Poetry
This is the general category of fuckery that goes on and on and doesn’t seem interested in stopping.
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Some days the world bores
The world bores
As we bore holes in her
The fountain is not enchanting
The light through the trees is not magnificent
The pillowed clouds floating past are just a reminder
It hasn’t rained
Then the next day or the day after that
The colour returns to the world
In fact
The days that bore are better spent quiet
Not spewing vile boredom at the things seen
Boring
They must not know
They must not know
And do not whisper
To Fortuna or The Fates
The day is boring
Lest they decide to
Help
You cannot know what comes up next
The day is boring
But think not lest the spirits hear you
And whispering back
They intervene
A boring day
A day inbetween
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To bring in the sea’s evening wind the rising tide of the air again
Into the sun’s rays it pours not the rain that the ground pleads for
But the gnashing thrashing pull of the anger of the sea complete with the roar
Not a mind at ease
As it tears across the shores and grips everything hard
Tug
Sending birds careening silent confused from trees
The rattling rattles the swinging swings
The trees screaming into the silent swiftness
Water
But it brings none
Another day without a drop the ground craves
The plants beg
The sun’s rays fade into the evening which does not rain
The grass remembers a balance the yellow cries into the dry whipping winds
Something falls
Crash
An undertow lashes in
The summer storm without rain
While the setting sun sets innocently
Idly
By
We did this to ourselves
The summer storm with no rain
Not even the hopes of it tethering us down
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With a chill I listen to the words which came before after
Wishing to reach through time and stay your hand
Grab your arms and shake you
You fucking brilliant man
And how could you how dare you take yourself from the world you so blessed
We miss you
You died and went to heaven
This I pray you this I beg you this I beseech thee
Press my hand up against the glass and scream
Hey brother
Face blessed with emotions written in subtle twitches and muscular spasms
I hate love miss you
Oh how I hate love miss you
How could you?
Oh how could you?
That there is no word. I’ll miss you forever.
If only you’d lived to see
If only you’d lived to see
Your brilliance precedes thee
I miss you
Avicii
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Count to ten
Count again
Find the rhythm
Find the beat
Search in darkness
Search in vain
Count to ten
Then count again
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Part cat part rabbit
Can’t be tamed
One will be stubbornly free regardless
One will only appear tamed when the word is trust
Hush
The runner runs in spilling water everywhere in the most inappropriate way
I knew I loved you before I met you
But tell me what has it ever meant?
I know my love is timeless
Unaffected by the days
Yet I know it means nothing in as many ways
As the backwards days that continue
How else to prove your life is better than to live it?
Walking 500 miles never proved my love
The time showed it
Eighteen hundred reasons
I can’t be won’t be and never have been
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It’s the little things that pull it apart
His fair lady
And damn that it shouldn’t hurt
Curse foul heart and mind that continue this charade
While he languishes in splendor and the love that he’s found
I close the door firmly behind and stare into the empty space
Not me
Not you
Nor me
Nor you
And the mind and the heart do as they will without the thought of how they torture me
His fair lady
How fair she must be
Ever the one to watch and never the one to play
Playing the part in a strange game with no winners
Only the watcher
And how it hurts
His fair lady
That I couldn’t provide him with it myself
That he didn’t want me to
That he never sees the pain pouring out
His fair lady
May they seek ever after
While I rot in the dark
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