Poetry
This is the general category of fuckery that goes on and on and doesn’t seem interested in stopping.
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Are you kidding me?
What is this a symptom of?
The system?
How awful!
How utterly awful
Am I a cow?
What sick mockery is this of one who has no one?
Another strange tick on the
Weird shit
List?
Depressing depressed
How much more damaged could you make me before you finally let me be free?
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They’ve always been out of my hands
Out of my hands
Fate kept them out of my hands
But now it’s there just beyond just beyond my fingertips
What if it gives me the feelings I’ve never had or it makes me feel loved empty afterwards
But a moment
But now I have a question for ever after and masterpiece theatre
And it’s how much was he using?
Facial bloating noted
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Inundation, frustration.
Solid like a cherry pit in my hand
Pit, bomb, bullet, arrow
Shot through the clouds to the sun
And the sphere appeared between the hole the clouds created
Not responsible
Not responding
Faithless grappling from one cliff hanging dropping tiny pebbles
Pebbles to the ground crashing down
Become a pit
And this moment you appear so beautiful
The star I can see
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And so it goes so it goes
My soul room filled with holes
In the place where I should find
Courage, strength, peace of mind
Swirling darkness in my head
There’s nothing here
Empty
Dead
Don’t have a place to reform
The place, there’s only now perform
It spirals quiet in the centre
There is no room for me to enter
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笑えないから
笑わないから
笑われないから
笑ってないから
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At night I feel restricted
Like there’s a roof over my head
There’s a roof over my head
We didn’t think
When we designed shelter
That we might need the stars to align
Ourselves