Poetry

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

  • Sitting on the floor clutching my otter and sobbing

    Crying me sorrow in the fabric of my comfort animal

    I’m crying because I’m alone

    I’m crying because my family is gone

    Then

    I’m crying because he doesn’t love me

    I’m crying because every day without him reminds me he’s not here

    Like my family

    Crying like a child the music plays on

    That’s enough of that

    He says I think me

    He takes the music

    And gently silences it

    Then I am in the kitchen

    Pacing and whispering and still more tears fall

    There’s no handle in this safe

    I go to check the mail which hasn’t arrived

    I still say I’m okay

    I’d still say I’m okay

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  • That was a big earthquake

    The world slipped away until all I had was

    Crying

    And

    Pain

    She was the only mother I ever knew

    And that’s not a slight on my mother, that’s a slight on my mother many years ago

    She’s wonderful

    Being mad at a memory doesn’t mean you’re mad at the person now

    My madness threw me on the floor

    Crying into my otter while Hedley blasted away

    And then another

    And then it started to sting

    My life eh?

    Even the music

    There’s so much I don’t…

    Know.

    But there’s never anyone to catch me

    I started crying to Die Young

    No

    The Kesha one.

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  • Self culture

    It’s there isn’t it?

    It sits underneath no one ever sees it

    When something hurts it we keep it quiet

    Do you ever wish if only they would see it?

    So you wouldn’t ever keep it quiet

    The one who misses her mum

    The one who misses his mum

    But we know we can’t go home

    You let go

    You abandoned us

    We don’t know who to trust

    There’s no way they’ll love us

    There’s no way anyone won’t know

    What this was from long ago

    But somehow inside we both know

    Exactly what happened

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  • Hey dad

    Your name is, like, famous or something

    I’m coming over

    So I hope you get to tell everyone what to do

    Here and in your house

    I’m hungry, bread please

    Forgive us for being assholes, because we forgave those assholes

    Stop showing me these delicious cakes

    And if I’m being bad it’s your job to tell me not to

    Amen

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  • You know there’s a part of me that still really respects you even though you never showed me any reasons why I should

    I still smile just a bit like it’s funny when your music comes on just as the world would

    I still imagine meeting

    Like a fool

    But maybe I was wrong about the slant of the songs after all

    Maybe you’re laughing while trying not to lol.

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  • Can you tell me more about addiction person who is facing addiction?

    I FUCKING WANT IT

    But it’s because I’ve been so good about nothing.

    Yeah

    That’s true too

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