Poetry

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

  • First it comes on quiet

    First it comes in

    First it comes on

    First it comes

    It

    First it

    Did you hear that?

    Did you see that?

    Did you notice that?

    Bang

    Crash

    He’s mad at me

    He’s mad at me and I can’t fix it he scares me

    At least he doesn’t touch me anymore

    He’s banging things and not talking to me and yelling loudly beside my head like I’m not there

    He’s

    Did you see what daddy dear got?

    I don’t want it

    $100

    The front of the card said daughter

    Child

    And he’s the only one who got it right

    But

    If you don’t call him now you’ll be the bad guy

    He tells me things like how my name was after an affair

    He’s paranoid

    But there was a guy named Ashleigh

    But he tells me things like

    I’m so sick and it’s all because of

    Brothers

    Mother

    Money

    Why can’t you fix it?

    Because I’m worthless

    You’re worth at least $100

    One hundred dollars isn’t going to make all the pain go away

    He never talks about his life only other people who’ve ruined his life

    My mind goes

    You may be over reacting

    My mind goes

    Maybe he’s just like that and due to your mental health state

    Province

    Location

    Where is my mental health?

    Like in my brain?

    Like inside me?

    My mental health

    Not how I pretend it is with others?

    I don’t know

    I lost it right around

    If I did have a The One

    He

    They

    Would be

    On a different planet

    In a different solar system

    In a different time

    Calling out for me

    Where he’s already gone

    And all I have is the echo

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  • He gave me $100

    He gave me one hundred dollars

    Yeah that’ll fix it

    Throw money at it

    Don’t acknowledge your behaviour throw money at it

    Try to prove to yourself how much of an ungrateful child I am because I always take your money when you won’t stop

    Act as if it must have been something you did last year and not somethings you did you did you did

    Just throw money at it

    I wish you could understand

    I wish you could understand that if I did say it I will kill myself because I have no memory and I couldn’t live knowing I did

    But I wish you could understand

    Why I needed an answer

    Why I needed a reason

    Why I searched and searched and dug and dug and swam until I couldn’t keep my head above the waves they were all drowning in

    What love does optimism cost but love?

    No you fucking tell me this I have no answers

    I have no reasons

    I have no point

    They’re all leaving

    They won’t stay around here

    Do you know how long I stayed around here

    Afraid they might need me?

    Merry Christmas

    Good luck and goodbye

    Saturn’s hands are on her neck

    I know

    I say to the faceless man

    I know

    That’s a fact of life

    And it’s beautiful

    It is in the moment the last air leaves the moment

    That the creature sees all the memories cherished by those who loved them

    All the memories tainted by the face within

    I wish you could understand where and why we drop it

    My cat is going to die

    And I’m going to miss her

    But because my rage is blind and my pain is

    Familiar

    Enough to ignore I can see all these stories of her life and I’ve loved watching her life

    Because her life is real and I’m going to miss her but

    Damn it

    She’s so upset about being old.

    Sometimes she sits at the top of the stairs and waits to smack you

    Well, she used to

    One time she left a very large bite on my hand but I was being stupid and definitely deserved it

    The scar will be a treasured memory of my treasure

    Silver

    I will always always

    Be thankful for the time I’ve been granted with you

    And you will always be the best lie I ever told

    Also I finally caught up in math after that one year I did literally on a calculator to fake my mark so I could have you

    It’s timely, you are beautiful

    I wish he could understand

    Very strange ways come from

    Alone alone alone

    This is my culture

    These these

    Strange things I wanted an answer for

    So Call Me Maybe came on

    Not once

    But

    twice

    1. Rockband (fine I used to love this song and I play rockband still because I can perform)

    2. Little brother puts on exact episode of Brooklyn Nine Nine that has that song

    I wished that it would never be played anywhere again on planet earth

    It’s a Christmas Wish

    Get on it.

    Maybe by then you’ll have fucking told me who I’m supposed to be calling.

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  • So this is Christmas

    And what the fuck?

