Poetry
This is the general category of fuckery that goes on and on and doesn’t seem interested in stopping.
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Sometimes the wind rustles my hair like a great hand
And whispers
Don’t give up
Sometimes a butterfly floats past
No monarchs.
Which I said.
Oh great sigh I am going to be bored
Aren’t I?
Ah, well.
Bored between whatever this new thing is
Awkward unknown fumbling
Crazy no more
You poor pitiful thing
So wound up in the future
You didn’t see the present
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But no one has ever come for me
I mutter under my breath
Because it’s true
And the thought that someone could is beat down by
All the times that it was proven wrong
How many lonely nights ended in lonely mornings which ended in lonely nights
One time I believed that someone would come for me
And in the bypassing of those around me I know that isn’t true anymore
I am merely something you see that disappears when gone
No object permanence?
No that’s the impermanence of a person
The disappearing when they’re out of your eyes there is nothing to catch the disappearance
When no one is coming for me
I don’t have to worry
That someone will come for me
After all I must like being alone
It’s all I ever am
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I don’t like pitbulls
Breedist
Applying stereotypes of the breed to an innocent creature not the same as the others
I tried to think humans don’t have breeds for a moment and then realised
We are breeds
Not races just different shapes and colours who get told to be how they’re expected
Like dogs
Not good at escaping our animal mirrors we hold them close
Expecting the expected
But they have behaviours that don’t come from in they’re just as outside as the things that make us us
Size
Different heights different lives
Shapes
Different mirrors
So is the behaviour of
A breed
The behaviour created from inside?
Or out?
When you see a pitbull, how you treat it differently
A chihuahua and a great dane
We treat them differently
So the behaviour is different
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Hello dear boy
Dear boy
Dear
How I miss you
How the loss of you fell into a pool already an angry ocean
Just a drop in the waves
Concealing the storm underneath
Flat grey waves
Whose lies show only doom to those who cannot read them
You loss was not a drop
It was another ripple in the surface of the raging tide
They think that makes it meaningless
Yet they dare not put their foot in
Lest she grab
And pull
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Habits formed thoughts fleeting
You see an eye that seems familiar reaching
How contrary the world tilts doesn’t fade the picture
It brightens
But I have to do everything I can
To keep it lit
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Does anyone want to explain the interposed
Death god
Over the seed?
Yes
I shouldn’t have written that stuff because there’s no way he’d do anything with a bad sense like that
He’s not a bad person
But that leads me back to ones
One’s question is
Love?
I love you
And then two rails
How fucking dare you
His bottom lip is sticking out I can see it
Because three
I don’t think I could love you
And
Truth or dare?
Did you know she wanted to kill herself?
Did you know he wanted the save both of you?
Do you know how much my love costs?
One two three
That’s all I remember
Can you imagine?
This brain has blocked out your song
From trauma it caused itself
Curious
What’ll you do with the third I wonder?
Do I die like they want me to?
Always feeding their secrets
He thinks I’m faking still
He thinks this is fake
I’d have to die to prove it
But that would be too easy
So instead?
I’m going to prove I love him
By living
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