Poetry

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

  • The first time it’s too late

    It’s already in your head

    Like a parasite

    It’s a little hamster on a wheel

    All you hear is the squeel of the plastic against plastic or metal

    All you hear is suddenly a thousand reasons to try it again

    And then it’s then

    And the excuses pop in

    My god it’s so easy I just let them win and then down I go

    Following you

    One two three come with me or whatever

    Why would I ever not feel that way though the opposite of high is Literal Hell Daily™

    I don’t know why I swallowed the fly

    Perhaps

    I’ll die

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  • And while the desperate feed on the hungry

    Above they exist without a thought

    In all their glory

    Their glory

    From what hand came the starving

    The same hand dealt the winner’s cards?

    Or they have the chance

    Every day to change it

    And they don’t

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  • Picture a torrent

    Picture the tide

    Picture the great wave

    The wall

    Of memories

    At the boundary stands a lone man

    Holding the flow back

    Arms spread wide, body braced against the deep blackness beyond

    Stay back

    He’ll keep them safe

    The treasured memories

    From the knives of the reality of the present

    Picture a lone woman

    She screams the tide back

    Stay back

    So no one can ever see the shame

    Each memory brings

    To stop them from entering the world and colouring it

    She turns on the memories

    She hates them

    They stand side by side, but when their gaze meets they know

    They are not comrades

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  • There’s no post on Sundays

    Or Saturdays

    But I don’t know why

    In this week that never ends

    I don’t understand the reason for it

    Why is there no post on Sundays?

    What is Sunday?

    Why did they bother naming days when every day is the same?

    It is merely another day

    There is no day for the sun.

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  • Not having won the battle does not mean loss of the war.

    Having lost today to the disease does not create a loser in the outcome,

    Merely outsmarted by a monster

    Whose teeth show signs of all the blood it has tainted with its bite

    Poisonous dripping saliva

    Claws which grip tighter tighter tighter

    I gave what I could

    But I could not defeat the monster today

    It doesn’t mean I’ve lost

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  • Here I am trying to take back and call back

    Clap back and say back

    When all I wanted to do was love you

    When all I wanted to do was find you

    Every day

    Every day I search to see if you’re there with me and I think

    That I know the feeling of the meaning before

    Why do you never wake up and see me or believe me or

    Try to

    Try to see me

    Please try to see me

    He had fun today

    Dressed up as a girl

    I saw those looks in the mirror when you caught the make up

    Please can you just live with make up?

    Two different ships crossed in the night

    They say to eachother

    Alone tonight

    But it’s not a loneliness to be filled by others

    Only you

    Only you

    Just you

    But you never called

    And you never do

    When the only thing in the entire world

    That I needed

    Was to talk to you

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