Poetry

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

  • I find it decidedly unfair

    How I am linked to him but not he to me

    That I spend every day with thoughts of him buzzing about

    But he goes through his day entirely without

    Without whatever I am

    I am a stranger unheard of

    And he is my most treasured man

    How unbalanced that is

    How is it that this is allowed to stand?

    I mean fuck it I love him

    But he doesn’t even know I exist

    And not in a teenage “but he doesn’t know I exist” way

    I literally don’t exist in his universe

    I don’t exist in many universes but his is the one I want to exist in

    I want to

    I wish to

    I wish I could will it to be

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  • There you go setting again

    And here I go looking directly at you because

    Because why not?

    Merely a glance upon your greatness

    Greatness like you’re large

    And on fire

    And here we go again with the push and pull

    You’re coming back again and soon you’ll be too close

    But for now I will wish you ever closer and enjoy your every ray

    If there’s anyone I truly owe my debts to

    It’s you

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  • Thinking about you a lot today

    Put on your music and gave my empty store a concert

    Someday

    Someday

    I want to sing on the stage again like you do

    I want to stand on stage and be seen like you are

    But I’ve been thinking of you

    And your musical genius

    I wonder what time you get up in the morning?

    Or afternoon whatever suits you

    I wonder what you had for breakfast

    I wonder if you have the same excitement for food and my guinea pigs and bunny do

    I wish I could show it to you

    Because I think it’s important

    I want to know what you’re doing

    Where you’ve been

    How you’re doing

    Just be in good health

    I just want you to be in good health

    Want you to know you’ll be in my life forever more and I love the moments you’re in it

    I want us to be here together

    Even though we’re apart

    I’m just glad I got to be here to see someone like you

    Don’t think I’ll ever break the wall down

    But I want to see you

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  • I like bums

    Specifically women’s bums

    Simply because men’s are usually flat

    I like the shape and the curvature

    I have absolutely zero sexual interest in these bums

    I just like them

    I also like animal bums because they’re cute

    But I just wonder, why?

    Or rather, why am I different?

    Again these comparisons between me and anyone else, but I wonder

    For me it’s just the shape and it pleases me

    Doesn’t change my opinion of the person one way or another

    Just, Oh that’s nice, and then on to the next thing

    I’m made to understand other people get sexual feelings when looking at those parts of the body yet I have none

    I just like them

    I have to be careful because some people don’t like to be told they have a nice bum

    But I tell other animals that all the time

    Humans are peculiar

    Like, why am I attracted to bums (platonically) and not, say, elbows?

    Peculiar

    So very peculiar

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  • I’ve got my psychosis in a head lock

    It keeps insisting that by existing I am causing all suffering

    And then insisting that I am the only true being in the universe

    And I was thinking about this

    And realised the misstep

    Dear psychosis if you will explain how if I am truly the only being in the universe

    Why does it matter if my existence is causing suffering?

    Why if I am the only one here

    Then they are all simply something else

    Don’t worry I am not accepting the alternative fact that I am the only one

    I merely must point out this ultimate error that allows me once more to escape from these incessant thoughts

    You’ve been beaten by my inability to stop thinking for one bloody second

    Of course I know this is just round one I’m not letting my guard down

    It’s exhausting battling madness

    Such a drain on resources

    Especially when the only casualty is myself

    I don’t know how to rally troops around me

    I feel like I’m constantly battling for my life alone

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  • I see a stranger with a guitar on their back

    And I wonder what stories they tell

    I picture him with a guitar on his back

    But he plays damn near anything

    I want my own musical genius

    I would sing all his songs for him

    To him

    Maybe make some of my own

    And I don’t care about fame or money I just want the musical part

    Maybe he’d teach me the parts I never knew because I never learned

    How I’d love to listen to him go on for hours about musical things I can’t quite grasp but listen to anyways

    Just to hear him

    And his love for music

    I want my house to be a duet

    How I’d love someone to sing with

    I could try to learn it all on my own but

    I want someone who is invested in me to teach me

    Someone

    And I know I use he a lot but if any other genders want to get involved that would be cool just

    Wish I had someone to share my time with

    Someone who I love that loves me

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