Poetry

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

  • 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

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