Poetry

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

  • Rain, blessed.

    Falling so gently so lightly

    Yet rain

    The puddles are almost gone

    Yet rain

    The rainforest cries for the rain for the forest

    How we miss the summer rains

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  • I’m feeling water on my face

    From the fountain four metres away

    You’re worrying about me

    And it’s foreign

    The water the worry

    A person who has me on their mind

    I find

    It’s hard to grasp to collect the thought this thinking about someone else thinking about me

    One to win one to lose

    Tick tock

    All I know how to do is love

    I’ve never been loved before

    I know it’s not time to start now

    Best the slumbering remain

    I feel the fountain on my face

    But it’s so far away

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  • The awning swings

    Hiding things

    Keeping away what must be hidden

    And allowing things now bidden

    If only there was a cover for my thoughts

    That they didn’t wander back to you over again

    Again

    I need a memory of a time

    Much simpler than this

    And in bliss

    We all watch it go down burning

    So exhausting

    All this talk and

    No matter my own stand

    I can’t fix it I can’t help it I can’t

    I just go home defeated

    She’s my mother I love her

    Why don’t you?

    I want to ask people.

    She’s literally on fire can you please love her?

    And you never being here

    And soon she won’t be either

    Not as she is now

    Not as you are now

    Another day goes by

    My blue light

    If only you were here to see it

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  • I see the fantasy

    Of us meeting

    Warm loving

    Always a simple script

    It’s always you

    Always you

    And then it fades away and I feel the feeling

    The fantasy feeling the

    I wrote you so many letters

    The

    I know

    But it’s so right anyways

    It falls away the feeling that feeling

    To back to reality

    To black to

    The end of the play the actors did so well clap clap clap

    Meet again at 2:30 for the “first message” fantasy

    Well isn’t it?

    Always you

    It’s always you

    I’m so sorry

    The chuckle and

    It’s okay

    How can it be? I think as reality grabs back again.

    How can it be?

    I keep wishing us well together

    But the fantasy fades

    There’s no hello

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  • All delicate face with

    Will cut you

    Cheek bones

    All perfect hairline and

    Am I doing this right?

    But doing it while just doing it

    Thine lips

    If only they were roses

    These eyes could set upon them from sunrise to sunset

    And then dream of them without regret

    Your eyes make my heart stop listening

    Every time no matter what

    Your eyes

    I could drown in them like water

    I could melt on them like fire

    Lost in them

    So beautiful

    So beautiful

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  • Trying to find a balance between caring too much

    And not caring

    Trying to find a balance between breaking down over strangers

    And seeing strangers as strangers

    Where is the answer to how to live loving without getting hurt?

    The lovers loving lose it first

    Is this why so many

    So many

    Don’t see the individual in every one?

    Every person’s a stranger, now we’re done

    And how does the heartbroken fair?

    Torn apart by words and air

    Trying to find the spark in all

    But always set up for the fall

    What happens to those who just want to love

    Told they’re wrong and that when push comes to shove

    Every lover will only end up broken

    Their gates of love tight shut, not open

    This unlimited resource becomes rarer than diamonds

    The lover gets beat every time and

    Where is the love, in a world so cold?

    Love, they say, outdated and old.

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