Poetry

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

  • 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

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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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