Poetry

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

  • The day to day that won’t just make it better

    The activities around exist in a vacuum where they will cease

    Cease and shine no more

    Through the grey

    Nothing wrong

    Nothing right

    Nothing right

    Enjoyment is something for other people to experience

    I whisper as I continue living this life

    Chosen without knowing how choosing changes or doesn’t change everything

    There’s no choice now

    Another day will melt away

    Empty

    And welcome the next

    As empty as the first

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  • Waiting around for the night time to come

    It’s like waiting for the colour to bleed out of the world

    Waiting for darkness

    Waiting for your big shiny light to chill out for a damn second

    So you can see several thousand more big shiny lights

    They’re not so shiny

    So tiny in the far far away

    All that the day has is clouds who won’t fall

    All it has is stingy clouds

    All that has been is dry skies

    Wind

    Dry skies and wind

    Which is fine if you don’t live in a rainforest

    Daylight skies

    Disappointed and yet

    The clouds float by elsewhere to lie

    And I must be patiently waiting

    For the sky to meet my demands

    The first star I always see because I know where to look

    Oh darkness

    Sweet darkness

    This body has not had near enough of you

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  • Thinking about the people whose gaze you meet once

    Walking by

    In a car

    On a bus

    Maybe you smiled for them

    Maybe you wanted to so badly

    But couldn’t react fast enough

    Maybe they were gone before your lips had the chance to hear

    The thought

    How many hundreds slip past?

    Still they slip past

    No thoughts of how the chances of your four eyes finding each other simultaneously is a one in billions chance

    No matter two completely separate lives coming completely into sync for that one point five seconds

    No lost sleep on how you both continue your day from that second on without another thought of eachother

    Yet,

    Perhaps complete strangers are your most common source of interaction

    Maybe that one single view of one single person is more than you’ll see of anyone you know today

    Perhaps that meeting of mutual sights confirms both disconnected existences

    Just for a second

    And then they’re gone

    We don’t miss them

    Yet

    We try to catch the eye of strangers sometimes

    What purpose does one point five seconds serve?

    How much happier would you be if every meeting with a human turned into a meeting with a dog?

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  • Feeling so tired and out of control

    Feeling so underwhelmed

    Sitting under the evening sun

    Wishing for a way around

    So simple subtle silent pending moments

    Not here or there

    Not anywhere

    Once it’s over what do we do?

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  • Inhale whisper your taste of regret

    Trying to hide me sister?

    Trying to hide me away?

    Don’t get the whole without the half and half

    Moon’s shadow

    Lost Oracle

    Nine fucking lives

    Lives

    Lihves not lighves

    Oh text

    Twixt

    When in one rose there are two entwined

    I said two

    I said two

    Oh dear sister

    Fear you the claws or the teeth?

    Fear not dwelling dark demanding

    After it all

    We still tried

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  • Hello

    How are you today?

    Today I am feeling within a world slightly off balance

    Slightly right

    Not sure it it’s so right

    Hello

    How are you today

    Why does it feel like a demanding

    Rather than an asking?

    Effort aside

    I just wanted to love him

    How I wanted to listen to him

    That’s my day

    It’s far away

    On shores

    How are you today?

    I’m afraid my pleasant interactions have implied you have a power over me

    I will not be what you tell me to be

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