Poetry

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

  • No one ever loves me the way I love them

    Like a slight of hand run by too many times

    They brush it off

    Or they never see it

    We’re back to invisible and alone again

    In the middle of an over populated land

    Invisible and alone

    It’s nice knowing some people like some stuff that happens in my phone

    Invisible and safe

    And alone

    But safe

    Can I learn to love again?

    While loving too much

    Or selfishly

    Not getting enough love back

    But we are selfish

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  • Pulling back the paint

    Dragging of furniture across the floor

    The remains of what remains

    The colours under the colours he painted it

    Returning to its former state

    A house is not a home

    Until it’s restored

    And then,

    Like a flower blooming back to its full glory

    It will be

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  • I am old

    I look through the world with old eyes

    The creature that would like to go back to its nap

    I am sloth

    I am aged by the weight of knowing so much more by accident

    With the outward appearance of a young dumb thing

    Yet the bones leaden

    Joints of paper and wet glue

    It sticks?

    I always have a reason

    Oh sorry they call it

    Excuse

    For everything

    I look with the eyes of something much older

    Very tired

    Body of lead

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  • My mother, how I love her

    Like a fog

    I love it while it swirls around me

    Wise it whispers

    But then it flows on past

    So far away

    Try to grab hold but it’s

    Beautiful

    Mist

    I love you, I miss you

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  • Of course others feel this way

    Do you feel this way?

    Sway

    Alone

    But it’s not a good thing

    I try so hard not to see so many people

    Enjoying

    If I only had someone I could

    There is more than I’ve had

    The loneliness eats me alive

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  • There’s just no connection

    Where I am and where I want to be

    When they all went out of reach

    Tell me a story about the words

    You were just too depressed

    As if I was enjoying it

    What a laugh

    At me

    It’s often a laugh at me

    It’s not funny

    I’m sure it’s funny for someone

    So now when I say

    I need somebody

    Nobody

    They say I did this to myself

    So why do they all just walk away?

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