Poetry

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

  • Plan B failed spectacularly.

    Try everything for plan A.

    Fail plan A

    Fail to see how obvious it was that plan A was never going to happen

    His plan A starts with an A.

    Plan B,

    Hold on tight and try to find a meaning in what’s left

    Wolf is left

    He’s all that’s left

    I don’t think he deserves the name anymore

    But yes, he’s all that’s left

    And I will treasure every second

    Did you know that treasuring every second doesn’t make it better it makes it worse?

    When you have nothing left and no one left and none of it’s going to make sense if you try to explain so hide it but

    Plan C-Z

    See to zed.

    Sea to zed.

    It doesn’t matter.

    It doesn’t matter

    Because they’re all the same

    Live life half dead until the end.

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  • I’m alone

    I’m alone and I’m scared

    And there’s no one to turn to

    And if I ignore him his name pops up

    Or his music pops up

    And if I pay attention these things happen

    These things I can’t explain they happen and they don’t go away

    Because if I ignore him he pops up

    And then I’m paying attention

    I’ve had enough

    I’ve had enough

    My god

    Who fucking ever

    I’ve had enough please please just

    Set me free

    Please

    I have nowhere to look

    I have nowhere to go

    I can’t do this all alone

    I don’t know why you make me do this alone

    I try

    I tried.

    It’s fine.

    I’m up.

    Alone

    Not quite

    Oh well.

    Weird shit happened.

    Here’s the fun part,

    Here’s where we will get stuck,

    We said Mexico days ago because we kept feeling like Mexico and Feather went first and someone always precedes them.

    Did he then hastily book a trip to Mexico trying to get away from Vancouver?

    Probably not.

    That sounds stupid and irrational

    But the alternative

    That alternative

    That one that’s just been getting worse

    And worse

    And worse

    Started with him.

    And we don’t know why.

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  • Hello, how are you?

    It’s nice to meet you,

    I know how far you’ll fall.

    You look around you, at all the people,

    You just don’t see at all.

    I have a favour,

    It’s just one favour.

    I have a favour,

    Could you get out of my head?

    I don’t need to think about that time and place,

    Oh, all the things I’ve said.

    Could you get out of my head?

    I’m dreaming of you, you’re so invasive.

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  • I miss kissing you

    I miss having someone to kiss

    I miss the feeling of being pulled to you

    How you stole my breath

    You thought I was nervous

    I just hadn’t been touched in so long

    The moment our skin touched for the first time in weeks was the moment I touched someone for the first time in weeks

    I miss having someone to talk to

    I miss having anyone to talk to

    I miss trying to talk you into wanting me

    I miss trying to tell myself every little thing meant nothing while every thing meant everything to me

    And I have no one left now

    No one like you

    I miss having you temporarily

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  • Changing reality is not hard.

    Hear a lie, treat it as truth, even though you know they’re lying to you.

    Alter your past to fit the lie

    If you challenge it they will leave

    That’s why

    Overlook every story and tale that doesn’t quite fit.

    Don’t question hyperbole, don’t question it.

    Even if you were there,

    You lived it,

    Alter just in case

    Cut out the truth, put the lies in its place

    Especially if it makes you look worse than the truth would say

    Because I just don’t want anyone to go away

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  • Is it ironic that he’s my Plan B?

    The sirens wail.

    Off into the distance where no sound is carried a red that can’t be compared.

    Somewhere far away where every day is silent.

    Except the wind. The sand whipping.

    I already miss you

    The rain makes it harder you are there but I can’t see you and

    Did you know a lack of object permanence signifies a lack of appropriate nurture between the ages of 2 and 8?

    During that time you were supposed to learn that those who leave come back and exist outside your field of consciousness.

    Did you?

    I didn’t

    Entering the space where

    So fucking much

    Is going on around me just so far away

    Just do

    Do do do do do

    Do do do do

    It looks like it should say doh as in a deer a female deer.

    If there was a place I could find where all the thoughts just

    Came but there was someone to hide in to keep them at bay and say

    At least I have one person, you haven’t beat away from me yet

    But I’m at zero

    Not at one

    And I can’t do this again.

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