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 miss you in the moments it doesn’t happen how it should
In the moments left floundering
Like a ghost you’re over my shoulder
I see my moment
Think of yours
I miss what it could have been
The moment
Moments lost
I miss you
I miss the roads left untravelled
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Nowhere to turn
Lost and alone
He’s using me
He’s using me
Can’t escape
Can’t make up the change
Drowning and he’s watching
Drowning as he’s watching
Can’t imagine what it would feel like to be loved anymore
All I see
All I see
Is this wasteland infront of me
No one to save me from the beast
Who sleeps next to me
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The feeling of a missed hand
Be it a held one, a hit one, or a shake
The feeling in your chest when you miss a hand
That drop just below your breast bone
The clench
The discomfort you hide
The loss you leave behind
One thousand thousand trespasses forgotten in the wind
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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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