Poetry

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

  • Don’t run too far

    Kno-o-o-o-o-o-ow

    Just stuck in my head

    You never

    You never

    You never

    ‘Cause I don’t owe you anything

    End in tragedy

    It hurts so much to thank you just the same

    ‘Cause I don’t owe you anything

    Just get out of my head

    Stay or go

    Go go go

    And don’t you know?

    I would have gone if I could go

    I’d rather die than be lonely

    The surviving never live

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  • Old friend

    Who?

    No one

    I don’t look like my pictures

    It’s a bad thing

    But I don’t know how I should look

    Which face is it? Which face?

    All I see is in the mirror and it lies

    Didn’t want to stay awake so I took drugs

    I have way too many drugs

    Getting drunk is now a calculated decision to cause the affects on the side of the pill bottle

    And I have to keep to the choices I’ve made

    I’ve made

    Blue on top

    Purple in the middle and Green just below

    Those who whisper in my ear

    No particular order

    It makes a good triangle

    Trying displace the me who I don’t recognize that everyone says they see

    They just have names because I’m so tired of the voices in my head and I can yell louder if they have a name

    They said you can’t imagine volume of words

    So I can

    But the sun’s hand was on my face

    That’s the truth

    Metaphorically

    I don’t want to show a face that isn’t mine

    But every time I look it’s not the way it was supposed to go

    It just goes the way it’s not supposed to go

    Every time though

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  • You’d rather be hurting there than

    Someone else

    And even though I know

    I know I’m not on the list

    Even though I know

    That there’s no chance no one or two

    Before the book closes will I ever even meet you

    Why wouldn’t you give me a chance?

    And you say we all heal but in the decade between

    Still you write about your queen

    Then how could I heal from any of this?

    Why am I the only one to miss?

    Miss every chance and every last moment

    Locked away so far away so close nowhere near where I wanted to be

    And I know it won’t reach you

    Because I’ve never been good enough for you

    Not good enough to notice

    Or even see through

    No colours to show just greys and clear ink running through

    I hope I don’t have to see any more of this

    I hope I die and they live happily ever after

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  • I hear one thousand tiny ringing noises

    The room suddenly faded like every sight was slanted

    All the sound was so far away the sound of hands rubbing together like a cloth on the microphones

    They’re fading they’re fading

    What is it I felt

    I do not know

    I’ve never told

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  • This is when

    I remember what happiness feels like

    I’ve felt it so rarely and fleeting

    But as the blanket of cold lies on the earth I feel

    Happy

    As the world whispers away around me I feel

    Safe

    I feel her like a warm cold weight

    I am happy

    For the first time in months

    The best thing to happen this year

    I’ve remembered what it feels like

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  • A visit

    I wish she could stay

    For days and days

    But a visit is more than I expected

    And everything I asked for

    So many beautiful individuals created by a simple drop in temperature

    Fleeting flitting little white faeries

    She’s beautiful in her whispering breath,

    The way she spreads so silently

    The grace with which each piece of her falls to the ground

    The way she’s so temporary

    I wish she’d stay

    I wish she’d stay but a visit is fine

    A visit it wonderful

    Lady Winter

    I love you.

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