Poetry
This is the general category of fuckery that goes on and on and doesn’t seem interested in stopping.
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I ping them
Ping them like it’s a full body thing
Tingles and all
Sex?
Yes, sex, but I like your song
Oh yes right
I wonder which one it is?
Which one is most curious?
Not that anyone else would understand
I think they like me
No comments on -
Hmm they locked it
Threw away the key too
Well now I have nowhere to mutter to myself quietly
How outrageous
Guess you can’t call a bitch a bitch anymore
That aside
What is the reason for the mumbling
Is it to clear the head?
Now we will have to mutter elsewhere
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I cry
I cry and they tell me to stop
And I cry more
I cry because it hurts
They say I’m being manipulative
But I can’t stop it
They say I’m unbalanced
But I try so hard to stop it
I can’t control
Stab to the heart
They overflow
They say I’m trying to do something
But I know crying fixes nothing
Yet there it is again
Why does crying make me a villain?
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I love the winter
Living in the cold
Falling gentle snow
The quiet of a winter walk
In the silence of the sleeping world
I awake with the spring
Brought to life by the waking things
Birds singing the return of the sun
The flowers open their delicate blossoms
The warmth of the returning ball of fire
I love the winter
But I wake with the spring
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I opened up the window
And said hello to spring
And said goodbye to winter
The birds chirp, alive awake
The bugs, the deer, the rabbits
Spring has sprung, but I kept winter shuttered here
One day more one day more
As the room fills with spring
And the sun pours in
We say goodbye to winter
She settles down with them
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I keep on walking through the city with no people
When I think into a place
That wonders how much of my self is lost
When I give myself to them
I don’t want to lose myself
I think defiantly
I am me