Poetry

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

  • Something about my default mode was uttered

    I’m not trying to be nice

    Am I?

    Second guesses

    And doubt

    I can smell the ocean

    Speaking of Ocean

    The continuation?

    It’s just that I have a hard time grasping that I’m a good person

    So many people have said otherwise

    I just don’t want anyone else to go through any of the pain I have

    Or any I don’t know of yet

    If I could keep every being pain free

    Naïve of it

    Maybe thinking it doesn’t even exist

    Innocent

    The depths of pain I’ve experienced

    Physically, emotionally

    I wish they would die with me

    That it would absolve every other being of having to feel it

    Something measurable

    My ineffectiveness

    Ineffectuality

    Dancing in the dark

    Looking at you

    A sign of the beginning, the middle, the end

    Glaring lights

    No one would ever believe your sense of humour

    Ah well

    Somewhere there’s a you

    In some form

    Perhaps that somewhere is everywhere and no where at once

    I’m a magical being without magic

    I’d give it to the world

    It’s overflowing

    I may as well pour it somewhere

    The intended recipient is in a different place

    So far from what I thought

    Yet exactly how it was supposed to go

    Bitterly

    Painfully

    Was it any different than he wanted it?

    What love song is he singing?

    You can tell me I don’t know what I’m missing but I can agonize about what I’m missing even not knowing what it is

    Why did you have to break the world?

    Why?

    It would have been fine if you’d lived

    If you’d lived

    Wouldn’t it?

    And the rain is pouring but I can see the Sun

    The clouds are thick but he’s broken through

    Speaking of breaking through

    I thought I’d banished it

    Yet here it comes

    Comes creeping in

    見たいなー

    元気か確認したいなー

    くだらない

    Like he broke the sky

    Cracks of blue

    Betraying that there is a sky above the grey

    Don’t go away

    I say over the trees

    Because he’s going behind them

    I’m not prepared for Winter

    I can see you’re round with my own eyes

    Fire burned into my retinas

    A transformation up above

    If I silence it long enough

    Will it stop struggling?

    Desperate for it not to be the end when it was from the starting gun

    Did you come out brilliantly for that moment alone?

    Can I tell you this love that won’t just go away?

    I hope it’s not for centuries

    I would erase it from my mind

    It would have been better if I never loved him

    If such a feeling had never bloomed

    I don’t know why I thought going from one impossible to another was the answer

    A million reasons why

    But no reason why

    I’m not even singing it and I’m singing it

    I want to warm them

    The feelings

    Tell them they mattered

    But you can’t lie to them

    They know

    切なくて悲しい

    Nothing did happen

    That’s the point

    Isn’t it unfortunate

    His songs make me feel empty

    His songs make me feel lost

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  • Name change paperwork submitted

    14 weeks

    That works out to exactly the new year

    Funny things that just so happen to work that way

    New year, finally me

    I’m excited, in an impatient,

    Can’t wait that long, kind of way

    All this I’m doing on my own

    No celebrations with friends

    No real acknowledgment beside this

    The rain makes me sleepy

    But I gave myself too much time to do this errand so I’m sitting, waiting

    I have so much to do

    In a good way

    Entertained

    With more waiting for later

    It’s a different world right now

    Only because I can get by

    It feels really fake sometimes

    Like I’m watching the amount in my account go down

    I know it comes to an end

    Am I allowed to enjoy this reprieve?

    Knowing this is temporary?

    I’ve accomplished a lot in the past few weeks

    I’ve been busy as hell

    I need a few weeks to rest

    Just have to get through today and tomorrow and then I can rest for a few days

    I haven’t been sleeping

    7 hours of sleep is as good as 2 hours of sleep was as a teen

    Just wish I could have a say in what my mind forgets today

    On the bus back we picked up someone who had been working for handydart who now needed it

    The driver knew her and was chatting about her diagnosis and usage of the services

    She said she wasn’t using the bus for anything but appointments because she felt guilty

    I kind of interrupted

    Told her she may be still at the point where she’s not ready to be “disabled” but regardless she is a valid, disabled, person, who needs the bus services

    Told her not to get in her own way in terms of accessing things she needs

    Told her not to cut off her access to socialisation when she needs it most

    She said thank you

    The bus driver told me I was good at putting things into words

    I’m confused

    Because I’m used to hearing I don’t do that

    Used to hearing how bad I am at communication

    She said I was an amazing person

    I just saw someone who was going through the same things I was when I was first diagnosed

    It took me until the second diagnosis to take myself seriously

    Every time I see someone who’s diagnosis is new

    I just want to scream そこまで行くな

    Don’t go as far as me

    Don’t push yourself until it’s worse and you don’t get a choice of pushing it anymore

    Access the help you need

    Don’t deny it because it hurts

    And I know it hurts

    Chopin

    Historical man I randomly love

    He is a good composer for I know it hurts

    Beautiful

    Moody

    If it sounds like five people are playing the piano it’s Chopin

    I always thought that was so funny

    I don’t know if it’s allowed

    It probably doesn’t matter

    If I can reach out some warmth

    I shouldn’t

    But I just want him to be well

    It’s not like I can just stop worrying

    My heart screaming in its wraps

    To the world I suppose

    I do wish a better tomorrow for every being on Earth

    Wish I could protect them all

    Billions of children who think they’re adults

    And billions of children

    Who probably also think they’re adults they’re just not

    Big yet

    Whatever

    Do the clouds reflect it?

