Poetry

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

  • Of course it has to stay but I’ll have to stay in silence and pretend I can’t hear it

    Maybe he’s going backwards after all

    I shouldn’t muddy this

    The cries of a baby who misses his mother.

    From the top to the bottom

    Then lose control

    Doesn’t suggestion suggest someone suggesting?

    Suddenly sour sounds in a simple station

    Oh my god you lose control

    Oh no

    Oh no

    Trenchparkley

    Parkley is a cool name let’s keep that

    Meaningless repetition

    No signs here

    I woke up at some point with a song playing in my head and in my sleeping

    I should write this down and send it to him

    Whoever

    Whatever

    My brain is smart even in sleeping it scoffs and says

    You’ll what, write the music down?

    I can’t

    And I go back to sleep.

    How many more years before someone realises there are degrees of me too?

    Every day I scream at myself because there’s no one else

    I wish I had a car because I’d leave and drive off of a cliff

    No one to tell me to slow down but I know that it wouldn’t matter

    I don’t remember

    And you’re already already gone and I lose when you lose so I win never again

    What I want isn’t a word that could be answered

    Cherished desires

    I wish

    It’s still bullshit

    Why are you breaking the sound?

    Because you took it too far.

    Move on and slow down where there’s no right and no left

    Except those left behind

    I couldn’t tell you why I woke up missing you or why

    He scares me

    I lose

    I’m wrong

    I’m not halfway right.

    Good day sir.

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  • I keep telling them

    Help me

    I’m dying

    It’s winning

    They say get help

    When cancer kills someone

    I suppose there must be someone who is left without support

    I just happen to be the one who’s not supposed to be supported

    I just don’t understand

    Diseases kill people

    Well most

    Yesterday was hard

    You say they’re pretty I say I should have been born as one

    I

    Alienation crosses the line of desperation and sinks

    It’s just that no one understands me

    Who could now?

    I’ve been sitting on this book for a decade

    I don’t think it’s worth telling most days

    I pet trees like cats

    Just because I want to hear trench doesn’t mean I want to go straight til morning I

    It’s already gone and I’ll go

    I don’t know what I want to hear

    But it isn’t anything that’s happened

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  • Mom and Dad saw me posting nudes on tumblr so they had tumblr commit suicide

    – The world according to me

    As in if everything in the world had something to do with me then it would have to be something like that

    Fucking

    Mom and Dad

    Whoever those are honestly

    I can’t be sure where I am or where I’ve come from

    Only the memories I remember living not remembering can be proof of my existence to me

    But I can’t see where three could be

    Three

    I could believe you but then I’d have to be able to get from zero

    And I can’t seem to get out of this hole I’m in

    Why would I ever be anything but last place

    I have no idea what that poem I wrote that won was

    Where it is or if it even existed

    I wish I could see it

    So that I could tell how far I’ve fallen

    Stupid and foolish child

    Where are they taking you?

    Spirited away

    I hope it’s somewhere nice

    Oh yes it’s apathy you didn’t

    Actually think hoping would help did you?

    How can I even want to try

    No

    Not again

    Not again because there must be something wrong with me

    How am I supposed to

    It doesn’t matter

    I’ll drink

    I’ll smoke

    Hopefully I’ll die

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  • I fucking love people whose bags take priority over people on the bus

    No, really, fucking love their inconsiderate self centred bullshit

    People should have to stand so your inanimate object can sit?

    Could you kindly tell me why, because I do not understand why, your bag (which did not pay for a seat mind you) gets a seat over a person?

    Could you explain to me why your stuff (which did not pay its fare) gets priority seating?

    Would you like to?

    I fucking love people like you because you’re everywhere

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  • Greater nothingness slipping into the hallowed harried

    This errant nothingness

    Unclear clarity filtered through

    Eyes wide

    Therein wherein

    The glee is ferried

    From second to second

    They don’t play

    A dead clock

    Does this happen because I was thinking about it?

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  • It’s been an awful year.

    It’s been a terrible and awful year.

    Forgive me for dragging on the year but it really did start in Lunar respects so my year isn’t over

    And it’s been awful

    The slow realisation that without Chester I’ve lost a part of myself in that I could always go to his music and feel

    And when there was something new I could …

    Peak? Into how his my

    Our

    Sickness had been treating us and commiserate

    Or sing along and

    Through faults and errors

    I have lost where I used to run to feel better

    While still feeling

    There isn’t much I can say without it all sounding entirely about me but I don’t know anything about you so how could I comment on anything besides

    How much I need you to stick around

    I need you to stick around so I have someone still I can sing with

    I need you to stick around so I don’t spend every day worrying about your family and friends and wishing I could /had helped

    I need you to stick around so I have hope that maybe something will be better for one of us

    Endless unsent letters that won’t be arriving any time soon

    It’s just like

    I just wish I could be the reminder for every person who feels like this

    That they’re worth it and needed

    I just keep thinking you need a hug

    Or something

    I’ll just

    Hope that it actually is the thought that counts and think I hope you feel better

    That it gets better for you soon

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