Poetry

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

  • It comes from deep in my head

    Up side my head

    Still want to see you

    Still want to meet you

    Still want to help you

    Still want to hold you

    Silence

    It’s not silence when the music is playing softly in the background

    How does it keep within?

    These feelings never end

    I could sit with one thousand Oaks

    Would you be nearer then?

    You remain my pain

    My pain

    But I’ll take it knowing you’re living better

    Maybe I’ll take it knowing you’re better off

    Maybe I’ll just take it and take it

    And shake it then shake it

    Maybe you’ll find pleasure in the pain

    Maybe

    I’ll still want you

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  • Finally to be able to call Astoria home again

    Eyes closed

    No words

    No words

    A world where everything is how I left it

    Where I can recognise each sound

    Sliding about on notes and beats

    Standing among the whispers that are my own

    It’s mine

    Asked for permission and silence tore it apart

    Yet here is an answer that screams from my heart

    This is the place I can call home

    Safely tucked into each piece

    Until it’s gone

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  • I’m waiting for him to hit it

    I’ve turned the other cheek

    Knowing it is merely an invitation to be

    Taken advantage of again

    Ready and willing I know he’ll do it again

    Aware I’m very stuck until I can find a way out

    When every one else’s answer is clear

    I turn to you and turn the cheek

    Because it’s what you would do

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  • If only if only

    I find myself wishing I could repeat it

    I’m not the one wanting to hurt you

    I’m not the one wanting

    But useless

    How can I see through fair eyes only this world that isn’t what I meant it to be?

    You, and You

    You make me, in wanting to reach you, cut out little shapes in the paper and throw the dust upon you

    Happier skies over there over there

    So near yet far beyond ever coming within my grasp

    I imagine our first meeting

    As you revealing it’s not our first meeting

    Implied reading

    The way there’s no time

    And you had no time for me

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  • Expectations and pretences dripping

    So there

    So there

    Would that have been different if this is the same?

    Welcome

    Oh welcome

    Let me adorn you with praise and acceptance

    While you decide how I should behave a live and react

    Welcome welcome

    Just another person who thinks they know the me

    So there

    So there

    The backwards mirror

    Showing me how it feels

    When I already knew

    Is this karma or just how my life goes?

    Demanding

    Always of me

    Yet if I was to make demands they shut off shun me speak their cruel barbs and leave

    So there

    So there

    Yet if there was one thing to be learnt it is that no matter what

    It’s just people soliciting you for their own self indulgence

    So there

    So there

    If only you were fucking kidding me

    I tried to come with no pretences

    They find me

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  • The first days in a new sky

    The worst and most uncomfortable

    When missing Sirius

    When missing Orion

    When the twins no longer say good morning and goodnight

    Sitting under the light the night is far away

    His brightness should be enough I shouldn’t stray

    Yet I find myself wandering still

    Seeking other lights under his glow

    Does he seek my wanting?

    Does he seek my loving?

    Even now over my shoulder

    He’s found his way onto the screen

    Blinding me backwards

    Stubbornly reaching my eyes despite my about face

    Sol though Sol

    My daylight companion

    One

    And then millions

    Can’t you hear their chorus?

    Does your light shine too bright to see them?

    Do you recognise

    Do you see the lights?

    In daylight I still know they are

    They are

    If they aren’t they will be

    Somewhere a swan a bear a spoon

    I’m dreaming of winter skies

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