Poetry
This is the general category of fuckery that goes on and on and doesn’t seem interested in stopping.
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He jumped out of the pile and straight on to the floor
The time the love the wishes
The love that is shown in time
Wolf dreamer
Carrier of flame
Dreams coming true
For whom?
Do I make a wish when you fall on the floor?
I wish he would see me for one day more and see that I’m worth it and that he can love me and love me and say something so I can love him too
But there’s the sky and the lake and the ocean too and he’s firing his gun and they’re about to kiss and I
Don’t have any new love or people to hail
I know that outfit it’s when I die
I know who he’d shooting and I know no matter how hard I try I
Die in his hand as he watches but doesn’t remember why it hurts when the hair flies and I spin in death and I scream no more
Finally free as I fall to the floor
Thank God I think as I bleed out and die
I never have to look myself in the eye
Ever again
So what of a wish?
When my future holds nothing but this emptiness and emotion I can’t have
Nothing I’ll ever know and nothing I ever wanted
You can’t save me wishing man I tried so many times
The ace of hearts wins
The nine of hearts
Dies
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My sky is always to pretty
Always so interesting
A dragon flies opening his mouth
An arm reaches through a hole trying to find something blindly
Version 2
A lake in a place so hot that it steams off
Maybe it’s the water that’s steaming
Underneath a spirit rests waiting to jump out and fly to the skies
And I’ll just keep singing
Or a feather
I want to touch the dragon’s nose it looks like a dog’s
Luck?
No I believe that would be a rain dragon calling the clouds
But who knows I’m just crazy
I see the chariot carrying the night
I wanted to see this sky with you
But maybe someday
This feeling will finally reach you
Warning
Warning
Unconfirmed date.
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The sun is winking at me before he leaves
Promises from four that I’ll be taken care of
Wake up wake up
Goodnight and good morning
Illuminating invisible bugs
And me
Before he slips beneath
You know I’ll think of you and miss you but you never see it because you never are able to see me miss you
Of course
I’m only looking at you
And I always will say I love you as many times as it takes
Yes love wants the sun
I don’t know
He used to fit anywhere and now he doesn’t
But I still miss him too I just can’t look at him when the coincidences don’t prove anything
You’ve told me before I could have made it up
It’s true
But it’s true so
I can’t
I want to and I love him
But it hurts to much for the reminders
To be from him
I see them everywhere every day
It’s hell
But at least if I’m not looking at him
He can’t be hell too
The sun is setting my fingers are cold
Apollo I love you
Josh
I forgive you
And the others too
You’re just kids
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We were so close but then I hop step jumped
And completely changed the story
Have you ever heard in a different language?
It’s like the other doesn’t exist.
English brain does English things
Japanese brain does Japanese
The cultures of the language slip in and out of eachother
But have you ever listening to English in Japanese?
No you probably haven’t
Have you ever listened to Japanese in English?
Korean in Japanese or Mandarin?
That’s where I find things others don’t
On the boundaries between language I stand
Picking up words as they demand
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Good morning and goodnight
Beautiful butterfly
The darkness of the night blurs the spaces between words
So this is heartache and my body hurts already
Goodnight and good morning
Six verily important xenial xenoliths
It’s nothing silly I’m just counting go to sleep
The kindest man I know knew I was missing my owl and justice and Jupiter and Athena and Zeus and and and
Sent an owl to tell me goodnight
I imagine his voice is like listening to a violin speak
In disbelief that she’s talking to me again to be certain
He says
I’m seeing you starting to emerge again
Readily saying things no one understands
Shrouded in words honied like daggers
That are really just thorns attached
To the rose who wants to be able
To heal the wounds that most aren’t able
To voice with words or even facial expressions
You say things that are true
As if they’re confessions
So there
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Frederick is my roommate
Frederick lives in my sink
Frederick is so small I know trying to move him will end up with him squished
He moved in at the same time as me
He’s not big like the wolf that was in my other sink
But I love him because I see him every morning noon and night
The spider who lives in my sink
Hope I didn’t scare you by cleaning
Spider friend
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