Poetry

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

  • If I could just see you

    If I could just hold you

    And then the birds

    And the birds

    And the birds

    And

    Don’t

    I wish I could find you and tell you I like this song

    I don’t love it

    But are we surprised?

    This fucker is chuckling

    Do you remember when I started crying at four in the morning because I remembered

    Bear

    My hamster?

    I loved that little guy he was my best friend.

    He’s also the reason I always expect to walk into a room with a pet and find the worst

    But you

    Do you remember

    How tightly you held my head in your hands and said

    Shut up and listen to me for a minute

    And I finally fell asleep

    And if at this moment sadness overflows

    It will always be okay to cry by my side.

    That’s how it is, like this.

    Does it take until then before I’m well enough I don’t understand

    You knew I’d unravel it

    If you had died you’d have missed this

    If I had died I’d be dead or if things are actually how humans say they are

    Haha

    I’d be with him and probably know all the words.

    I’m sorry it didn’t make anything better

    But we’ve been over why

    I don’t think you would have ever shown me your music if you knew what it does to me

    And that’s sad because you were brilliant

    And the blackhole you left

    Left left left

    It’s pretty

    But it’s no you.

    Chester,

    Are celebrities pets?

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  • No but I’m not crying because I didn’t want to wake up

    Mike startled me with Chester

    Or Chester startled me

    Either which way regardless

    Yes I do cross the line

    I mean the days

    Or you know, we already did this around this then time.

    It’s like you think I’ll stop staring down the sun if you don’t remind me I’m always doing so

    I’m sorry

    I’m sorry you know I do this

    Music is always slightly tainted by a bitch in rags because a bitch invented music and then traded music to another bitch because cows are delicious.

    I never know who I’m yelling at

    Thank you for coming to see us

    Thank you for being a part of the moment in that it couldn’t have happened without you

    I like guitars but there’s a reason

    I like when they’re not yelling at me though

    I know though

    I hear it in the lines

    I know.

    I love you,

    But you’re already gone.

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  • Close encounter was already had earlier when you were suddenly already in my fucking face

    And then hair petting

    Like okay boy

    Take it personally that you’re tiny in comparison to the fire and fucking

    Whatever that was, it was,

    Invasive

    Go away

    Saturn how often do you see me

    I can see you whenever I want

    Of course

    But it’s with honey and I don’t feel like I’m sounding like a toddler asking too many questions Frederick so shut the fuck up for a second with the

    Revolutionary bullshit.

    I already don’t enjoy life so unless you’re going to bring a face with that immanence

    Do you think I could call him over here

    Here large rock flying through space

    He’d be about that size and we’d all be dead!

    New moon

    New moon

    New moon 2019!!! Woot woot insincere excitement Woohoo!!!

    I just want to know

    Where I went wrong, trying to go back to the beginning through different rabbit holes over and over again

    Where they went wrong?

    Talking.

    They never should have learnt.

    Just like every other pawn in history

    Bede

    Aw

    Sweet Bede

    How many meanings does it hold?

    Why what?

    Why what?

    Yes thump thump invasive whisper thoughts thump thump

    Why can’t I hope he was just some dumbass who actually thought that this was going to help anybody

    Just like every other great dumbass

    I mean Saint did you hear me say Saint?

    Eh

    It’s just such an ugly word

    You got rapists and murderers all over it I’d rather wax poetic

    About how it would be so great if they were literally

    All just one fucking dumb ass being like

    Hey guys I really want to help people

    I may be of below or average intelligence but I have good intentions

    And sixty odd other people who are just assholes, not dumb asses

    Asses are fucking adorable okay? I had a friend I named Donkey once because that’s how babies name things

    They’re like tall longer nosed puppies.

    Assholes on the other hand co opt the story to make it so that they can get ahead in life without any consideration for how it will affect anyone ever except perhaps their lineage

    God’s’z’esses

    Oh hell yes keyboard rememberer to the rescue

    By the way it’s pronounced “God” so every time I use the word IRL

    Like out there I’m really refering to the mass and not the minus

    Oops.

    You saw a blackhole?

    I fucking jump in those so

    You don’t need to tell me I’ve been hearing about it for a year

    Whatever it is just travels faster than light I guess

    Good luck science

    Aka saez.

    I’m so sorry

    I’m making a reference to a reference in a reference

    I’m quoting a very old Hatsune Miku cover of Still Alive that once had a lyric video

    Er

    Um

    Which was fondly titled

    Steal a Lamp

    Because,

    Well,

    Poetry rule break

    Holy shit it’s making outside contact

    https://youtu.be/_12b6Om758Q

    What ever.

