Poetry

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

  • Well relatively not great

    But better than you

    I mean I have to worry constantly about money but relatively to you

    In relativity I suppose

    In relativity to you

    She doesn’t haunt me anymore

    My god she scares me I am afraid of her

    She’s been gone and I hope she’s well and she forgot all about me because honey

    My god I can hear blah blah blah but if things work out

    You know the saying

    So many fucking secrets and I’m afraid to say anything so really

    Honestly

    Whatever man she has her entirely wrong story and I just don’t want to deal with that

    Vomit chunk of my life anymore so

    Have fun

    Time’s up time’s up

    Funny?

    Retroactively

    Relativity

    It has to exist somewhere

    How else could it have existed

    Maybe I’ll write it all out pretending I have any control over what happensed

    New word needed it

    I make them.

    And I don’t fucking need you to do it.

    Those stars I’m yelling at don’t care if I’m yelling at them they have other things to do

    I’m yelling at history

    In a way

    Well

    Relatively speaking

    In relation to what I am looking at and where I am looking I’m yelling at circa 300 b.c. but also 1984 and 1978

    In lights so

    Really I’m just damn good at yelling at time

    So good

    Time is always

    Involved

    Haha

    Relativity

    It’s all so big, isn’t it?

    And then you look out there and just for a moment all at once you see before and you see what beforer saw and you paint your way and think about how

    You’ll never see the sky those ancients, those classics, say,

    Felt

    Do you feel what you don’t see

    Now that seems strange

    But if all matter is just a missmash like woops we fell into the same…?

    Light bulb? Thing?

    Woops now we’re a planet let’s assume some shit

    Well I’m a plant now

    Like

    Relativity

    Shouldn’t all my matter that was ever matter to for of with someone else’s or something or like

    Whatever the universe is just

    Always long to be a part of everything else in the universe and if that is true

    Why the fuck did this mess that is me end up as a fucking human

    Instead of a rock or some shit

    God damn we are worrying about

    Relativity is like

    If I had a theory about relativeness I’d want to call it relativity so

    Relativity is like that at this moment I’m typing on a phone people are dying people are starving animals are suffering the world is dying but the planets are turning and the sun just stays there and we roll around in its gravity ring shit (lol Saturn’s rings are dying y’all Mercury is gonna go live on the sun things that will happen but we won’t see but we know they’ll happen for some reason even though it will literally help anyone never) but outside that there’s like

    Sixty billion other stars doing the same shit with some rocks and some glitter and shit and they

    They are doing the same shit all these rocks are doing around a fucking black hole

    And all those black holes are just fucking

    Spinning around in ?¿‽¿¿¡??№₱‡ world which ends?¿!

    And those black holes get busy sometimes

    Suns as STDs #2019exceptnotintheuniverseonlyonearth

    So we’re literally

    Literally

    We’re on a fucking highway to hell.

    The fastest ride in the universe

    Except it’s twelve merry-go-rounds deep and it takes

    Billions of licks to reach the centre so

    Why the fuck bother?

    Because thinking about all of that shit

    Is so much easier

    Than thinking about my life

    So you have less friends

    Fewer except also

    You know

    Sims

    Relationships

    In relativity to you

    I’m way worse off

    But on the bright side

    I have somewhere to live.

    And I can fill the silence with our quick rendition of

    Universe 101.

    On repeat since right around 6:00pm on the 6th of January

    Or whatever

    Lunar eclipse

    I’m bored

    Whatever whenever wherever

    Or maybe a part of me somewhere still believes

    That any of this entire

    Literally

    The entire universe

    Makes sense.

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  • Oh no

    It’s back

    The twitch

    Pluto is louder during the new years

    Solar

    Lunar

    She’s loud

    Because time is on everyone’s minds

    You’re ruining my metaphor stop Pluto is time

    I don’t know why

    Shut up

    I’m mostly immune

    I have no connection to anything

    This is like giving up everything at once all at once

    But not

    Putting it in pause so I’m older and wiser when it comes back and it’ll be like

    AHH Oh right that trauma I blocked out x number of years ago that happened

    Silly me

    Good thing it happened a long time ago and can’t change it

    Wouldn’t that be loverly

    Loverly

    Toogeda toodawy

    The earth show man has the same speech pattern as the bride princess bride movie

    This stupid background music sounds like Everywhere

    P

    I’m just explaining

    I am so tired.

