Poetry

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

  • He stands

    We’re on the bus sit down

    He whispers loudly

    And I tell him to stop using people against me

    And he says to stop saying hateful things about myself I wouldn’t dare apply to another living being

    And I say

    Shut up

    Shut up you

    And it’s not eloquent

    But he’s the only one who stands up for me

    And he’s the only one who tells me he will be

    Always

    Regardless

    You stupid mortal

    You stupid…

    And then I feel his love

    From a liar the lyre

    My god

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  • The girls were fat

    Were they?

    All they did was dance around and prove he’s too thin

    They looked like regular women to me

    You know what Hermes?

    He wins he often wins he’s not wrong

    Couldn’t imagine they put him to shame

    Couldn’t imagine he put them for me

    Just dancing

    Just dancing

    Lucky them

    They got to be in the same room as him

    I bet he knows their names

    Or knew them for the entire shoot

    How lucky for them

    He’s watching me sidelong

    Wasn’t it a positive message?

    He asks

    A little bit

    But as he’s already proven, dear Messenger

    He’s not interested in fat chicks

    Could you stop?

    Could he have said hello?

    A sigh

    As if every action you don’t do from now on can be reasoned with “Well Josh didn’t so why should I?”

    Please stop being boring

    Said the deity with the six pack.

    He responded by disconnecting my headphones.

    Dick.

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  • You

    You know I think about it sometimes

    How much I tried for you how much I poured out for you

    How much I did for you

    Hours and hours

    Not one website two

    Not one poem

    One thousand

    And I would walk

    But I did

    And you weren’t home

    I sent it all to you

    Memories I wrote memories I lost

    Memories I’m afraid of

    I sent you every part of me

    And I still don’t know if you just never saw me

    Or if you just never wanted to see me

    But I

    I tried

    Did you?

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  • I still see her grip

    Resting trees flowers budded but closed

    Her fingertips still brushed over the surface as if her lingering touch yet chills them

    As late as spring is my body notices the difference

    But looking around the humans are not affected

    They say

    I haven’t slept

    I’m so tired

    But they do not feel her hands on their skin

    They do not feel her breath

    They don’t see the remnants of winter

    And see how their effect on her affects them which also affects me

    They do not associate the sleepy lurid languid waking of the plants and creatures around them with themselves

    They do not see

    Winter’s hand long gone, Winter’s touch still lingering.

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  • Love the earth until death do us part

    Fighting the sky, fighting.

    Lightning strike, sun’s rays, the messenger sends

    Death

    Well isn’t that nice – Hermes

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  • No need to obliviate

    They’re oblivious

    As you disappear from the photos from the days from their mouths

    No need to obliviate

    You can stand on a bus where there should be ten open seats where everyone takes two to three to themselves

    No need to obliviate

    You’re obviously

    Already gone

    Now life just has to catch up

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