Poetry

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

  • Kay so it’s midnight

    Midnight midnight they are breathing

    And the terror grips suddenly all at once like a

    If I die it all goes away

    All what

    All this

    All everything

    What if it ends with nothing

    And the grip of fear that slips in suddenly I’m afraid

    Where did you come from?

    Where have you been?

    Fear of death

    Not you dear you’re a metaphor and a planet

    Sobering sobering

    Just breathe you’re not dying now

    For fuck’s sake

    Crying because is this really all my life will be?

    One life you get

    To remember

    I wish I knew why I think he hates me

    I wish I knew how he felt and why

    I can’t understand this

    How can such contradictory beings exist in one shell

    Sunday I was in love*

    *again

    But it wasn’t the sweet pure love of before where everything could happen

    So I don’t know what it is

    Did you think I couldn’t hear you

    It’s always about her

    I remember so fucking clearly

    The moment I felt like you let go

    And what the reason was

    But it doesn’t amount to anything

    Any of it just silence in the ruins of a land gone before time could try it

    Gone before a darkness that settles over it

    Chasing my tail

    I wish I could just

    Sleep until it got better

    Hey it’s just so hard to not hear how everyone hates you every day when your only companion tells you so over and over

    Again

    Naming the demons and the diseases doesn’t change the fact that the terrible things that get thrown have become the things thrown at me by the terrible

    Sharp objects in the form of words

    It doesn’t even matter if I’m not a liar if I am trying my best if I’m trying to be as good as I can be

    My biggest support

    Is the one throwing tomatoes from the stands because there is no support

    Just the face underneath my skin

    The one that laughs every time I believe anything

    Or feel anything

    I can never be sure because this unreal coincidence stuff just exists in parallel to the thoughts that wander

    Filling the halls with rasping gasping breath

    One more one last try

    Straight from a seven to a nine.

    I wish I could call you valentine.

    I wish I wasn’t alone tonight.

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  • Remember in the cold night that it was just a dream and the chilled waking doesn’t mean anything but the start of another day

    Remember in the quiet night that it took twenty years for

    I’m waiting for someone special

    To become

    I guess not

    And as far as that’s concerned

    My mind playing tricks on the line again

    Because I’m not the only one

    Keeps coming back and I’ve been hacked

    By society

    To think that I can’t just move on from something because that makes it less important but

    There’s a realist who knows that there’s just no way

    I’m not good enough for him

    That’s why I know I’m not good enough for you

    Swinging misses out of my league

    But remember in the creaking cold quiet

    That it’s been a year now.

    It seems I can get away with it

    But I wish I wouldn’t

    It’s so quiet

    I almost wish I missed the noise

    But the ringing in my ears

    Is far preferable

    I still wish you were here

    That you’d open up just a little bit

    That I could properly apologise

    That I

    I don’t want to ruin it

    I never did.

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  • You

    I still love you

    I love you

    I didn’t expect

    Who do you

    To find me twice in one day from two places

    I

    I already answered in retrospect

    I still love you

    I love you

    Fuck

    I still love your hair and your voice and the way

    I’ve been deep in this

    Sends shivers up my spine and I still love your way of moving and

    Why?

    How far must I go to understand

    But I do

    Love

    You

    And I’ve come full circle

    Under the breath of the moon hanging in the sky

    Isn’t it tonight?

    Tonight?

    At least it’s something

    Invisible shadow cast by the Moon

    Well it can’t be ruined

    It’ll happen

    Something I can count on

    This one isn’t quite how I remember it

    Clearest skies I don’t have a park to draw a circle in

    When the eclipse shines over the centre

    I still love him

    What am I thinking?

    How the hell did this get here?

    Take what I want and go but I’m sorry for showing up here again

    I know I don’t belong

    I know you don’t want me here

    But here I am

    One

    Happy birthday

    He almost said

    Mercury stop fucking with the communication

    If I died would that really be so bad?

    I swear you don’t go there.

    Wherein the answers never came and the eclipse is back again there are no better places

    But she promises something beautiful

    When the sun takes over

    Jerk

    Who says

    What days were supposed to happen

    One mistake ruins everything every time

    So there’s no answer under the moonlight

    But may the words be undone by the silence

    No vows strong enough for the worst

    And I still love him

    What a fool what a fool

    I can’t take myself seriously like this how could I possibly

    But I do

    But I won’t

    Because treading through gardens I don’t belong in long took the joy out of it

    Far better a screen than the one I’m looking at.

    Still waiting for a call from anyone

    Still don’t know why.

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  • I still love you

    One year later

    Don’t echo it don’t

    Echo

    Echo

    Echo

    Echo Echo

    still

    I still love

    I still

    Love

    Love

    I still

    Love you

    And

    No

    One

    The same

    As I love you

    I love you

    Fuck

    FUCK

    I still love you

    Blue flame of my

    heart

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  • How am I to let go

    When I wake up and need you

    When there’s no other sound I can handle

    When I’m hiding from everything

    When it’s all too heavy and I don’t know where to go

    Can’t let go when I need you here

    When I know that if I’m by myself

    The mind will torture me until I’m drowning again

    If I can sink beneath the words into the

    Symphonic sounds of the music

    Just because it hurts

    I wish I could hear the sound of his voice without the bite

    Where am I to go from here?

    18 songs left and I keep going back to your door

    And taking them all back again

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  • There’s this high-pitched something that makes it painful to listen to

    But it seems to block out the sun

    Who just gets too

    Too much

    No you don’t
    That’s the joke

    But it helps

    Why?

    Where am I supposed to go from here when the only safe place is somewhere I can’t go?

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