Poetry

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

  • It keeps on raining

    Instead of snowing

    It keeps on

    Does it mean it stop or start?

    Is the neverending inferred due to the instead of?

    Once it is added in does the mind realise it can’t be only raining and nothing else or what tells it that it hasn’t been raining continuously

    Instead of what it does

    If love is a fire then the sun is a ball of love

    Except he never shuts up about it and poor Mercury

    Tidally locked can’t stop hearing all about it

    At least she has an atmosphere but she’s

    Dripping

    In love

    Here it’s a bit washed out but it still takes the lights from the sky with it’s never ending love when we don’t look at it

    Time is funny that way

    I still just really don’t understand why

    But yes it’s hot and it burns and if you’re too close to it all it ever does it hurt

    I’d start fucking with people for fun too

    Poor Mercury

    I’m Mercian

    I went to Mercy first

    Sorry I missed two letters

    When once I found them

    I’m obsessed

    I can’t forget them like what are these?

    ねーヘルメスちょっとだけエンジョイして良い?

    Who went so far as to think that it never existed to the point that it does

    But they also insist

    They insist the sun

    They insist, the sun

    They insist the Sol

    They insist the love

    It can’t be great if it doesn’t help.

    Nothing makes sense anymore

    Anymore

    That’s not life?

    Then what is?

    And why am I not allowed to live it Bede

    Hmm?

    I think I find myself tiptoeing through percentages that

    It slips it slips

    The knot

    26

    74

    But you left someone behind so that means you’ve gone and become unsure again

    So I’m devouring myself in the most hilarious way really

    It’s all been done like

    How many “Rome”s have to roam before you all just go home and shut up?

    And bitch I’m still here!

    And I can untarnish silver with my bones and my amethyst so

    Bitch it was made by angels that descended from the people you think are demons you great God damn clod

    You poor baby

    I hope your god doesn’t damn you

    Mine are too fucking bored with us to give any.

    Whenever I remember that I have awhile before I start feeling guilty for looking at humanity this way

    But,

    What the fuck right?

    Humans are fucking weird babe,

    And this dude is one of them

    Those Saint things

    But he’s also uneducated and stupid by our standards

    So

    Is it that the intelligence or knowledge we hold now makes us smarter or not?

    Because this man was content to write as he did and damn and exclaim in the human way

    The worst damn way humans get shit done

    But not one god they just play in the existing

    And sometimes they’re fuckwits

    Because I’m also a fuckwit

    It was all over the place like

    Monkey see monkey do

    I really hope they don’t

    I think I’m better off dead,

    But that doesn’t change that I’m not so.

    Maybe the apathy is saving my life for now

    Cough cough

    Kiss kiss

    I have no ambitions

    I don’t really care what happens

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  • November check in

    November November November

    One when I was begging to be told not to

    The call came from outside

    One when I thought it couldn’t get worse

    When I wasn’t wrong

    Different worse the same worse

    November check in

    One

    Two

    Three

    Nineteen.

    I wish I was dead

    I wish I was dying

    I wish I was dead

    No change, doctor.

    November is out.

    Three for three

    Three four three

    Three hundred forty three

    Where the fort grows

    Can you blame me for not liking them?

    She giggled

    No

    Duh

    Spring keeps sprunging into my headset

    My snow songs haven’t come

    I only hear this liveliness that doesn’t suit me as much as the blue skies

    Love is war

    I can’t say to seventeen or sixteen

    Sixteen going on seventeen was like

    It’s terrible and my family hates me

    Haha———

    Twenty sixteen was like being sixteen in my twenties

    Which means it was hell

    And twenty seventeen was like

    Maybe things could go right

    Sure, right, yeah

    So twenty eighteen

    Is gone

    Because eighteen was gone so what’s 19 going to be like?

    It’s a fucking circle for a reason I guess

    God’s’z’esses?

    Seem to like them

    No seriously space is marbles and glitter.

    Marbles and glitter

    With some holes to hit the balls into

    This is a really slow game of golf

    Regardless

    I don’t remember 19 either

    I’m not ready or willing

    But time will tell

    And it always does

    In any series of unfortunate events

    Also known as

    Any life.

