Poetry
This is the general category of fuckery that goes on and on and doesn’t seem interested in stopping.
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I saw the new departure
Stuck inside a hole waiting patiently to be let out
But the warrior grizzled and powerful stands outside
Why do you hate me?
Understandably misunderstood
As the bard sings her crow song fluttering through her lute
As the mage gathers power only for the better and to disperse
The bear comes over the hill
Never forgetting that the path is clearer in groups
And that under every dark king’s helmet is a scared and hurt little boy
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Where was ones?
Where’s the top?
Much easier said
I thought so many things you don’t need to see
And I wish I’d had the chance to touch your face
Meeting in the dark
With these things I shouldn’t have started
No one cares about the rhythm of my heart
So this falls sharply silently
Fantasies are only for breaking and I’ll never be
Real
And after you there’s nothing there’s only
This emptiness
I couldn’t
I couldn’t
I couldn’t
Do those things I wanted to start
There’s only one slave
And no one gives a fuck about my heart
I still wish I hadn’t failed all those times I tried to kill myself and not leaving you means absolutely fucking nothing so
Here I am in the dark all alone waiting for no one to show as the night goes on and there’s nothing left
I fucked up the rhythm
Oops
Oh oh I don’t give a fuck.
I know.
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But don’t spill your guts you
Could not spill your guts out
I hope you know you don’t deserve it that you’re more than half a man
When you’re feeling alien and outside and can’t feel alive
And I know you do
Because I do too
It’s a slipping silent
Creeping quiet
You should know you’re more than you think you are
The baby of the melody
Even here
So what are you?
Preciously tragically human
I think your hopes were set too high I’d give you a bandaid if I could
I wish I knew how to make all these days go by without the alibis
You’re more than you could think to be
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Nothing is perfect
But at least it doesn’t kill you
Hollow promises for perfection
I wish I could see all the expressions you pretend with
Without wanting to notice that as you have less pounds you have less to sell
At least it doesn’t kill you
And you have shirts sometimes now
Nothing is better
Everything is the same
Nothing is better
It wasn’t perfect to begin with
So good luck
What I want what I need
Isn’t killing you
Devorce for less
It wasn’t perfect to start
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In those ways you’ll never know
The sound of you bringing a silly smile to my face unbidden
How there were moments I’d run to you and cry
Sob into the sounds of you aching
How your tender voice would slip into my pain and lead me out again
Down and then out
Like a hand offered when the room was empty
When it goes hollow and stops sounding real
Empty songs
Whispers in the dark
I wish I could have saved you
I wish you could have saved me
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The clouds here are white, grey, and puffy.
What did they look like there?
Did the bird I just heard light on the tree and sing his song?
Were there trees?
I wonder where it was there
I can point you a trail there I was
But I can’t explain
This was night left sitting in the park for hours just incase just incase
Somehow
This was hours asking endless questions as a bird peeping for the first time
This was excruciating
This was without a cut in the ache
Just calmly they whispered
Don’t get lost in nostalgia
No world is without its pains
So there is a temporary home in this planet
But just as a rented apartment
I want to leave it in a condition that the next tenant can live here as well.