Poetry

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

  • You have to think it back

    Think it back

    To the point where everything fell down

    And broke apart

    There is nothing I can say to fix

    Say to fix

    All the pain that is hidden here

    All the hurt that I always fear

    Even if you run past the time still ticks on

    It’s not as if I can turn off my self

    I was just weak

    I just wasn’t right

    I only wanted to see

    If there was anything good in me

    But what I found was all you

    And you never called back

    So I follow the dark road

    Seeking shelter and a hand to hold

    I won’t look back

    Never turning back

    But the part that breaks my heart

    Is how I wanted your love

    It’s how I wanted your love

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  • Sometimes I have to check if my heart’s still beating

    There’s no one beside me to tell me I’m alive

    I wander in my own existence

    Frightened of the next time I feel my heart beating

    Sometimes it’s a matter of seconds

    Sometimes it goes on for days

    This time spent only lonely

    This time spend wasting away

    The time that speeds forwards

    And screams its ending comes

    I don’t know where to go now

    The darkness only speaks his name

    I wish I could return

    Return to whence I came

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  • The cats are fighting outside

    Howling and yowling

    I can hear their claws in the cries

    Get the fuck off my space you other cat how dare

    It’s always times like these when I think of you and I wonder

    How did I get your name so right?

    From the beginning I called you cat (ネコ) and it suited you well but I never do get things right

    It would be a name of all things

    I hear them fighting

    And I know that’s how you fight

    Stand your ground

    Ears back

    Expression guarded

    With claws concealed under the cloak

    Sometimes I miss the way it used to be

    Sometimes I wonder how it was ever so easy

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  • Do you remember when I got frustrated and started writing zodiac poetry?

    No, you don’t.

    See this ordeal I’ve been through has been entirely solitary

    And I thought at the end you’d be there waiting but I thought too much

    I do that

    You’d know

    But you don’t

    And over there suddenly it makes perfect sense

    The sobriety the truth grants you

    I like her dog too

    Now I understand

    Now I know why it was then that I jumped

    Because you want to marry her anyway

    Oh the feelings that one calls

    You’ll marry her, be happy

    And I’ll be here

    I’ll be here

    And you won’t know the half of it

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  • Do you ever wish you could stop sounding like a rabid victim constantly spewing victim spit like it’s the new meme?

    Or is that just me?

    I wish someone could step inside me for a moment

    Give my memories a good look over

    Experience them as me without me getting in the way

    And tell me how this always happens

    Throwing popcorn and screaming

    Why won’t she say anything?

    Why did he say that?!

    I don’t know where you found popcorn in my brain but if it’s in my brain it’s mine

    Put it back

    That would be typical too

    Whomever they is could just find popcorn I’ve been searching around this place for a fucking map but

    At least I have popcorn

    It’s no chicken

    But it’ll do

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  • Your love is not the killing kind

    It’s not

    Not in the least slightest most miniscule way is your love the killing kind

    I’m sure she’s beautiful

    Someone to stay near you

    Now you’ve moved on and no one’s gone

    You get everything

    Never the one

    Never the one

    Always leaving

    Always

    But it’s not the killing kind

    Never could a love that burns so beautiful blue and pure through and through

    Could be any kind of killing kind

    Not that it matters

    Not that any of this matters

    The moments I’m glad you’re happy are the most painful

    Nothing could be more perfect

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