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