Poetry

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

  • You always find a way in

    Beautiful flickering fluttering fucker

    I can look at you in the reflection

    I can look at you

    Why do they sat not to look at you are you too pretty?

    Warming me from behind because I want you to

    All of you

    Even her with another name her children still come

    I still float to the messenger.

    But look there you still are

    You’re farther away but the same far away you always are

    What can I give you who burns with everything

    You’d just set it on fire

    I wish I was where you are because then I could see where he is

    Somewhere far away

    Love you, you stupid burning musical fucker.

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  • I love you

    Don’t stop fighting

    I wish I could be closer

    I wish I could give you freedom

    I’ll be your ally in the dark

    I will stand by you no matter what the judgement is

    I’ve already realised

    The truth under the lies

    Not yours

    The lies of a system which shouldn’t be broken

    Because we should know what justice is

    I’ll be here

    I’m here

    Stay strong

    I love you

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  • The smoke flows out of the flowers

    They look like they could be burning

    Maybe they want to be

    Capturing the air and keeping the smoke for what ever reason

    What ever reason

    He thinks I’m throwing away my life getting drunk getting high and hiding

    He doesn’t know that life ran away from me and I just couldn’t keep up

    He thinks I’m not trying

    That I haven’t tried

    He doesn’t remember how hard I tried to make everyone like me

    He doesn’t know that he’s the only one

    I wonder where he got three

    Himself

    My beloved

    I think people know you’re here even though you’re not

    You’re like a feeling they can’t get rid of

    I wasn’t supposed to cry

    Why or why not

    I want to go to the party too I just don’t know how

    I want someone to come with me

    I don’t want to go alone

    I don’t want to be alone

    But no matter how hard I try

    I’m always the last thought on their mind

    Like the plants that didn’t think about where the smoke came from

    They just accepted it as truth

    No one sees me

    They just look right through

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  • In the morning I’ll be somewhat alive

    Just like I’m somewhat alive now

    Fighting and fighting

    You come up because I was thinking of you in moments I shouldn’t have

    Because he was standing in the doorway

    And I wondered if he was even really here

    Like an ethereal being

    Like no one else has as much patience

    Like no one else has given me as many second chances

    Like at the moment I wondered if he really cares

    Like the moment I wonder if it’s all meaningless

    When it has to end

    Because it has to end

    The one who holds me in arms empty burned away and gone

    Where there’s no flesh to hold on to

    When I feel safe

    Where he is

    Where he isn’t

    I still love you

    I will always love you

    Yes I’m selfish and foolish

    No I would never get bored of you

    Yes I do know what who what I want

    Come,

    My golden haired beautiful gone boy

    Let’s wrap ourselves in these blankets

    And when I dream of you tonight

    In the room where we walk talk explore

    Dream

    For hours

    Come my beautiful compassionate boy

    Let’s sleep

    Come and sleep with me

    I miss you I love you I look for you every day

    Today you were the guy on his phone sighing exasperatedly

    Tonight you’re the creak in the house

    When I asked

    Are you really?

    And you said yes

    And told me to go the fuck to sleep.

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  • Hey brother

    Wake me up

    I still don’t know how to understand

    Where you go when you’re gone

    But I know you don’t think I gave you a chance

    I wish I could have

    You see these lines where there’s no going back

    That’s why he rests his head on my knee at the end of the day

    All the regret from the weight

    Neither of you should have had to carry it alone

    I wish you had both known that you weren’t alone

    Stop what?

    Lamenting about pasts that can’t be changed?

    Or talking to the dead people again?

    If they hadn’t died I would have no one to talk to

    And the heat of the warmth of the get up and shut the fuck up

    That was the thought of a person so old

    That dead doesn’t mean stopping anymore

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  • Falling

    Fortitude

    Forever

    Forgotten

    Flowers

    Fall

    For

    Farther

    Feathers

    Feathered

    Fonder

    Finding

    Failure

    Feline

    Figures

    Forgiveness

    Five

    Fascinating

    Faces

    Four

    Free

    Figments

    Forays

    Firmly

    Folded

    Frozen

    Fiddler

    Fully

    Found

    Fear

    From

    Fitted

    Flying

    Foxes

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