Poetry
This is the general category of fuckery that goes on and on and doesn’t seem interested in stopping.
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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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Jupiter rises in time
As to be expected
But what justice is this?
The question we could never answer
The light in the sky sits silent, observing, stoic
To the question with no answer there is only a great man sitting upon a great throne staring
Watching
What justice is this?
That humanity yet still lags behind in the very thing they claim integral
He rises just in time
The question hangs over his head
But he is disinterested in the answer
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I look to you
Look to you and think,
With what eyes do I see?
Unworthy of such silent attention
Intrigued by the sudden entrance
Where do the drops fall when other set glances over the ink that soaks each page?
Alas, the ink cannot sink into the web, but it sinks all the same.
Without shame
Without fame
Simply a place to put the thoughts who scream as they enter and scream as they leave
An empty body still naked with the words poured out into the stream
But empty
But how can it feel the love of the lonely?
But it does a small good
There cannot be a breach of the dam
It holds the secrets yet secreted
Alarm in the silent kingdom.
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Needing to be needed I lay useless
Collecting dust in this place
Wishing silently that there was more
Something not lost and displaced
Even when the lines are blurred still lonely
Willing the seconds to find I’m spaced
Avoidance is the anthem of the lonely
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You’re missing and I’m scared
But you chose to leave and we can’t control it
You’re missing and I miss you
But you chose to leave and the missing never ends
I don’t resent you
But I feel this loss of you
Your time was done here
But I wish you’d stayed
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Shimmering flavours of hope dusting the furniture
Like so many broken promises resting in the hole
A fingertip of dusty hope
Drawn across the solid wood in a straight line
Coming to rest at an end in this place
All the hopes whose promises never made it
Whose flavours slowly faded
Drawn like so much dust
It flutters down around in a silent winter night
In any light
Hopes falling as they fade
Leaving dust in their wake
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