    Steal a Lamp is a far away place where all your dreams come true because you have no fucking clue what she’s saying but it still makes sense.

    I once got 100% vocals on Still Alive on Rockband singing Steal a Lamp instead and that’s because Rockband can only tell you that you hit notes good

    Not that you sound good

    I don’t even know what I’m thinking about anymore

    But every day I wake up and cry because I woke up

    Every night I cry because I know I’ll have to wake up the next day and do this same thing all over again

    And I’m so tired so

    Gang vocals 101

    A simple reflection

    Even without the fun

    Still sounds like the first one

    Somehow it still makes sense and I don’t know why

    I don’t care

    I love it

    This is what it feels like

    It’s a reference to a mashup because if there is one

    It won’t be a shock because that’s what he does and that’s why I love him because when I went through those

    Mashup only

    Stages where only the complexity that the song brought about could keep me sound

    Trench always went in the hole too

    So of course I love that aspect of his design as an artist

    Because in taking all those pieces of themselves and overlapping them and juxtaposing them with eachother it’s just another one of the same beautiful story that is

    The tapestry that story and song and lyric creates in you when it pulls from so many different places at once

    So probably

    If there was literally anyone else who could do that well

    I’d like their music but

    Marianas Trench is as one of a kind as Hedley wasn’t in a lot of ways but

    I don’t know what why I’m answering

    Discombobulated

    I fucking love that word because Bob is exactly six letters deep on either side and if he wasn’t there it looks like a word that could be a word

    But isn’t.

    But discombobulated is a word

    Thank you English language

    Bede this is why

    What was that you were saying about, what was it,

    The holiness of the collection of the

    Five

    (This is what we in the business call “a lie”)

    Languages on the British isle?

    This is what it is now.

    So…

    Hmm that’s unfortunate.

    I think I just got told to stop harassing the prisoners?

    Fair enough.

    If that’s how you feel about dumbasses I suppose.

    I never live very long but I am

    Besides they’re dead so

    I can say whatever I want and also

    I almost was one so-

    I am one so-so one was almost I

    Showing them mercy would just make me wonder why I’m not due

    Something

    I don’t care much for knowing I’m just like they are

    I’m smart enough to know it

    But not smart enough to change it

    Or know what I know even

    How is that?

    Like filling a cup to its absolute point

    So here we are writing the words of wanting something to just make it better and

    I’m either never going to be heard of

    Because I’m poor unlike rich boy over here

    Because I die

    Because I’m not good enough

    Because circumstances go on and on and on and

    Because no one’s listening

    Or

    I will be heard of and in a few hundred years they’ll be looking back on me like “wow that person got fucked over by people who wanted fame and fortune”

    Because history repeats itself

    Pointless repetition is the definition of insanity (it’s a quote I’m bastardising)

    And I’m not smarter than any of them.

    Nor am I more capable to decide what a large group of humans should behave like in the future

    Because that shit drives me bat shit crazy

    You get the one guy who actually wants to help people

    And then all the wasps that swarm him.

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  • And you are my shelter and I wish I could save you

    And I appreciate that you are always somehow my shelter even though I don’t understand why

    You keep me dry from the rain and you make me smile when all I feel is pain and

    But

    Has you ever seen a shelter animal?

    I want to find my forever home be it one that moves or one that stays or one that travels the world or just doesn’t always stay still

    At least it would be…

    A home, right? Like even the imperfections would-be

    Imperfections

    Wouldn’t a home be better than a shelter and I know that sounds stupid like you have a house so you have a home but

    I’m selfish

    And I wish you were here.

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  • For instance no matter how separate we are, you’re always in my mind.

    I close my eyes and there you are.

    But even trying to send those warm thoughts to you, they somehow just wander.

    You are there.

    And I am here.

    There wasn’t any reason I wanted to see you,

    But to you two,

    God bless.

    You can’t catch the dreams you chase even if you need them,

    So you like a big dream?

    It’s a completely uncertain percentage.

    I’m just searching for a place for me

    In this darkness forever

    I know there’s no world without pain

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  • How could I possibly clarify when nothing is clear in the

    Inclarity of it all

    Malady unrefining the meaning of the words in the simplest senses

    You could not bring clarity beyond the clear truth of me being unworthy

    As to him

    And all before them

    A world of lies lived through trying to try to think everyone has a good to them

    That just doesn’t come to me

    Whatever I did to deserve this

    There’s no clarity so how could I be clear and make things concrete

    Nothing is ever clear

    It’s dare.

    This is just how my life is.

    I dare you to try try again and fail every time and never fucking once realise you were the problem

    Or know how to fix it

    Is that clear enough?

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