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 love you
I hate you
No I love you
I disdain you
No I love you
I could like you if it didn’t hurt so damn much
I always love you
This life is it’s life
This is my crazy place,
Where I love you
Cocaine is great
This life is what it is
I love him anyways
This beautiful lost messenger
He fell off his path
He tells me he’s an actor
A lawyer
A messenger
Dabbling in the inbetween
But, oh, the moments I love you
Lost languidly longing through the day
I think about you
In the moments you’re at play
I hear you coming through the speakers and it says
Never ever never
And
The words have gone away
They tell me
You’ll get everything this way
Why can’t I
Be near or
And your words send spines up my spine
They are shown to me
Over and over again and again
Your words
I see your face
Fucking sunglasses
Never your eyes
Never your
Not for me to say
I love him
And I fucking love cocaine
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I met the messenger naturally
Actually
Never ever did the messages say
Saturn never showed
The lies gave it away
I love him at a distance
He hides as if he doesn’t
Doesn’t know doesn’t
Never let too closely seeing his person projected
Not likely the same just the sight
Sending messages
He stumbles
I watch him
He never listens
He’s a child
And I miss Saturn
It unfolds naturally
Actually
Nothing is ever quite right
I miss you
Nothing is really quite wrong
But it’s quietly quiet
No Saturn never showed
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What question?
When what answer eludes the most careful investigation into the
Question
When without the question no answer can come
Yet the answer remains, unyielding, despite the question hanging
Silent
Effortless
The answer stays, unreachable without the question
But what is the question?
There is no answer for the question of the question
Questions without answers
Answers without questions
Answers without questions
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I know
I know
I’ll disappear
If I stop writing,
What is me
My story
It remains untold
Unwritten
Unfiddled within the mind waiting like assembled soldiers to be fiddled with
What else to do with toy soldiers
You’re always on my mind
You’re always
On my
And a million minutes pass by unentered, because living costs too much
Same story every year different DJ
ONE OK ROCK still rocking better than anyone not seen personally
My drift
Undrifted like a rock sitting on the shore screaming
Hey! Stop slowly washing me away and move me!
What a life
Like the tap of the blinds
The clunk of the door
Unseen
If I stop writing
I’ll never be famous after I’m dead
Long after
What a life
Mediocre
The door
Clunk clunk clunk
The wind’s messenger
I’m lost in the endless forest
I’ll be in the hollow tree
Come and find me
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What is a brain?
Why did it do this?
If it’s my brain I should be able to control it
I am me afterall
No, but, what is it?
What is it for?
Why, for the love of the gods did this thing happen?
What for?
It lives as long as possible sending signals out to ensure body continues living
Except when it doesn’t
But where am I then?
Who?
Am I the space between my eyes and the brain
But it’s thinking this
But I still can’t fucking control it
What the fuck is a brain?
How can it be me while simultaneously being itself
Seperate
I’ve forgotten
But I didn’t do it, the brain did
Why did it do this?
Why am I separate from the brain?
How could we be the same when I have no choice
No controls
I’m so lost in this turning
Am I, if I could not possibly be, my brain?
It pinches my arm
I grapple with it and lose
But why did it do that?
What is a brain?
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You don’t get to get me down
You don’t get to ride over my self worth
You throw your fit over your own stupid decision
Throwing my way vile poison in the form of words
Your time will come, fatty.
And as you paused realising someone had just walked in Hermes whispered in my ear
What a cunt
And it softened the blow as the words echoed between my empty ears
Someone is going to get me
My hideous body
The words say
What terrible things those words say
Lady
Can you spend a little time
Understanding someone else
Not jumping to the flames
Turn the other cheek.
What?
Not I.
Not today, I think Hermes got there before the words even entered my ears
The messenger program is functioning as desired.
Dear woman,
Have a wonderful day.
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