Poetry

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

  • He’s all I have left

    All I have left all I truly feel

    Like myself with

    There’s no

    There’s no one to talk to I want to rip off my skin

    THERE’S NO ONE TO TALK TO I WANT TO RIP OFF MY FUCKING SKIN

    People who I don’t have to always hear about their best friend who isn’t fucking me

    Or their lover who isn’t fucking me or someone else who THANK THE FUCKING LORD ISNT ME

    I want to cut myself and I can’t fucking sleep and I don’t even have the drugs to put me to sleep and I don’t want to sleep because that means FUCKING TOMORROW IS HERE

    AND I DON’T WANT ANYMORE FUCKING TOMORROWS

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  • Get over it so that I can know it won’t hurt forever

    Get over it so that I can stop feeling like I’ll feel this way in two shattered directions

    What a fucking liar

    He says he’ll message me when he feels better

    No one ever comes back

    Not really

    I can pout about it and be hungry and be drunk

    Or I can pout about it be exhausted but be fed and be drunk

    I don’t want to talk about

    I’m so tired of falling to pieces

    Such exhaustion is in a silent box unheard and never seen no one ever believes me

    No one has ever seen my worst day

    So far away…

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  • The purple is all knotted up in the orange and the black

    Help help help

    How am I to untangle this?

    There’s nothing else I can do I tried everything else

    It’s still tangled and the purple has been doing back flips

    Even I can’t

    Do enough back flips to untangle this years

    Too crazy

    I don’t like to be alone at night

    What?

    Ooooh

    The angry green kid?

    I’m a fucking arsonist

    I know I’ll never burn or learn next

    Oh there’s the tricks

    Oh yes I’m always the same with drugs

    Drugs are great

    I can still write when I’m drugged

    Oh Holy fuck I love this eighties one

    Hello far away

    I can hear you

    Yes

    Trapped within the light

    We scream to eachother in the night

    Even if it’s not there the compass will fix it

    Screaming into the messenger

    I’m going to become the one on the outside of the whirlpool and leave

    You can still leave

    Yes I meant it when I said I love you

    Pink?

    I could be you

    I know you’re not really pink

    Because you are illuminated by the lights in the darkness

    He’s not strong enough to see you

    Spinning whirling

    Every year is one thousand years?

    You’ll end up being Pluto no matter what how do you feel?

    After all

    The distance is what

    Makes the heart want.

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  • The floor she is wet

    Step outside

    The floor she is still wet

    I thought the floor was a he!

    The floor he? I think it’s he.

    French!

    The floor

    地上

    Chinese stop being so reasonable

    Above the ground. How dare you be accurate.

    The floor is a he

    Le

    Not la

    Or Les

    Imagine, floor being les.

    Plural floor.

    Or

    Lesbian floors?

    No no

    Not the floors of Lesbos.

    My mind runs too fast to be caught.

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  • Love electrocuted the sun

    So

    Death wandered the earth on fire

    And then

    The tides rose and fell three times and lightning fell again

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  • Tick tick tick

    At least it’s free

    Tick tick tick

    I guess that’s a plus

    Tick tick tick

    I still don’t want to be here

    Tick tick tick

    Every day with hope the light will find me at last

    It’s doesn’t even hurt

    I really want to pull it apart

    It’s half past nine

    I lost all control

    It doesn’t matter if I need anyone

    It doesn’t matter because no one is coming

    And I’m always all alone

    And needing you now never worked

    So who cares if I don’t even like your music anymore or if I don’t have anything to hold onto thus forth

    Who cares

    What about love don’t you want someone to care about you

    I did, I flinch as the radio takes pieces of me

    What this proves is that it doesn’t matter what I want

    Or need

    And so

    I don’t care

    I wish I had died today

    I wish I could die tomorrow

    I wish I could be killed in some way

    I’m so tired of being disappointed

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