Poetry

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

  • I don’t know why

    But I thought I saw you

    And it just feels the same as it did then

    Like if only

    Like if only we could just

    Too much

    Too much to expect

    I don’t want to go back to being some love sick disgusting person

    It’s not worth it

    It makes me look foolish

    There is no way to you

    Like how I miss the sound of your voice

    And how I miss your

    I shouldn’t know what your hands look like but I love hands and your hands are my favourite

    I miss your hands.

    Every time I think I’ve got away

    I’m back to him again

    Like I have no control of it

    Yearning silently

    And I still don’t know why.

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  • No one’s fucking coming

    Don’t get your head knotted

    You have the sun the rocks and the other suns

    I don’t believe anyone loves me

    Because whenever I fall down,

    When I finally get back up

    There’s no one to be seen

    Love, I’m sorry, but I’m glad you’re safe

    Not that you’ll ever hear me in this space.

    No one ever hears me

    Even beating a sound seems like sin

    A prayer for the fallen and reminders

    But there’s more

    Because that’s just how Coyote thinks

    If no one here will play with me

    Or help me get up

    Or wait until I get up

    I’m going to play with my rocks

    And listen to what they say

    Because they’re the only ones who care

    In each different way

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  • You’re pretty and perfect and I know I’m just not

    You’re beautiful when you scowl gorgeous when you pout

    When you frown

    When you’re thinking

    When you’re playing a part

    When you’re tired from working

    When you’re down when you’re not

    You have such beauty within you I cannot speak I am not worthy of it though I used to think

    Used to think

    And it’s playing off key now you see because it started without pain and then that’s all there was

    How can I keep doing this if I hate every word?

    Yet here I am. I am here. Wherever here is anymore.

    At least I can say I couldn’t do it alone

    The drugs are good

    So much thinking is gone.

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  • I wish I could know someone who loves me as I am

    Who sees every break for what it is

    A cry for help to be saved from the past

    But I don’t know that person yet.

    Because no one knows me and those that do I’m afraid

    They say what they say but I still have to put on a mask

    Something to cover up my less desirable parts

    But I don’t think there’s a person like it

    The clock keeps ticking and I haven’t found anyone who loves me and understands

    And accepts me for who I am

    Who knows even when I don’t know

    But I don’t know

    I don’t believe I will.

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  • Apparently we’re not talking

    Always wonder what I’ve done

    If we’re arguing and you set then the sun sets but you don’t set

    Set

    Please don’t be upset I just keep getting ruined by the music

    What are you so nervous and angry about?

    I hope when I see you tomorrow you’re feeling better

    The rose coloured sunset was prettier

    That doesn’t mean you’re less pretty or that you are less than what tainted eyes see

    Reversiblely it means my eyes just aren’t good enough to see all the colour.

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  • I only wanted to tell you to let you know that I was going to kill myself in that room in January

    I don’t remember what day it was I had no reason to

    I was going to do it because I had worn myself down into nothing

    I couldn’t speak

    I couldn’t eat

    I couldn’t drink

    I couldn’t do anything

    I couldn’t sit still

    I couldn’t feel

    I felt like nothing

    I wanted to be gone

    I felt like it was just time to do it

    There wasn’t any fear

    When I do it these days it’s always through tears

    But I had no reason not to

    It had simply gone that far

    I was so empty

    I couldn’t hear any songs

    I was going to do it

    I’d written my final note

    I had no where to go then

    But I tried to find my way out

    I tried to turn the door knob, but it wouldn’t turn

    I tried to lock and unlock it,

    But still it stayed firm

    Turning to try and find a way to get myself free

    All the while your music, which had led me that far,

    Kept my mind running, trying to keep myself from dying.

    The only way out

    Was a knife upon the table

    I tried to use it, to unscrew the handle,

    But it didn’t

    And I for a reason I don’t understand

    Still felt I can’t speak

    Not a sound could be had

    I got mad I started knocking on the door with my hand and no one would open it

    So I tried again with my hand but it still wouldn’t budge, so I gave it a slam

    Still no one came

    So I just gave the doorknob a yank

    And finally it opened and I’ll be frank

    Not one person who was in the house seemed to think it was strange.

    I took back my phone I walked to the back door

    And

    Told her I wanted to die and she said

    I know

    And nothing more.

    Nothing more.

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