Poetry

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

  • The story is going so much better than this is

    They meet, he shows up incognito

    They meet

    I don’t know what the fuck is happening but hello

    Haha

    It’s like sick

    Disgusting

    Fanfiction

    You wrote that?

    Hahaha

    What absolute fucking trash you are

    Writing your fantasy like it could ever happen

    Oh as it all comes back

    I’m heading each fucking high were all the lows filtered out

    It’s just too fucked up

    Now I look at you

    This

    This

    You were going to believe anything you thought

    I don’t understand anymore

    ちょっと

    Have I accidentally turned hordes of tween children against me?

    Thank god a horde on the internet is a fucking

    Look you

    Well

    Besides the fact that it was the biggest disappointment in my entire life

    Dick

    Because I loved you too

    The night we tag teamed was the night you threw your hissy fit on stage

    Hey hey hey

    バーカ

    Well he was sick

    We already did this stop forgetting stuff

    Have you ever wondered why I stopped letting you write after heartbreak?

    It’s just a break

    Just a break

    Now this is a brake

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  • You don’t have to be broken and left down behind

    Why did you fly to the worst first

    Worst first thirst lost in the frosty sick

    Do you remember when the lightning tiger crashed through the fence?

    No, you don’t

    Because I tried to make contact with you and you couldn’t be fucked to acknowledge me.

    Is that what someone with a sense of self would say?

    Or something a very disappointed person would say?

    They said don’t meet your heroes

    Not

    Don’t fall in love with

    The part he plays

    And then try to meet him

    I fucking believed it

    But you know?

    You can’t fake enjoying being on stage Joshua Ramsay.

    You fucking botched the ever living fuck out of the Victoria concert.

    Maybe you couldn’t be fucked because you’re too cool and too rich to bother this time around

    But maybe the reason the seats were so empty was because you fucking suck when you play in Victoria.

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  • So here we are in the city watching buildings growing up with better care than humans

    And the eyes keep drifting elsewhere but my heart is on repeat

    Practising words that it doesn’t know yet and making sure they’re set

    And I have this persistent image in my mind of this building and him

    Standing outside with his foot up on the wall like he’s a part of the backdrop of the city

    Not a rich boy with too much time on his hand

    Just another person who happened to be here at a time

    Just a person

    Just part of the background

    And even though it’s never happened and there’s no way it could now

    My mind teases me with these images

    Because it knows what I want

    せめて、せめて、「彼」と出会いたいんです…

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  • You’re perfect for eachother

    A woman on the bus says to the couple infront of me

    Are they?

    Can they be?

    Is there a way to be perfect?

    Made for each other?

    It pings around my mind like a ball through blocks

    ある?

    ある?

    ある?

    I wonder, as it hits and rings ある? like a bell

    If such a thing could be real

    I hardly believe it anymore

    Is believing blindly in something naïve or stupid? Both?

    How can I when I’ve never seen it

    Perfect for eachother

    At one time I believed I really was

    And so was he

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  • So few times I told your fortune

    The few times I only saw the worst

    But mine were worse

    And how they terrified me

    Those whispered futures

    Thinking I’d created a demon I erased it

    But the demon all along was the doubt which crept in

    Afraid and alone

    I was afraid and alone and scrambling because I felt everything slipping

    And those who came went again

    And otherwise they didn’t come

    So I swallowed the doubt into my soul

    Lost myself inside the hole

    Where all was left was his love that I needed to live

    Kept alive but a burning heart

    Kept alive by a wildfire

    In that dark place I wept and turned

    All I could hear was how it burned

    Fear and doubt doubled to the worst

    Long lost love love of the first

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  • Graves of names

    Lost litanies latent

    Whispered in the trees

    Sweet softening sorrows

    Stone graves of names

    World wildly wailing

    Those who won’t return

    Yet they remain

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