Poetry

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

  • Don’t think of it

    Forget it

    Let it go

    Walk away don’t give it words

    Tumbling dropping falling

    Hah

    Someone help me

    Haha

    I know I know no one knows I can’t go crying

    But I did it to myself so can’t I complain?

    I cannot can I?

    If he knew what I was thinking he’d cringe and think

    That’s so gross

    But he was happy in the fantasy until I realised I was doing it and crushed it as quickly as possible and fled the area

    When I cried for help he was on the other end

    Waiting for the call

    My Christ

    The cycle repeats and I don’t know how to get out of it and when I think about him thinking about me thinking about it it just hurts so badly because he couldn’t think well of me

    If he never came

    And now I feel sick to my stomach with trying not to cry but also knowing

    I just want to be happy and loved

    Why is it always him?

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  • This time Pleiades

    Burned into my retinas

    Just before he disappeared behind the hill

    I stared him down into his core and watched as the water of the clouds turned him blue for a moment

    Purple for another

    Mischievous shading of the clouds in the past moments of light

    I’m not blind yet

    But if I do

    I’ll just know the last thing I saw was the centre of my life and I loved it

    So maybe it wouldn’t be so bad

    To see you in a moment

    To look you in the face

    Means more to me than any embrace

    Goodnight sweet light

    I love your green

    I can imagine it

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  • Suddenly it crept up on me

    It’s just you and me

    It’s just you and me

    Who and

    Me

    Me and me

    I’m stuck with myself I jerked away,

    Changed the song

    Mission impossible came on I wince, grit my teeth

    Fight tears

    Linkin Park

    Drawbar

    Like across my throat?

    Where I can’t breathe

    I can’t get away from myself

    How I just want to be left alone

    Anyone but you

    I’d rather be trapped forever with anyone but you

    Me

    Me

    I’d rather be trapped anywhere without me

    Foreword

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  • Lost in the snow

    Drifting about lost in

    Lost in the madness

    Pulling, scraping, lurching, dragging

    Lost in the ground

    In a darkness unyielding

    Yet lost in the darkness where there is nothing left.

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  • Without them I.

    Without them there’s.

    Did you just burn a hook into my eyes you big ball of fire?

    Do

    Yes you did do

    A right facing hook with a ball and then a rope

    He says his love is the killing kind

    Did he see you?

    Has he seen you?

    It’s fading now

    The hook

    Well yeah, I found another killer

    We already went over it

    So I’ll cuddle up to Saturn

    And Persephone seems okay with that

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  • How to react to not reacting

    I just read a book about slaves in the Americas

    I’m rather painfully sobered

    And it’s all wrapped up!

    Look at them ten masterpieces in a row like ducks like

    Oh I just do this sometimes

    But

    It’s more or less what I expected

    But I still love him so that doesn’t get me anywhere

    As upsetting as your pain is

    The wall between us means I cannot and will not ever be able to touch your face and say

    I know

    I love you anyways

    Well it’s disregarded

    Isn’t it?

    It must be.

    I can only watch.

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