    This year has been fucked.

    It’s still fucked.

    Merry Christmas

    There’s no happy holiday seasonal greeting that could fix what has happened

    You’re haunting me eternally and I never got what I wanted or needed or asked for or

    Anything

    Sigh

    Assuming I ever deserved anything close

    I dreamt of the owl

    And him

    But ever since Vancouver when you popped up and I (witnesses) yelled

    Go away

    You haven’t been in a dream

    I suppose that’s how it goes

    Does Netflix ruin your day like it does mine?

    I don’t hate you

    I’m angry at you and I’m hurt by my own stupid actions and watching you trying to make me feel more crazy

    What a mess

    So it’s Christmas

    But it’s just another day of the same

    It’s just another day

    Boy said he was born around mid-spring, early summer.

    But that’s not something you can prove

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  • Follow me slowly

    I yelled at you and I wasn’t wrong

    Follow me slowly

    Your song came and it doesn’t feel like you’re mad at me so you don’t know or you don’t care

    Or both

    As always

    I’m sleeping with the pain

    No see usually all the words that hurt hurt more

    Why are you safe?

    I always I ask that to myself

    I skip Michael

    I cry at Trench

    I flinch at the Park

    Why are you safe?

    Somehow somehow

    It hurts and I’m sick and I’m tired and

    You’re always safe and I don’t even know why

    I’m sorry this never ends

    I miss you

    I see you everywhere

    But when I see you now I don’t want to cry

    Do with it what you will

    Do with it what you will

    Slowly slowly

    The rabbit scares easily

    And the cat is afraid already

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  • I don’t know I feel like parting the sky isn’t as cool as parting the ocean

    Sea

    Cataclysmic bullshit

    Be nice Mr. Apparition

    Twisted sideways look

    And I thought Catholics were self flagellating

    Sometimes for sexual gratification

    Uproarious laughter

    My brain feels like tiny ping-pong balls have been shooting through it all day

    I keep throwing up

    Everyone keeps joking I’m pregnant

    Remember when

    I want to see the moon before I go hide away

    I’m so tired

    I don’t want anything but

    Karma’s just so easy to see

    I know I was mean

    This is my punishment

    Thump thump

    Remember when this was shooting the moon?

    If we could stop that again I wouldn’t mind it

    Vertigo

    In thrums like waves like

    ドキン

    Theres no matching effect

    It’s funny our word for it is better

    Onomatopoeia

    Their onomatopoeia are better than ours by far

    No hyperbole

    Dizzy spinning

    The stars are brightly shining

    Is it gonna snow if I don’t coax the clouds away?

    If I’m good will it snow now?

    That’d be nice

    Someone has to top him cumming twice for Christmas presents this year just saying.

    It’d be nice if I could see him tonight though

    I know I can’t have anyone real

    I’m sorry

    I know I can’t have anyone who’s on this planet who doesn’t call me from above somewhere

    I am just a stupid human we don’t possess outer awareness yet I’m sorry

    I wish I could see him

    I wish he could hear my love for him

    I love you

    Somewhere out there

    Somewhere out there

    I love you

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  • Are you fucking foolish?

    I make my own fate

    Oh how cute of you you think

    You think

    You

    Out of every thing in this black fucking hole

    That you get to choose your

    Oh you fucking adorable idiot

    If the blackhole has a predictable beginning and end

    That means everything within it

    Was decided

    The second those two things were

    And who knows any of that

    Fuck

    But fate?

    Hah!

    Dreaming by Fleetwood Mac followed by Dreamings’s for Sleeping by

    Fuck off

    Wait he’s back so I’m going to cry for a second

    I wish I’d died but this dick is here

    I hear he’s a real fucking cunt.

    Hoot hoot

    Yeah I’m learning

    Oh it’s all so pretty

    But I asked for it so

    Haha.

    Fuck Fate.

    Fuck it.

    Kill it.

    Do something unfucking predictable for one fucking second

    God you’re both so completely unaffected and completely fucking awful people.

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