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  • I keep thinking I will regret the day I have to apologise for feeling like this not because I feel better but because

    Someone thinks I’m trying to fight them when I’m fighting the world around me

    I slowly go insane in the inane

    The pain

    The quiet

    The it’s here it’s gone

    A moment I’ll remember

    That isn’t some suggested bullshit

    Something real

    Something that means something instead of watching my cognition stitch together days because there has to be.

    A reason?

    But the moment when I go above it all and I just need to be free of all this

    Be able to feel like I can exist without needles in my palms

    I’ve probably forgotten something stupid and there’s a reason someone should be mad at me when I’m just writing this

    Stupid

    Neverending

    Reel

    Every once in a while

    Just so. I can see, that everything doesn’t always just exist inside me

    While this nightmare plays.

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  • Oh my god, Jesus, just let me

    Just let me bend over with laughter at your expense for a moment

    Baby I’m sorry

    You fucked up and then there’s just so many

    Oh they’re so cute

    They’re so cute in retrospect

    Good intentions

    He wanted all these people who had been warring for centuries to get along because

    Jezzuz

    There are just so many things

    How is someone at fault for having not known about something apparently pertaining to an all knowing God like

    Sorry Cheryl your kingdom deserved to be conquered because these guys knew about

    Jesus?

    A mouthful of commandments?

    And just didn’t tell you

    Seems just and fair to me

    No but the holy land is really

    Really

    Oy Vey…

    See what I did there but I’m not making fun of them because they’re in the thick of it they can’t see

    Mesopotamia

    Like as in it was pretty great there for a while

    Circa later on

    So now this is the holy manifest destiny

    They got it wrong last time but the scripture is sacred?

    What?

    Well we’ll just tweak it to be relative to us

    Theory of relativity

    Why it just can’t sit still

    Like a cold

    It’s always slightly different when you get it but you know it’s the same shit with a different set of the same but slightly different symptoms

    I called Christianity new

    Circa 600

    Mercians

    The fucking Greeks live here? What’s Hermes doing in England?

    Riding the boundary.

    Why are you still here?

    I thought Christianity said you were a very bad boy why are you in England?

    「何でだろう?」

    I don’t know, fuck face, you answer the questions here I’m playing twenty

    Jesus would have chilled to the fact that I’m harmless and tired of humanity’s bullshit

    Like

    A Christmas Carol helped

    Form British mindsets

    Are you sure?

    This really just seems like the same thing

    I want to be special

    I wish I was special

    May your silence count as a coin towards the ferry man.

    Humans.

    Why?

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  • So here we are our dastardly deeps

    Doo op Doo op

    Wop wop wop

    Just follow me down to it soothing

    Just follow me down and through it something

    Don’t stop sliding

    Bereaving sour

    Hold on down

    When you feel like letting go down

    Leaning out a cop car laughing down

    Fuck it down

    And あい 愛

    ねーこの街が

    그위에나는놈

    Baby baby

    You know what I’m saying?

    Will always love you it gets me so

    Where are you going? Don’t go back up

    Time only goes one way

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  • It must have been an inbetween but I hear it and I wonder if you were feeling well

    No because if you don’t write it down then can it come back?

    But also you always sing it so rough

    Your poor vocal cords

    It’s just going to be something

    Can I say I hope?

    Can I say I hope for something?

    He says thank you at the end like he’s surprised they loved it

    He was so cute

    All the flitting and floating

    He needs to chill the fuck out for a bit so that my trees stop waking up and the robins stop coming back

    The flowers never stopped blooming

    Isn’t that weird?

    Obviously it’s not his fault

    She’s on fire

    We’re cooking her alive

    So it looks pretty like the most beautiful things are always poisoned

    Unfortunately, you’re the only one I can tell at because I don’t have anyone here I can tell at

    And I can’t fix it

    So sorry sun sometimes

    Sometimes you’re a dick

    Could you come over here for a second so I can suck on it please?

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