Poetry

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

  • 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

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  • 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

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