Poetry
This is the general category of fuckery that goes on and on and doesn’t seem interested in stopping.
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単純ね?人間って。
You made me a rainbow and now I forgive you for a moment.
人間ってバカだね?
You whisper surprise
Like it was for me.
If I could give you rainbows I would.
I’m still mad.
But, I like rainbows.
人間って
可愛くねーよ
Small and short lived
虹だって言ってるの?
Not reading what just happened.
Every rainbow is a moment when Sun, Rain, Cloud, and Sky
Worked together to create it
Perhaps it would be unfortunate if there wasn’t someone to see it.
Don’t fear the storms you call.
Just fix what you can.
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If you’re down it’s not because you’ve fallen from a pedestal
It’s as if no one can see the other side of anyone to think that
In this ripping waves of the tide
Grabbing my attention further than
Could you wait to say words like that until I know why you’re even here
In the lopsided sadness the darkness doesn’t fade to light
If you woke me up to see the sunrise I did
Stay*
Did they not expect me to run to the door?
Singing the guitar to the sun and the
Signal to the stars
What could the better of the lens be?
The story I came for the reason to be createdThe story that is the reason I came.
The story that I came for the purpose to create.
Awkward clunky translations because they don’t speak together
The cats have started to come out.
Go and come back.
I wanted to see you.
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Somehow silence is more good than speech
He’s been good to me in holding back all the awful things he should have to say to me
But I still get lost and need to hear him
I can’t explain it and I won’t because I feel like
Easy
So easy
But the difference
It’s not a difference though
One has more emphasis on the differ
Than the feren
I drink every night to your continued success
Don’t go there
Undo the ties and whisper something else
I’m lonely
So here’s another day
Spent away from You
Another night spent on an Ocean Avenue.
And my heart? I hope to die.
I hope it dies.
But what could be mattered
Why do I need it
Make is something else because by the end I’m right back where I was
Higher
If my beating heart is the bet
I hope Hermes loses.
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I simply care not to think about that which cannot will not won’t not happen
How did there end up being no fight in me to go towards the desires
Cursed desire festering nothing but pain and bitterness
And how come could you not tell before the end of the beginning how much a toy is worth to a god with few toys?
If only the snow would fall to the ground and whisper the sleep back into the world for one more day
Stay stay
And then play in the wonder of once a year
Even if I’m screaming even now the skies cannot hear my wants
Like a child screaming to the rain his want for it to cease
The rain has already fallen and cannot thus be stopped by petulant childish whinnings
Why cannot I borrow from I?
Instead shuddered by hills of silence.
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Am I mad?
Of course I’m mad you planted in my mind all the things to ruin everything
I just want to know what the bet was so I can decide who wins it
Hiding under over behind your blanket that never touches the screen
I don’t want to know which of you started it but I know
It’s just like you to fuck around with someone’s life for fun
When did you get permission to bother me?
How am I supposed to believe what you say?
Bother do I mean interfere attempt to recourse
And yet I feel the less sinister of the two
Don’t tell your daddy he may get mad
Throttled laughter
Such things you do in the dark when you have nothing to lose
But I have nothing to lose and I still have nothing to lose
Just nothing
So much nothing
Let go of nothing
And show you a self that is how I am
From the outside not in
It’s all from the outside battering
I can’t let anyone next to me
Hey so I saw Will today
Thanks for the heads-up
Because one sees I’m angry and says
Of course you are. But you’ll love me later anyways.
And the other
Starts trying to burn away the clouds to prove he’s not hiding
I can’t with you two, honestly.
Gods I love you fucking assholes.
I’m mad,
I’m so mad.
Fifty fucking thousand silvery lights in the distance can sing in unison with the madness I portray by being fucked around by your fuckery
But it’s my life
So it’s fine
At least it’s not boring
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Singing in the store room of an old art gallery
What song what song in the dark?
He flinched when I touched him
Don’t remember what happened after I hugged him
Beautiful artist singing in the art