Poetry

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

  • 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.

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