Poetry

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

  • Don’t make that face at me

    The land

    I’m the unwanted one sitting in my room drawing pictures of all my friends getting along without me

    Because I’m not who everyone wants

    I’m just a broken piece

    Like the reflection in a mirror on the outside

    You don’t do it, will you?

    Trapped in my room with no reason

    Trapped in my room with no light

    No passion

    No nothing

    Trying to find the sky but his broken pieces

    And the flame afraid to be forgotten

    I wish I could find what I’m looking for

    But he closed the door

    And I’m alone

    Where did you go?

    Why won’t you answer me?

    I love you I do I just can’t stand you next to me

    You won’t even tell me why you just keep playing the unaware

    Joshua Ramsay if you still haven’t seen me by now you’re a fucking idiot do you know that?

    But I know you have

    I told you to go slow

    You cow

    That’s an endearment

    I wanted you to like it

    Because I can’t.

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  • Pop music 101

    I wish I had a gun

    I do not find this fun

    Let’s start with a new one

    Unconnected unimportant

    Yet the time happened

    I was making a joke about time

    But answered a question not related to mine but the question about what I was thinking about

    Just a coincidence

    Just kill me already

    I can’t fucking take this anymore

    And all he does it ruin me

    But I wanted him so badly and it hurts and I want to forgive him

    But these things keep happening

    What are the chances?

    What are the fucking

    Chances

    I added 46 to my arm yesterday

    Maybe I’ll have to start doing the same

    When I go out to find his name

    And only find pain, guilt, and shame.

    Every time I go to him

    I’ll just cut out the blame.

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  • People are dying

    People are dying

    All it would take is an admission that this is not how it’s supposed to be

    November November

    Heartless the king sits in his chair

    I can’t understand it

    What do they think they are protecting with eyes burnt shut?

    Do they think they can make it go away with denial as our mother strikes out

    Destroying in the process?

    Devine and shut up in their White Castle

    Safe from the world outside

    Somewhere where the voice of people and the screams of the suffering

    Don’t have to be heard

    And yet they put him in the castle

    It’s upsetting

    And absurd

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  • It has made me feel invisible

    Unimportant

    Unnecessary

    Your silence has blanketed over every word I wrote

    And made it all feel like

    Every piece of my heart that I wrote down for you

    Wasn’t good enough for you

    Your silence has made me fill in the blanks

    For 300 days.

    I don’t know when if you saw me

    I have to grapple with the possibility of any possibility

    Your silence made me feel like I was trying to manipulate you when all I was trying to do was get your approval

    Your silence took the albums I used to lean on for support because I

    Have

    No one

    And I don’t even know why

    You won’t even tell me why you won’t tell me no you won’t tell me go you won’t tell me

    I will linger here I will

    Going around in circles because I have no answers

    I gave you everything

    My secrets my shame my heart my soul my life my coping mechanisms my everything

    Just trying to make you see me and it feels like not one piece of my entire life is worthy of you because you don’t even have to blink in my general direction

    But you could have

    Because some people are special

    But I’m not

    I don’t belong here.

    I don’t belong here.

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  • Well.

    Those are some fire references

    And talking about things burning

    I don’t know do I say oops or do I just roll my eyes and say

    It’s all in my head

    Again

    As the crows fly. And,

    What was it you said earlier?

    Creepy?

    I think that’s how it’s supposed to feel when these things happen

    But these things happen

    Every

    Fucking

    Second

    Of

    My

    Life

    So I don’t have surprise I have eyes raised to look squarely at the problem and

    The sky replies

    Someone tell him to cool it because

    Well now everything is on fire you liar

    Wildfire

    The pyre

    Burning brighter and higher

    In the desire of whom exactly?

    J

    Stop setting things on fire.

    No seven elevens were harmed in the making of this film

    Aries works at a Tim Hortons

    Snagged on the catch twenty two

    If I express how I feel about you I have to admit that I wasn’t worth your time and that

    Kills me every single fucking dime that hit the floor as the diamonds explode

    I’m really nothing to you

    I’m really

    Literally

    Nothing to you and I begged you for help and you couldn’t even be bothered to grace me with telling me you couldn’t be bothered.

    Maverick.

    I don’t know why I’m still trying

    The only one I needed

    Couldn’t be bothered

    And you just left me here which really does mean I’m garbage doesn’t it?

    I don’t want to live…please stop making me live.

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  • It may not be the same as what you do when you hope and pray

    Someone will save you

    Instead I take a breath and call the slithering wind

    Fill the vapour with the thoughts of the rains of a thousand years of tears

    And breathe out

    And hope it reaches before they get burnt out

    Mercury’s silence

    Rain

    Cloud

    Mist

    Watery

    And Windy.

    Because it’s all I can do.

    Just like you.

    Praying and hopeful

    I take a breath, do as I can, and then ask for aid.

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