Poetry
This is the general category of fuckery that goes on and on and doesn’t seem interested in stopping.
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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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Like someone had pulled back the curtains
That is what it felt like
Like the world opened just a bit
Like that little line of white turned the world a bit brighter
Interesting
A feeling worth experiencing
Uninterested
It doesn’t claim a victim
You’re not supposed to love the drugs but the feeling on them
I felt Dionysus smile then
He floated in
I whispered a thank you
A good time
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You’re not the king of second chances
You never give anyone a chance
Without one there is no possibility of second
You’re as much the king of second chances
As King Henry VIII is king of golden wedding anniversaries
You
Cannot be the king of second chances
Because there is no first chance
I thought I had a chance
But there isn’t one
There’s no chance
You’re the king of your band
That’s it
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