Poetry
This is the general category of fuckery that goes on and on and doesn’t seem interested in stopping.
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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
No comments on -
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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Water under the bridge
Not under the bridge
Just watching at it looms
The bridge the bridge
The water isn’t flowing enough
The current is too weak
All these feelings
Leaden droplets
The let down was no let down
Simply empty
As the space which occupies
After the bridge
And under the bridge
Under the bridge
Perhaps due to the shade
Shapes of feelings change
Perhaps lead like a feather floats merrily down the stream
But I still dream of him every night
Those beautiful blue eyes
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Nothing doesn’t feel like nothing when the little pills have drip drip dripped away
The day to day
The heavy feeling of being the underlying
So feel sorry for yourself
Sobbing over feeling sick
Like, no, I just can’t handle it
And I want my mommy
Like a child I wish her there to pet my brow and remind me
It’s just for now
It’s only temporary
Say sweet words to make the pain of sickness sway slightly
Soured moments
There is no mommy
The venom burns it burns I wish I had a way to make this feel better
Besides tiny pills
One, two, three
And you look at me and I’m a normal person
Nothing I’m falling apart
Nothing holds me together
Nothing yet it hurts so much
Nothing wrong
Pictures of Chester
Nothing right
I wonder if he’s still singing a love song
I wish I had someone to hold me together
Days like today
Days like today
Just a message away
I need love
Without those tiny little pills
Without those fucking pills
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