Poetry

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

  • It doesn’t know how to count.

    What is it counting?

    Things that don’t exist

    Of course it’s the best yet you don’t burn out you’re always steady in your own flame

    Why are you my melody?

    Hear the echoes know it’s not being heard right on purpose

    No nothing is like it should be

    This is entirely wrong

    I can’t find the right words to write you

    I just want to fuck and get it over with

    So it’ll leave me alone

    And I won’t have anymore fire for a few days more

    But I know no one is coming.

    Even the bus isn’t coming.

    You’re wrong now.

    Now it’s a lie.

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  • I wish pain was just a place then I could leave it

    But pain just leads to more pain and that pain leads further to more pain.

    If I leave this place I’ll never have to see anyone’s vehicles

    Wouldn’t that be nice

    If I could leave this place.

    I’d rather erase the past and never live there but where do I go when I want to be anywhere but here

    Anywhere but here.

    If nothing changes where am I supposed to get a start from when there’s no one and no where.

    If I could tell him I did it.

    Stopped dead in my tracks and tore apart the past so there’s no future for me either.

    And now I have nothing.

    Worse than numb.

    Stupid and dumb.

    If I take responsibility for it

    I don’t deserve to live

    So

    Get to it.

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  • They say you made these choices to decide the life you’re living

    This solitary sadness

    This love that never matters

    So turn over a new leaf

    Grow an entirely fucking new new leaf just do it

    Suddenly I’m on the moon that waited from bed until now so I could land somewhere familiar

    Family

    The stone family who is always by my side and can’t ever leave because the sun keeps them here for me

    Gravity

    And push and pull.

    No it’s bigger than you made it now it’s a song about the Styx

    And the times I’ve been through it.

    It’s autumn fall September ends October

    Please could anyone just come over

    It’s too late to grow any new leaves don’t you see them falling off the trees it’s too late to start a new life and lead it in the direction I want

    Rooted to the ground as they fall all around all the changes I tried that just made me cry and wish I never had to do any of it again

    This plan where we all march to oblivion in our own sadness that we all take to the graves like fireflies that shine during the day

    Invisible and unimportant in the blinding light never telling anyone never making it right

    Never trying to make it better or say anything that could hint that I made any progress I don’t see any of it

    I want to go back to the moment I saw the moon and the blue almost hid it but it broke through and I was on the curved white surface

    Tilting towards the neverending circle of life that doesn’t make any fucking sense

    He couldn’t even afford me an apology

    Is that really just how awful I am?

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  • Lost in the dust of this place.

    But no one sees the dust.

    All the dead skin of the billions before and after.

    Be more positive.

    The sun never stops shining it’s shining the grass is still green the

    Wind kicks up a thousand wishes

    Witches and magic ancient wonderings

    Dandelions are the rabbits that spring from the ground when you started with one and you wonder where all these yellow pokey heads came from

    But before you get the answer they’ve change shape and their thousands of wishes are flying through the air

    In the solitary listing through the air you wonder if they’ll ever land

    In the dust of billions to start again

    Stubborn final wasps

    It presses against the screen that separates me from the outside as if I need to protect myself from the outside

    Four sad wishes pressed against the pane.

    When the wind changes they’ll begin again.

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  • It always goes to waste

    It always goes to waste

    It can’t be helped

    It can’t be helped

    It’s just reality

    It’s just reality

    It’s just life

    It’s just life

    There’s nothing just about it.

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  • No regrets I made it this far

    Painted in regret for trying to give myself away and not having it received.

    It doesn’t die

    It just lies here in wait for me to see the wrong thing so it can put me under again.

    It’s a tool people use to destroy it.

    Destroy me over and over.

    Not living for anything except I just can’t drop

    If it was that easy.

    I can’t see myself a future I want because it was never offered to me.

    Nothing to want or aim for that I actually want.

    It’s just a straight line from here to the end and I want it more than anything in between

    They say it’s about the journey but I don’t have anywhere to be going to or coming from anyways

    Nothing

    And then nothing

    Stop handing me hope when it can’t ever happen

    When I don’t want anything to happen because nothing can make this better

    Close the damn window and cover up the light with stories of other people’s life

    And I’m not afraid of it

    Bring it on.

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