Poetry
This is the general category of fuckery that goes on and on and doesn’t seem interested in stopping.
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When I try to forget you
You name appears spelled out
When I try to pull away I’m filled with regret and doubt
There is nothing beyond here that I can see
Not what would bring you back
If there was one
Can you even consider it back when there wasn’t one to start with
How it feels to have someone whispering in your ears always
I wish I could fix him
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It is as simple as the snow melting off the ground
The snowflake that fell
It is gone
The next winter will not bring the same one
Nor the same snow
Nor the same story
But it will fall and be perceived as
Just another snowfall
And as we fall into life and lie on this earth and we wait for the day we melt away
It will never be the same but will never be perceived as different
Just another life ended
But that is how it is
The stories may say your name and you may be remembered
It was a cold day in the capital regional district today, as ten centimeters of snow fell
But in the end the world will continue as if you were never here
Isn’t that odd
That everything mirrors everything else
We just so happen to be also alive
But the criteria are not all right
But who could care?
The snow is melting
I still have no where to go
I liked it better when I couldn’t go,
Because it meant I wasn’t missing anything.
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Hello?
I called out to the stars
Through a vague opening in the skies
Flowing by
And it was there just in time
Hello
Good night
I love you
And gone again into the cloudy night
And would a silent whisper of a yell to a star reach its horizons
Or get lost years in between
You’d have to shoot forward to get behind
Like a drop on my cheek that was a snowflake, but no longer
Does the heart grow fonder?
It won’t matter now in the quiet.
It will be like a stiff whisper
You won’t forget it but you dodge the hit and stay down
Just trying to stay out of the memories
Like everything is just now
Just only this
However how unfortunate today was today
The today that it was wasn’t bad
I may never be
But I know that all I wanted was
Not mine to take
That intrusion unexpected unwanted unnecessary
Couldn’t possibly have been positive
I suppose my life is just going
At least I get to see dogs every day
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Through the wind I hear a baby’s cry
Oh my baby
I’m trying
Not quite right
Quite wrong indeed
Going away sometimes means never coming back
Or so they say
I wish every silence would stay
To keep me company
To try to put me back together
They say you never know
I know I know
Nothing known at all
So little known at all
So seldom I am me
So little to see
So little to be
Don’t know when I’ll really be again
This is for now I keep whispering
Not bothering with what comes after
I don’t know when now ends
But this is for now
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To the Valentine’s without Valentine’s
The days that never go right
The best gift of the day the dusting proceeding the slow thaw
So short lived, so beautiful, my beautiful white Valentine
Much quicker and easier without the hit
I’ll take it I took it
Is there some one out on this god forsaken rock who can understand me?
Who can understand that
It’s just one stupid day where people for some reason get one day to somehow make the rest of the shitty year go away and trick their other into staying another year
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I’ve never been surprised on Valentine’s Day
I don’t have a Valentine
I’ve never been there done that
None of it
Someone who can read a cynic and see how disappointed I am
Is this not how a dog lives?
Inside perpetually doing nothing
Outside sometimes
Still doing mostly nothing
It’s all nothing really
It’s so much easier to see it as nothing
Than face what I’m missing
And what I’m leaving behind
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I think it’s beautiful
The way it’s falling so gently
Even when whipped around by the wind
She falls softly
Building up like a thick tower from the ground the foundation thousands of thousands of tiny individuals
I think she’s beautiful I would love to sit in the field and feel her growing around me
Watching her softly falling
Such grace
And yet she’s just weather
How odd to have a favourite
She is, she is,
Look at her
Safe at home in her arms