Poetry

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

  • That’s not who he is anymore

    That’s not who he is anymore

    That’s not who he is anymore

    Playing over and over like it’s sitting on my eardrum whispering it straight to my brain

    Like dust which just flew in

    It waits for the antibodies to kick in

    But they have been off duty for so long

    So the words keep creeping like a song

    Like a song

    Covering it up with sounds

    Just another sound

    To keep the ones from whispering so softly so loudly

    Proximity erased the volume control

    Some settings will have to be turned on over and over and over again

    And so he’s within me without me

    And that one thing was all I needed to feel whole again

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  • Feelers

    Reaching out to touch each thing

    Individual

    Learnt into the web of

    Knowledge

    The running theme of the messenger

    The fastest runner running into a theme of running man

    But what did you learn

    Athena stands proudly on the clock waiting for her answer what did her prized higher education afford

    A cute poodle

    Apollo’s laughter

    Fifteen dogs with human thoughts curl in on themselves until they are no more

    From the second the blasted fleeting begins the mind is a terror waiting for its victim to give in

    To whatever comes beyond

    Vague

    Yet beautiful

    And in the fiddling childhoods of many

    Many

    Many

    A young, independent, woman who experienced life to the extent her partner has no idea of her life

    How separate we are

    How differently the same

    Like six kinds of chocolate you try them individually they taste

    Different

    You stuff them all in your mouth at once,

    Suddenly it is all

    Just

    Chocolate

    Does I don’t remember

    Count?

    Does The horror of knowing the past with the future in our hands

    Count?

    And what have I learnt

    The cruelty of the human mind

    Just an ink drop on the page just millions of memories lost at sea

    Just sitting in a cold drafty London room remembering

    The cruelty of humanity

    But she can’t stay

    She has to go there are too many stories too many hidden singular horrors

    Billions of selves only experiencing themselves

    The piano shatters into a million pieces upon impact and she realises all she will ever know is the feeling

    Of the train

    Digging into her slowly

    He told me

    Like blowing a candle out

    There was a moment in time when it was alive

    But now but now

    The old ways are gone

    They have faded into memories torn to shreds for a few extra bucks and keeping them

    Quiet

    Who?

    Even they don’t know they wait for us to walk through the door and sign our names to drug companies to endure

    Endure the life of the piano playing off tune and the not quite right of generations of memories

    Faded paint on the walls of the tapestry

    We swear it was only finished yesterday,

    But the stories are so old

    The tapestry knows not what time to depict

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  • What would the world be like if

    How would the world be if

    And we see the damages crashing down in retrospect we see we

    See

    If only we could see in the moment when the mother screams into the microphone of life and the terror

    The horror

    Of lost babies is considered less important

    If only if only

    Once again we find ourselves on the battlefield of the past and the next

    Seeing the wake of destruction run through the lands by the winner

    Lest we forget and our land strong and free

    All our countries are of thee

    The voices never heard

    Until it was too late

    And then,

    As every life does

    They ended in the emptiness

    Of at least there’s tomorrow

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  • I made it to the day I was 28 years old

    But where is the story to be told?

    Feeling forever older

    Worse

    Not in the way you say

    I wish I could see the light

    I wish

    I could take it all and be happy and feel again

    Wouldn’t it be nice to feel again

    I wanted to be free to tell him

    Every second of every day

    How worth it he is

    Whether his ears can hear it or not

    Who is there to stay with when I’m alone

    Never tell me the story of my life

    It’s not worth hearing

    I looked everywhere

    I look but I can’t find you

    No matter what I do there is no you

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  • 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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