Poetry

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

  • I rarely speak with Neptune

    When I do it’s because different name

    And Saturn watches patiently as time whispers to the sun

    How mechanical

    When she’s louder than Saturn

    So rare

    Saturn is just

    Magnificent

    Massive

    Monsterous

    Neptune is

    Illustrious

    Iridescent

    Intricate

    Do you want to explain to everyone that you have rings because you wanted them?

    Do I have to be the one to tag

    Want

    To a ball?

    Can’t you all just speak to them instead of making them dig through

    Everything to get the answers?

    Neptune and Uranus don’t seem to care

    But you with your nonexistence

    I will never not be giggling like a child over that

    Daddy why don’t you exist?

    And he will peel in quietly with a chuckle

    Run his nonexistence over my face and hair

    And then we dance

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  • Nothing lasts forever

    And you’re not different but

    You shouldn’t exist but you do

    Humans say things like it’s true and when it’s not true they say

    Shouldn’t

    What they mean is

    We were wrong

    But you know?

    I’m glad you exist even though humans think you can’t

    I’m glad I can fly from star to star and come home to you

    I’m glad that

    That you

    Love notes to my favourite

    Ball?

    My favourite rock is closest by

    Also I still don’t know if you have a rock

    I’d like to touch you

    Sorry we dropped our germs on your moon.

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  • I say

    I want to go home

    I don’t say the heart palpitations are bothering me

    I don’t say

    I just blacked out while talking to a customer and I don’t know if that black out was just me standing there staring into space,

    But I don’t remember anything or remember what we’re talking about

    My head hurts

    My hands aren’t working

    My fingers keep not working

    I’m so frustrated with my body

    I can smell

    Everything

    Hear everything

    The lights are so bright

    I’m unable to say all of it because

    It’s a thin line between suffering and wanting to fix it

    And how much guilt I feel for suffering and for imposing it on others

    By being

    I’m such a cry baby today

    I cried because that girl got hit

    I cried because the music was being mean to me

    Cried about how sick I feel

    Cried about dogs

    I wish I could have one

    Or a cat

    Or anyone

    Anyone?

    I wish I could be surprised that no one wants me

    Because then at least I’d have a justification for why it hurts so much

    Even though I can’t blame anyone

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  • How about this,

    If he posts a picture of his face that isn’t an extreme emote

    Then I’ll reconsider

    But you can’t convince me it makes a difference

    I don’t want to meet her

    That lady’s numbers were

    22

    11

    And

    7.

    My numbers are a fuck you for Christmas.

    Denied my suicide or salvation.

    Whatever that is.

    I assume it’s something that sticks thing together.

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  • This cough won’t go

    Perhaps I should

    No not doctors

    I want to be better and doctors mean I’m not

    Maybe if I’d stop smoking

    For like a week at the most

    But I can’t

    End of the world?

    Fuck off Apollo.

    You said “can’t”

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  • Just like animals

    If your son bit your kid you wouldn’t put him down

    But also you wouldn’t not smack your dog on the nose when they do something they don’t like

    There’s this pin, see

    And it’s a unicorn with a rainbow and it says

    See!

    🌈🦄🏳️‍🌈

    You’re in hell.

    And I’m like

    Yeah, I know.

    Stop saying that like it’s a revelation, we got it

    But if I’m being punished for doing what keeps happening

    Spirits must be incredibly stupid if it takes this long for me to get it

    What the hell good does conditioning me into someone who is afraid to

    Start or believe in anything

    Touch people

    Talk to people

    I’m not good at

    Making or keeping friends

    How do I say I’m sorry for something I can’t fix?

    No I know

    Nobody’s listening – 2018

    Oh but he’s so cute

    Poor caged owl

    I don’t know why

    I guess I never will

    I am trying to get home

    Yeah, yeah.

    I wish I knew where I came from.

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