Poetry

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

  • I hate when my brain does this to me.

    I’m stuck in a loop on a loop.

    There’s only one track playing it’s on repeat

    What if I’m just putting too much faith in someone again?

    When has our ability to trust ever led to an acceptable outcome?

    What if we’re wrong

    What if we’re wrong

    And he did do it.

    He said he didn’t but people lie.

    People lie and there’s no reason for them to lie so if this is acceptable as a reason then why wouldn’t he?

    We’re wrong about everything else

    Well not everything but it feels like it

    I just wish I knew I knew like I used to I don’t feel like I know anything anymore.

    It feels like it.

    Earthquake

    Please Jake

    Please let me be right about you

    Of all the things I wanted to be right about this

    If not then

    Then I don’t really know what’s left of 2019

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  • In a night sky where all I can see clearly is Sirius

    I whisper

    They’re too far away

    And the following fumbling silence

    Like, did they really say that?

    How many lightyears?

    To be said

    Truthfully

    But it couldn’t possibly be that fast

    But I love them both and they shine so bright

    Can I pretend they were made for me to have but not to keep?

    How do I say thank you for a billions year long existence

    They say it’s enough

    They say we don’t need to be reminded how old we are

    Aunt and Uncle

    I just don’t know if it’s appropriate to have hope I’m so used to life dropping me as

    Terror becomes cautious optimism

    Just as I think I can fill my lungs with air

    Yes

    Maybe just there to remind me that some stars have two.

    Spinning around eachother until one day they consume eachother and become something new

    Maybe I’m afraid to become something new because something old has faded from blue into a colour of grey I never knew I never knew

    It’s like you try to build yourself up and this

    This face we’ve all created this

    Voice of the masses that rings in our heads just

    Doesn’t come on quiet it comes on like a sledgehammer to the face

    So simple a thought as

    I feel pretty today

    Turns into an hour long battle with the face inside that does not want you to believe you’re beautiful and worthy

    Every time something happens I want to ask if it’s a proceed with caution yellow or orange or a proceed, but also with caution, green or blue

    And if I’m still sitting in the backseat saying

    Love will tear us apart

    Help me piece it all together darling

    I hate this part right here

    Where I know I need another who can reaffirm the affirmations that so quickly become a whisper under the stream of consciousness

    And the weight of life on Earth.

    How I hope to find you tugging on the end of the string and hoping it doesn’t lead me far far away from here

    So far away

    Gwyddyn

    Sometimes my mind teaches me languages before I know them

    Odd I know

    Do I take it and love it?

    Not ordinarily

    Apollo you called me mundane

    Did you really think a sunset would fix it all at once?

    We go through these moments

    Where I wonder how long I can hold a grudge against a ball of fire

    While cheating on him with other balls of fire

    Conversation just to keep the mind awake

    Every plane

    いってらしゃい

    After all

    I want to go home

    But maybe I can start here for now.

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  • Born at the pole

    She stretches her brittle fingertips across the land

    In her reach the frozen cold

    As her arms embrace the earth into ice

    Shattering as the curs’ed warmth fights back her reach grows shorter

    Shorter

    In her death throes she cries

    My job is not done

    I have not held her large enough long enough

    Her spread body over the body of her visited mistress

    I need more time

    She cries as Time looks back and winks silently

    The ocean spins

    Please

    She begs in the reach of the infernal trees as they mock her dying cries by blossoming in her face

    And every time she comes she grows shorter

    Less

    She’s dying

    She’s my favourite and she’s dying

    Watching her stretch as far as she can

    Then dissipate

    And I can do nothing to help her

    Winter oh Winter

    Wherefore art thou?

    And why must you die like everyone else?

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  • No one owes me time, friendship

    Those things I gave away without asking what their value was.

    Worthless, I am.

    No one owes me proximity

    Hours

    Hours and hours and it’s

    It is how it is

    So stop crying

    I had a dream I saw an owl in a tree

    The blue light flickered in and out never quite there

    I woke up

    Now what is this?

    This again.

    This place

    I should be grateful and happy and not complain because I have a home and a job

    They took winter away from me

    I was forced to help simply by existing

    The blood of my favourite is on my hands too

    Why am I still here

    I think I’m going to throw up

    There is no parting only being alone is such

    Empty endless nothing to spend the day trying to make it go away only to find there’s another to follow

    Endless hopeless wishings that go unheard without the well to listen even if it did they fire back like missiles like bullets like an arrow shot from afar

    Don’t tempt me into hope that doesn’t exist

    What could be a more frightening thing than

    Knowing even a hope is just the silence winking back

    Watching the disappearing back of

    A friend?

    They don’t last long

    I can’t fit the label on it’s a lie

    Friendship never ends

    Is a lie

    It just does

    You just disappear

    You’re just not important enough to be seen

    Recognised

    Or a cursory message

    But that’s it

    That’s what you get.

    Welcome to the digital age may you never see anyone again because it’s just so much more convenient to

    Hi

    <“Conversation”>

    Bye

    Than be in the same room as you just don’t take it personally

    Everyone else likes it you’re the problem

    You’re the problem

    Why are you crying?

    You’re the fucking problem.

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  • I want to go home

    I whisper to myself still not knowing where that is

    The running joke since 14

    I want to go home

    Where is it? Where did it go? How did I lose it?

    How many one more chances does love need before

    Nevermind I can’t imagine it anymore

    I can’t imagine anything but sitting here alone for hours

    Anything else

    Imagine this

    I get dressed up and go to a

    Bar?

    Club?

    A place I’ve never been before

    And sit alone for several hours and then come home

    Isn’t it better to just be disappointed in the night before it happens

    I’m invisible

    I’m inviting the universe to hit me with a space boulder or something

    I wish I could just die without having to go through excruciating pain first

    Effort

    Just to torture myself to death

    No

    It’s better not to go out and see all the people not seeing me and enjoying themselves without me I don’t belong anywhere

    I’m terrified

    That everything that has happened

    Will just happen again

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  • I think he just got it

    The roll of laughter like a heat heard

    The way the messenger snorted

    Duh

    Don’t fault me this one pride of mine held tight and silent

    Of course he grumbled

    Well would you rather odd?

    I’d rather you call me even now

    The sunset was gorgeous

    And strange

    And right up my alley

    Literally I suppose

    It’s war or something else anyways

    Don’t ask because I can’t tell you

    Why my only friends are balls

    Maybe I’m more dog than I thought.

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