Poetry

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

  • Pain, pain

    Go away

    If only it meant the weather could stay

    Why must you hurt me so with your shifts

    And your dew

    When I love you so much

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  • Managing finances with fibromyalgia.

    That was a joke.

    Managing to remember an important thing with fibromyalgia.

    That was another.

    It’s so much all the time for no reason and it sucks like a black hole.

    I’m just the galaxy trying to keep my light out of it.

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  • It’s a song we sing to each other

    Passing along the story from one to the other

    A telephone through the ages of

    Sorry did that say ages as in like people ages or time ages?

    I don’t know, so I’ll come up with my own meaning? Like…

    Generations.

    Perfect. No meaning lost, or is it?

    Tainted by the song of another

    Singed by time in space

    Today forever

    Stop screaming stop screaming stop screaming.

    I suppose it’s time today.

    I wish I could have heard every whisper

    A never ending song

    Sung one word at a time.

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  • You find me in the night

    Wrap me in arms that take away the day

    Our quiet place

    The safest place on

    Dreams are where you go to escape

    Or do they escape to me

    A message I have been receiving since the very beginning

    I awake with your arms fading away into the light

    Who are you

    Is never asked

    Where do you come from

    Left behind as you hold me and I hold you back and we touch dammit

    We touch

    And then I awake

    Lost in a world where I have never seen you

    Except in the eyes of those who fear your name

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  • Who was it who shone the rose

    In pathways all alone

    Shut up

    In the darkness it’s crawling in my skin

    And the madness

    Half the sadness

    As shone notes rang too fast

    Oh he’s screaming

    How he’s screaming

    Ringing

    Right into the past

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  • Sorry I’m not good at anything

    The petulant child swings her legs

    Hanging from the darkened moon

    Such childish things

    Such loss of words to use

    The silence whispers the shark and the snake’s words

    Nothing

    Nothing

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