Poetry

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

  • How it feels to be alone

    You throw up, you wipe it up

    Lying in a state of sick

    Wishing there was a kind hand

    A cool wash cloth on your forehead

    Something nice said

    You’ll be alright

    In the silence

    When you’re alone

    There’s no one to see how sick you feel

    Only your sickness to keep you company

    Trying to convince yourself it’s not as bad as you think it is

    And once it’s gone it’s like it never happened

    A blink in time

    I wish I wasn’t alone

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  • Hey

    Do you feeling it in your skin?

    Hey

    Dragging secrets from within

    Scrabbling and scribbling

    Ripping in insanity

    You taste it

    Not quite taste it

    It could be good

    It could be great

    Just one more taste

    Just one more taste

    Throw the fire and the money in

    It comes from within

    Crawling in your skin…

    It’s not a pretty tale

    To whisper into ears

    The way it becomes the shape of you

    But your shape is never the same

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  • I feel like I’m gasping

    For air

    But it’s not air it’s

    Social interaction

    Can we be together?

    So far apart

    It doesn’t measure

    The distance of our hearts

    If far apart you be

    Together you can hold

    The threads of fate connecting

    Red, silver, and gold

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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

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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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