Poetry
This is the general category of fuckery that goes on and on and doesn’t seem interested in stopping.
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On lit feet I stared into the space
Jupiter is coming
Jupiter is coming but
Wait
That’s Arcturus so
That must be
My favourite boy in the whole universe
On the horizon
Oh I had missed you
How I had missed you
And even though I can see into your heart
Nothing here has changed
Sometimes in our lives we adopt things
To spin around us
Even without a name forged from a silent agreement
Satellites
I shuffled straight into Trench
And I think you know why
Far away blue light I have missed you
You and your dust and your possibly dead or being born planets
Had you missed me enough you will not speak?
So this is heartache
But I keep trying
I’m not perfect
So this it heartache
I wouldn’t dare miss him
He may cringe
What did he hear I wonder?
To push and pull and mould as he did the space around him as he wished
Until
Spark?
Sounds like a cop out
Sounds too simple
Sounds too easy
But he did it
I wonder if the ladybug did?
Vega will
Arcturus did
Aunt and Uncle Sirius
Bellatrix
And Rigel
I wonder what’s different
I wonder if I sing to them if they’ll have planets of their own someday jealous of their neighbour’s yard.
Life could be the cute new planetary accessory of
…
What year is it?
Fuck now they’re fighting a war over what year it is
I wonder if any of them agree?
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The only person who has ever startled me into jumping
Dropping something
Is me
Only I know me well enough to give my self a start enough to drop something
Do you still feel guilty for being able to afford to eat today?
Because I do every day
Over Mr Noodles
Made from clean water
On a stove
It doesn’t make perspective so much as perplexes
The mind to think
It’s not like we’re not trying
It’s just there isn’t enough work
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Throwing a peace to the sky
Get! For free~
The language unfolding to me
マーズの天気って今…sandstorm
It couldn’t be I looked at it
Expected a lie
Sand 砂
Storm 嵐
Because humans often thing the same
Low and behold
The language becomes so much easier when you understand why and how
Twinkle twinkle
Ladybug star
How I wonder who you are
Up above the world red light
Like a diamond in the night
Seemingly nameless star
Now of the ladybug, you are.
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A violent call to whisper
In the night in the night
Standing over your bed frame
Chuckling with fright
How you cannot hear me you will never know
Only when you hear true silence could the river flow
In that instant that your ears no longer hear the beat of your own heart
That is when you’ll know it’s over and I’ll give it a start
Truth unwary solitary wariness within
All of it lost in a place smaller than a pin
In the distance there is nothing
No horizon and
No light
And now you see me crying in the corner of the night
Dripping down the windows in the rainless drop of rain
With a finger on your window I will never come again
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I need some help right now
I imagine myself sending him
I need some help right now
Foolishly I imagine he hears me and says
I’m not a psychiatrist contact a help line
I don’t need a help line
I imagine saying back I imagine how I feel right now
I don’t need some guy named Nick but not really Nick
They have fake names you see
And he’ll say
Just get through to tomorrow
Just make it through
Which is great but I haven’t seen anyone since my birthday and before that I hadn’t seen him for a month
Showed up for a disjointed dinner
I impose on them
When I’m not there my sister speaks
I don’t know if I’m real right now I feel so shut off
I see these beautiful lives and I know I make it to tomorrow because I have to feed them but
I feel so empty like I’m going to implode on myself and I don’t
I don’t send him that message
And none of it happens and
I’ll be fine I’ll just get high and fight the night and go to sleep and if I still feel the same way I’ll love through it
You don’t really need me
He’d say
You need someone else
Dear someone else
He’s wrong
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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?