Poetry

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

  • I only write for you

    It’s true

    I poured my heart out

    All over the pages

    But I’ll never know you

    I do wish I could know you

    I pushed the feelings so far down

    That some days don’t bear your aftertaste

    But no matter what I do I run right smack dab back to you

    My meaningless life has meaning with you in it

    Even if it’s just to be your silent tragic non-lover

    Quietly bearing witness to your charming life

    And weeping my thoughts into the web

    Maybe I’m some chalked up metaphor

    The universe shaped for a laugh

    Some story of the unworthy

    Seeking after the worthy

    But this all would never be here

    And no one will ever read it

    But perhaps some day a lonely robot will find these words

    And think it knows love

    But now I am the lonely robot

    Thinking as long as I don’t feel

    I don’t have to love

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  • When I look out at the crowd I try to think that I’m allowed

    But I’m outside

    When I try to say the words it’s never what they think they heard

    I’m on the outside

    I try to make my words make sense but I still have no friends

    Stuck on the outside

    I wonder how it feels

    To feel like something real

    I wonder how it feels to feel a part of it all

    No matter how many times I try to change my insides

    They still show me as something sight unseen

    I wish I knew someone who understood me

    So I could understand them

    Be somebody who somebody else can see

    I am so tired of feeling

    Exhausted over feeling

    Like the only person who sees me is me

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  • Have you ever fucked up

    And you know you fucked up

    And you apologised

    But sorry doesn’t always cut it

    So you just sit in this fucked up funk

    Like, man… I fucked up

    And you just sit there

    Fucked up

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  • It’s been ten years since Ever After

    And they’re living happily

    And I suppose I should say something, to commemorate a love that never happened

    To the single least disappointing man in the universe

    To the most interesting man in the universe

    To the most beautiful voice on the planet

    I’m sorry I can’t say universe I refuse to make possibly wrong statements,

    To the one that never ceases to make me fall in love, fall into sadness, fall into nostalgia

    To the only voice I want to hear

    To the only face I want to see

    To your beautiful blue shining light of a soul

    I’m so glad you’re here with me on this little shining jewel in space

    I would have no one to love without you

    I would have nothing to write without you

    I wouldn’t have an interesting story about the time I lost my mind and the only thing that made sense was you

    We don’t tell that story

    It’s a secret on the web

    But you are so real

    No matter how far away

    I am always by your side

    I love you more than life itself

    My raison d’être

    The reason my heart keeps beating

    I love you

    I love you so much

    Congratulations

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  • I had a dream last night where my bunny died

    I experienced the loss of him in my dream and then woke up

    And forgot

    But my mind decided to remind me, mid conversation

    Oh my god

    I said outloud because the thought hit me so hard

    I spent the rest of my evening feeling dread

    Trying to remind myself that prophetic dreams about those who are about to die

    Don’t tell you they’re dying

    My dream of my Nana a day or so before she died where we were walking through the hallways of my middle school, and she suddenly turned and went through a tiny door that appeared in the wall

    My dreams about my dog the got more insistent the sicker he got

    Maybe tell myself I don’t get prophetic dreams anymore

    Just dreams about constantly trying to pack things with no boxes or a full bag

    Just dreams about my crack head ex and I being crack heads

    Just dreams about trying to get to…summon… find the god/spirit/human incarnation of death who is also a sexy man that I get to kiss

    So trying to tell myself that this was just a dream, just a dream

    My mind plays cruel tricks on me light or dark, night or day.

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  • I have such profound feelings about those whose bodies are betraying them

    Alzheimer’s, fibromyalgia, cancer, etc

    Bodies doing something they’re not supposed to and taking their unwilling occupants on a wild ride they did not sign up for

    The moments that bodies betray you are some of the most upsetting

    The feeling of your hands just…letting go

    Falling asleep midstep

    Cells growing into grotesque blobs

    The moment you go for a memory

    But it’s not there

    This feeling of absolute betrayal

    From deep within

    Wondering if within is even in your body because clearly you and it are not related

    Feeling so alienated from your own skin

    When it’s raking pain across your stomach but there’s nothing there

    When you just got stabbed with a knife that’s just not there

    The body making its own choices which are clearly entirely different than yours

    When you’re not safe even in yourself

    Because the enemy is your own flesh

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