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