffer
More aware of the aches the pains
More aware of the can’ts and impossibles
It would only take a drop in the bucket for me to feel better
But no one has any to spare
I wouldn’t be stuck like this if this world was better
And I dwell on the stuckness
Dipping into the waters of sadness
I just want to feel
Not even better
I just want to feel
Less useless, less of a burden, less of a problem to be dealt with
I don’t know how to ask for what I need
And there’s no one to give it to me
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There seems to be a distance
Something placed here
Was it you? Or just happenstance?
No matter how far away I am near
This I swear
No pretense here
I only have what I have to give
Nothing to expect
Just a moment waiting to happen
It could be a great moment
The first moment we connect
I thought that once
Once upon a time in a place far far away from here
I wonder what it is now?
Do I let the melody save him?
I wanted to be a part of this too
Someone
Something
I wish I could find a way to him
Just so I could say to his face
Damn it you’re fantastic
Can’t you see all of us down here on the ground looking up at you in amazement?
Up at you who lives in the clouds and sings down his angel songs to us
Or something
Just something, I’d like to say something
I don’t know what I am but I know it would be my dream to care for you
Genuinely and not in this disconnected, far away, wall up, way
I wonder how you’re doing
I wonder where you’re going
I wonder what it feels like to be connected to someone who is so great?
It’s so sad he doesn’t see it himself
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If illuminating one was the goal
Undone
Undone
The never ending road we travel on
Just one more cog in the wheel turning neverending
Feeling like we’re left out of the story
We tell of him untold undone unseen
Just whispering whisperings into the net and trying to see what comes out
What comes out?
And this never ending story doesn’t seem to know or rather won’t accept that it’s over and done with
The damage is done
Nothing changed but he chose
He chose anyways
And beyond the realisation that Astoria was never even in the running
Merely an anecdote on a page in a margin
Something unseen by eyes, undone by invisible ink
Just another drop of ink
Has there ever been so much writing with so little ink used?
And yet more unseen by no one as we wait silently for judgement by one
If only he were still here
If only they were
And yet it never comes
And damn it it never comes
To these pleading eyes unseen the saying of silence
And silence is as this is after all silence itself
Never spoken by anyone these words are unspoken
Merely dripped inkless into the web
Would I even speak them were one there?
Hello I love you
Can I take all your pain?
Or something similar there said
No
Unwittingly no
Would there even be words to say were one there?
Rather they be lost forever
Rather unseen
Rather undone in time
Unendingly unknown