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