Poetry

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

  • Don’t hide beneath the waves don’t buy your time

    And how could I be wrong before you

    Never linger never loved

    And I can hear the wolfkin crackle

    How could the darkness be so keen when you were going without me

    And coming to a sudden falter shackled knees

    A trojan halter

    Dressed as a horse would I enter your house and raise it above the lands?

    Did you even consider that something young could quiver and grow between cupped hands?

    Never heard I believe you

    Never thought I would see you stop and walk away

    And how could you be here dancing and singing just reading

    Nothing between the lines?

    And maybe I thought it, but you never walked it

    This part you insist you play

    So afford and excuse me the reason you used me in the least expensive way

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  • I am a stubborn bitch

    It is your fucking house

    Don’t freak out not like anyone asked you to help

    Don’t worry I just want to be notice

    Hahaha

    Notice me I’m here did you miss me?

    No because I was never gone and I never will be because I can’t

    But I can sure as hell make sure

    I’m not here long if I get my way

    Don’t tell me off or say

    There’s no day but today

    Because I tried that and anyway

    It’s not happening

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  • Once upon a time there was a cat

    He said he had an older sister

    But she had disappeared

    He said he was abused by his father

    He said he was addicted to everything he could find

    He said

    Never do what I’ve done

    Once upon a time there was a sheep

    Fish

    Rabbit

    Thing

    Who took the cat and gave him lots of love

    They’d lie for hours just talking

    He’d make sure her father wasn’t too close

    He hated father

    Then one night in the middle of a tiny room she cried and said

    I don’t want to anymore

    You do it

    And then they found out

    Who the cat’s sister and father were

    With hands entwined walking forward she would find exactly what she should not

    And the cat said

    I’m still addicted to it

    She thought this was ridiculous

    So she got them addicted to alcohol, marijuana, and tobacco

    And then she found something interesting

    I’m still addicted

    Said the cat

    I’m counting on it

    Said the aquatic rabbit sheep.

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  • I told you I was addicted to all the drugs

    You told me you were Japanese

    Only because I knew you wouldn’t love anyone else.

    I don’t think anyone understands how little I care about my well being

    Well he should

    We showed him

    He doesn’t care

    Ding dong

    No one’s home

    To drugs

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  • Twitter is a dangerous place

    I tried unfollowing you but your fame follows me

    Hey did you see someone liked Joshua Ramsay’s post?

    No matter what I do.

    Twitter has become a dangerous place

    Because I still love you

    Like a fool I catch myself in thought of the after the first meeting or the first meeting and then I realise

    You don’t want me

    The crushing blow that finished off the hope

    Oh how it fades away

    Oh how cute you’re in love with a celebrity and surprised he doesn’t want you

    But it hurts

    But it hurts like

    The only thing in the whole world I wanted was to meet you

    Just meet you

    Just look you in the eyes and be equal because there’s something wrong with it…

    There’s something wrong with it…

    I still wish

    But it falls flat because there is no fight behind it

    You won the war

    You won the fight

    And I know you’ll be

    Alone tonight

    Reveling in your pain so sweet you keep it tight to your chest unless there’s a sheet to scribble down

    Nevermore nevermore

    I love you Joshua Ramsay

    The resounding silence from the day I first told you answered every question

    And every answer was matched with a tear

    The sorrow of

    The silence of the answer.

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  • You can’t be a gentleman

    Because even ‘enry ‘iggins picked up that flaur from the street

    And you could not be a gentleman, because even Daddy Warbucks made tomorrow today

    You could not find a gentleman in you

    When the gentleman kneels

    For those below him

    On the streets

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