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 music just gets me
Some days it’s picking a fight
Ten thousand jabs in the dark not making it right
I can’t shake the feelings
I can’t get beyond
The feeling I’ll never again feel love
And out in the darkness
This cavern of fools
Not one of them gets me
No exception to the rules
And even if I could believe they aren’t at me
The words
You
The words
They get to me
Lost in my head all these tiny fears woken by words which enter my ears
And I think
Maybe I don’t deserve to heal
If it does then what’s the deal?
I think
No one will miss what I’ve lost as a gift
I wanted to cherish it
But now it’s dead like everything else
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The worst thing about love
Is I can love you
But you never have to acknowledge it
You never have to give it worth
Never more to leave here
My love becomes empty
Worthless meaningless
Once you have decided that my love is worthless
That is what it becomes
The worst thing about love
Is having to trust love with someone else
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Don’t say that
Don’t say you’re sicker than most
Not when I’m standing here
Not when I’m sicker than anyone I’ve met
Don’t tell me you’re so sick when I look at the spectrum
All those colours in the dark where I should be too
At least we’d be together forever more
Where was anyone when I fell and couldn’t get up?
Besides trapped on the other side of the screen?
I didn’t get up I didn’t get up I learned to crawl
No one noticed at all
So who am I to judge?
I’m just more sick than anyone knows
Because it all just stays
Right here in my head
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Look at the stars in twos
Look at them in twos
It’s not hard to do
In twos and then
Stare far between them
Do not look at the sky
Stare into space
You still see something you rarely noticed
In twos
If you have trouble start with Gemini
Start with Pollux and Castor
It’s between them and then two more and then two more
And when you can see them in twos and nothing more
Every star with a star
No matter how far they are they are in twos
And stare in to space
Just
Look at it
You may notice a star blink
Is it a piece of space between us and it
Or a change in the star?
Years ago
Oh
We’re in space
The stars go
In twos
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Torn straight down the middle by your say and do attitude
How in the hell do you say that do this?
How in the hell?
And once I would have been overflowing with feelings dripping down like acrid citric water colours
Once upon a time
You were everything
Now you’re anything than what I have
Merely a comparison in my life
This is this
Unlike him
I love you.
Fuck you.
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I do know what I’m missing
The love song Chester never sang
And we think he’s alive
But it makes us wonder why
If he truly is beside me
When did these lines start existing in this song?
He says we’re fighting
He says stop doing the fucking drugs
He screams
Is it kinda like a love song?
Or kinda like a concerned friend who actually cares?
Is it Chester or a wayward spirit who feels bad and hasn’t looked at me in a week?
Do we still feel love for eachother when you’re yelling at me?
How many excuses can you come up with?
Fingers in hair that grows and changes despite the flies making us wonder why
Gripping
Groaning
Roaring like a lion
I’m powerless!
He says like it’s an ironic knife settled between the third and fourth
Pages of his life when he wrote the wrong words
And an ironic afterlife
If any of it rings true
But I’m radioactive radioactive
And I’m not listening to you