Poetry

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

  • Once, when I was in Brownies

    There was a misunderstanding

    The leaders prepared pudding with Oreo dusting and filled with gummy worms

    They stuck a stem of mint in it, to give the pots the look of containing a plant

    To create a reaction when the leaders started eating what appeared to ten year olds to be dirt

    I had become excited at the idea of raising this plant

    And when I found out it was dead, and dessert

    I cried

    When I returned from work yesterday my wonderful upstairs neighbour and landlord had left me a treat from her son’s party

    We had been thinking about that plant

    We laughed while enjoying the dessert we hadn’t been able to nearly two decades earlier

    While sitting on the floor of our kitchen far away from any friends or leaders or my mother who was one of the leaders

    If only for a minute

    We were happy all alone

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  • The doe is dead

    The sun rays dripping orange not gold

    Me died too

    Far away

    So far away

    And you lala about long lost

    Tipping over the

    Tripping over the

    Tell me something I actually wanted to hear and maybe I’d be happy

    But I don’t deserve that

    I’m convinced I’ve said something terrible and unforgivable

    I don’t know what that is though

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  • So goodnight you

    Does it matter?

    I don’t have anything I’d particularly like to replace this hole with

    I don’t know if there’s anything that could be said worth saying

    Falling silent into my own silence

    There’s nothing to be saved here

    Just the desolate remains of my love that didn’t reach far enough

    I feel like the one watching from the outside

    The cup says

    Music lovers know the score

    I don’t

    Who’s winning?

    I stopped looking when I settled into my last place where I stay because I can’t compete

    If I’m in last place I have no enemies

    And no one to step on

    And the love lost lays dying

    Or dead

    It dies forever

    Endless death

    There’s nothing left to find here

    Not without him

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  • Don’t speak

    Keeps not odd

    Non nights

    No sound

    The drip

    Don’t speak

    Because you’re

    A coward

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  • Don’t want to open my mouth to look stupid

    Keeping it shut to prolong the silence

    Because he taught me well the silence

    The emptiness that follows each exclamation

    I love you

    I need you

    I want to see you

    I need you

    Did you hear me?

    Did you…

    Keeping it shut to ensure that such things will never leave.

    Never leave.

    Just please don’t leave.

    Please.

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  • I don’t know what I want to hear anymore

    I don’t understand the question

    Today is in the park I guess.

    I can’t seem to get away.

    Yeah he does

    I wanna be in another place

    I want to hear all the things I have to hear to make sure he never gives light to me expecting anything back again

    I don’t know I don’t really like the rapping people but it’s okay

    You don’t have to understand I’m not talking to you

    I don’t want to have to think of words I’d rather hear while hearing all the pieces about how terrible this is

    I am

    Don’t you understand that the only reason it’s this bad is because you

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