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  • The next little while will be difficult

    I was so sure

    I don’t know why I was so sure

    I don’t remember what led to it started it why

    Time’s up

    Hit my head so squarely why it felt like

    Now or never

    Why it felt like I wasn’t the only one that I was behind that everyone knew and I was slow

    Like

    Someone was waiting for something

    Who what when where why

    I don’t know why

    If only I could wake up and have it be then I would try to get a start early I’d leave him out of it because I still worry I hurt him

    Even when I’m doing things that would hurt him

    I wish I could make his life better by never having been in it

    I

    Don’t know what tomorrow could possibly be good for or the next or the day after

    And I’m still invisible

    No one ever

    I don’t know how I’m supposed to go from here everyone is slowly disappearing

    First it was Piche

    Then it was Amber

    Now it’s Lewis

    Without them what is the point of my last name it doesn’t have any meaning without them

    They won’t meet up I know how things go

    You go and never say

    Hello

    Again

    Goodbye all the people who used to exist

    Now they exist elsewhere

    I was so certain

    So certain that everything was going to be right

    Why?

    Why?

    And the pain was ignore-able

    And I felt

    Happy and safe and I felt paranoid as hell

    But I had good reason

    I still don’t understand what she meant by password

    I don’t understand what was happening

    What happened

    I don’t understand

    I thought we were going to finished this year hand in hand

    Knowing we’d at least tried to start something right

    At least we’d tried

    Regardless of what comes

    Just a glance at eachother and at least that moment would exist

    And we would be together

    I thought

    I thought you’d have rung by now

    I thought you’d have called around

    I thought you’d have come round

    I thought you’d have seen me

    I just wanted to be seen

    Really seen

    By someone this year

    And the person who got closest is up island on a ferry living his dream wishing I’d never message him again

    And the person I wanted to see me is on the other side of the fault line

    If he knows I exist he is trying to break me. He’s trying to drive me insane. He’s trying to hurt me and I don’t know why.

    Or

    I’m invisible

    And I don’t know how it happened

    I wish I hadn’t lived to see the day I was twenty seven

    Now it looks like I’m going to be forced to see the day I’m twenty eight years old

    I wish I didn’t have to

    I wish this year had never happened

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  • I don’t know what to say

    Back to day one and not a moment goes by when I don’t want

    Don’t want to wonder why he’s still not here

    Doesn’t even acknowledge my existence

    It would almost be easier for him to hate me

    At least I’d be seen

    It would almost be easier for him to turn them on me

    At least I’d know I’m real

    One year later and there is an irony

    After all I’m sick again

    Just like I was sick last year

    The year before

    Next year what happens happens but he never called

    He never came

    Never

    Oh you poor thing as time exists I know there is a me about to begin

    This horrid trap of a year

    At least his year was better than mine

    At least he got to do something

    At least he got to go places

    Even though I

    Wish I could look back on this year as a positive

    I have somewhere that is a home

    If only he’d seen me and liked what he saw

    But it’s over now

    One more short chapter of nothing to enter in to the

    Searching for a family the family disappeared as the friends went farther away and everything I reached for

    Was out of reach so

    What was the point of this eternity of pain and sadness and loneliness and I know it won’t get better

    It doesn’t get better

    They always say it gets better

    But Jake is still in jail

    No but he may as well be

    Josh still acts like I don’t exist when all I needed was a friend

    Even though I loved him

    He ignored me

    So why does all this exist when I can’t do anything and they don’t want me?

    What was the point?

    Someone’s going to yell

    Happy New Year

    But what are the chances?

    What are the chances?

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  • It’s the day of the sun that I hid away from

    Nothing feels right

    But do I bid him goodnight when

    Well goodnight sun

    I’m ill and I could have prevented it but time keeps slipping

    And every moment feels like an eternity but then time has gone by without my knowledge

    Such strange places to be where time flies and stands still in the same constant moment

    Today tomorrow two days from now it’s as if I’m trapped in this void of

    Concealing how sick I am and then spending every day not working as if I’m unable to get up

    But I can’t

    If only there was a way to break this cycle

    Instead I lie here with nothing to fight with and I wonder

    Where are you?

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  • My tongue feels too large stuck in my throat

    It’s just so easy

    Like I’m never even here and I wonder when

    I wonder if he saw it

    Way back then but it wasn’t like

    No I understand

    So low

    If that’s an unforgivable thing to have done perhaps I’m always going to be the wrong one

    Pretty as a painting

    Said the prince

    Needs more words

    Needs better words

    Don’t because it hurts and I don’t want to

    I just appeared out of nowhere and then said everything and nothing

    I guess it just never was enough or good enough

    Or

    I have a fever.

    I’ll never be able to be as good as them in his eye and it hurts me

    Breaks me, I

    Famous poets….

    Certainly not I so far from me and yet I see do you see what I see?

    He’s an asshole

    I swear he is

    Just…

    Just look at him

    It’s like I’m not even here.

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