Poetry
This is the general category of fuckery that goes on and on and doesn’t seem interested in stopping.
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So today we continue in our separated directions
Let’s reminisce about the year that brought us here
How we found each other in this place where no one finds anyone
And then let’s just continue in our separated directions
Striking out against the failure of freedom
We just keep doing what we were doing like there was nothing
There’s a tiny voice in me that wants to say
Let the bear rest he’s on crutches again and I feel so bad
There’s a tiny voice that watched his every move and wants to tell him not to be afraid of the camera
It’s not a gun.
But the voice gets smaller as I continue in this separate direction
And don’t see anything but the nothing I was trying to get away from.
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You break me every day
You break me down and I break down at some point
Every day the heartbreak finds me and I wander the halls wailing like a ghost
Like a ghost
I never wanted to be a ghost
I just hope to die every day
It’s not the same I don’t want to be left behind I don’t want to be here any way
In what defense do I call I have none I never had any
Come at me with the sharp things you want to say
They’re true aren’t they?
Or you wouldn’t think it.
It must be true then.
To be thought.
My mind and my body are failing me they want to go back to bed and never get out again
I’m so tired so tired I can’t feel anything
Not even the sting of words said unsaid
Please just follow me
I only thought I knew you wanted me
But I don’t have anyone else
The set up becomes so oppressive
When the build up just leads to a punch line
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Building up to bring nothing
Where does the warmth come from when everything is so cold?
It only hurts for a moment
It’s the same thing but slightly different
That I’m here but there’s nothing to be done or said for it
Happy day
For whatever reason
Happy your day
It doesn’t mean anything to say that these are same ones I had before
It’s already broken so what is putting it back together
Does it reach even the darkest places?
The silent great something that I somehow have to believe wanted me here for whatever reason
What is faith and why do I need it when I already uncovered the truth of the demon
Of hope
The strange consequences that are never consequences
I can’t hold it
I don’t want it
Just like I didn’t want the war
Don’t leave me with this monster that tells me it’ll be okay
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From my window I can see the lights
I’m fine I tell them
I don’t know what else to say
Telling everyone I’m fine
But who knows the truth
It was never just you who showed me the darkness inside
No one meant to show me
But I find it in the breaks and the way it gets sharp
When they sing the words unlocked from their heart
But sometimes the words mean more to someone else
Sometimes the sound never quite belonged to you
You had to give it up
I don’t see anything here in this dark place
But I know that when the clock strikes
I’ll still be alone
And they’ll all be excited and enjoying all this effort they made to make it a day
But it’s not for me
I’m not invited
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It’s already over
I didn’t think this day would come
I didn’t want this day to come
Not like this
Not like this
Probably new music probably announcing the new thing they made
Without me
I really did think we could work together to make something
I was foolish
I was wrong
The grey is just the remaining colour of my soul
I don’t know what you see or think you see
But the colours all washed out
So they’re gone now
I can’t just ignore them then I’ll just be just like them
He didn’t ask for them and when he didn’t want them I was surprised
But what was there to be surprised about?
Who wants to receive hundreds of notes about nothing?
I did it.
I’m just a crazy person.
I keep my word.
Thank God I’m never sober.
Thank fucking god.
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What future could I want
I thought I knew what I want but it was proven untrue
I think this is how I decide I don’t want anything
The want doesn’t exist when there is no desire
And the desire decided to be erased
I tried to laugh it off but I couldn’t quite get over the sting so I took it back
Was it on the floor before
The ocean is so fucking blue right now
Deep and dark and blue
I wish I could live there
There’s no money under the waves
I could go wherever I wanted
I could swim anywhere any time
I only wish there was another time
I’m so used to being tossed aside
Far too empty to want to start to know any new faces
Far too hurt to ever want to try again and start it from hello and then
There’s nothing left of me to try to put together the possible tomorrows that never come
Hope is a lie that proves itself in time to be nothing but a shy thought that wanted to trick you into thinking it was worth it
But it never happens and when the time comes to realise it turns around and laughs at you for believing the lies it whispered to you so long ago
Like a fool for ever believing in anything so grand and foolish
It sinks in its teeth and drinks what you made
A sick twisted juice that feeds only the pain
Of never having a tomorrow that’s any better than today
And it drinks until it’s full and then flies away
Laughing and leaving you behind where you stand wishing you just had a hand but as soon as the thought that someone could come
Comes up in the mind it’s back again waiting and whispering false truths
So it can once more make a fucking fool of you.