Poetry

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

  • 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

    Is translation for

    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

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  • We don’t need to damage both parties

    Why we shan’t leave but an imperceptible trace

    An imperceptible trace of the damage

    The way the outside is lighter by the snow on the ground and the trees, the fences and houses.

    Why do houses not have to take the imperceptible determiner the

    Fences, trees, the same.

    Without

    Snow on ground

    Suddenly sentences make far less sense

    Simply, they must be reworked to work around any problems leaving it out may cause.

    It needs the.

    I need thee

    Such silliness to try to overlook what aches within without

    Yet I stand gazing feverish out the window why am I awake when I am asleep

    Wondering wandering we find nothing waiting here in the dark

    Staring out into white wonderousness.

    Double suffixes are uncredibly incomfortable

    A prefix is a nice name for most people don’t get the joke

    So

    I’m the joke

    I’m the joke because I’m standing here a year later still hung up on two guys I’ll never have and neither of them

    Nor any one else

    Has expressed even remote interest in me

    I could not possibly

    Possibly

    Be funnier to watch

    The older British man said

    That’s quite sad

    And in the moment I swallowed the punch to the gut because if it’s sad

    Someone’s laughing

    They must be

    The moonlight in the snow was a nice touch to a day spent worrying around being stranded

    And it’s so funny because I just so happen

    To be trapped on an island on an island and, deep under water we wonder who could possibly

    Probably

    I always end up isolated

    And doesn’t anyone but me remember

    What I used to fear most when locked away in my room

    For whatever time out was for

    I want to build a snowman

    But not every Snow Queen has a sister to knock on the door

    But my goodness Winter, my dear, you have outdone yourself

    I don’t know where spring is

    It’s beautiful, beautiful

    Thank you for making it out this far

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