    Something fell as rain

    Rain is an invention of Earth

    Very interesting

    Did the rain precede the life?

    How long has rain fallen?

    Sitting and watching the rain must be as ancient a tradition as there is for landers

    I before E except after C except ANCIENT

    Sorry

    Fuck English!

    No, seriously, sorry, I’m composed

    Longer than words

    What small animal watched the rain?

    Did the dinosaurs?

    People say listen to your heart

    People say don’t

    If I’m so amazing

    Why am I alone?

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  • It’s always the day after an event that I hurt the most from my injuries

    Like the first day they sat planning to go all out

    My hands don’t hurt as much

    The drugs don’t touch that body ache I get

    Unfortunate

    It’s raining

    The weather has been doing this strange thing where it’s a Summer day, then followed by a rainy Fall day

    Summer is tiring

    Later than I would have liked

    It’s so weird to be okay

    And, you know, I’m not really okay

    I’m just content with purgatory

    I desperately need a companion

    None have presented themselves

    Content with misery

    Like misery was around so long I became numb to it

    At least I have things to do

    Right?

    And every day ticks over

    And I acknowledge its end

    Knowing that’s another day I didn’t know you

    Didn’t see you

    And then I get hung up on who You is

    I don’t know

    And the fact that I may never know eats at me daily

    That the Universe is saving it for the last day of my life so I never get to actually know the You

    Some big gotcha moment

    And now you’re dead

    It’s a fear for me

    It’s a great fear

    So many times in my life I’ve been the butt of some cosmic joke

    I wish I wasn’t

    It’s so scary

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  • It’s happened a couple times in my life

    And I still have no explanation

    The most remembered one would be knowing the tune to 深い森 from Inuyasha the first time I heard it

    A mystery

    But this will probably be another I remember

    I know the tune of the ending song of the first Pokemon movie

    In Japanese

    That they did not use for the English one in any capacity

    Like goose bumps

    While I’m humming a tune I’ve never heard before that I knew better than some songs I’ve known all my life

    Mysteries

    Sometimes I’m terrified that I’m stuck in a ground hog day life

    Like I just live this life over and over

    And I’m just remembering things even though my memory was erased

    That’s just the thing that makes the most sense when I’m paranoid

    I wish I had actual answers

    And witnesses

    Not like there’s any real merit to me putting any of this into the web

    What’s it going to do exactly?

    Watching Pokemon has been so much fun

    Learning all the names in Japanese

    Some of the word play is really funny

    I’ve been occupied with things to do

    It’s been great

    Besides the sink incident last night

    I am in so much pain today because of it

    My hands hurt, my arms hurt, my fingers hurt

    Busy and aching means less writing

    Forgive me.

    I’m very tired

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  • Just spent an hour

    Dropped my piercing down the bathroom sink

    Commence crying and trying to get it out

    Ripped my fingers to shreds

    Did not manage to put the sink back together properly

    I guess I’m brushing my teeth in the kitchen sink from now on

    Did get the piercing

    Then trying to get it back in

    Couldn’t do that

    Put in the back up

    Cursing and screaming and yelling at whomever caused today

    What the fuck

    I am shaking from the effort

    I was dripping in sweat

    I have no tools

    God

    That was awful

    It’s so hard to live alone

    I needed someone else so badly over the last hour

    What was this supposed to prove?

    I don’t think you have to prove to me that I need someone

    I already fucking know you fucking worthless god damn something

    I’m like

    Trying not to Cat

    It was so hard to reign in the absolutely beside themselves feline

    Trying to keep myself calm and I have an indignant fury inside me

    My hands hurt

    My fingers hurt

    I got my piercing back but didn’t get it back in

    My sink is busted

    And possibly something else because there was water everywhere

    And I’m exhausted beyond expression

    God it must be so hard to have someone who can help you

    I don’t know who that was directed at

    Tore my nails off because they were in the way

    That kind of hurt too

    Tore up my nose hole a bunch trying to get it in

    Woe is fucking me

    Woe

    I wish I had someone to talk to right now

    I’m feeling really low and defeated

    And my fingers hurt

    I wish

    On Arcturus

    That I didn’t have to go through any more reminders that I’m useless on my own

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  • Foolish heart

    Saw him for a moment

    Never the right person

    Never know what I saw to make me look

    And if it was the right person

    How would I know?

    It does that little flutter of hope

    What for?

    I always ask it

    No one again

    Who would be there?

    Don’t answer that question

    I don’t want the answer

    We were never meant to be

    I don’t know what happened

    It will forever be a mystery

    Perhaps a sick, desperate mind

    Dreams are all I have left

    I don’t remember anything about last night

    It would be kinder to let me remember

    My companion and the being

    Today was kind of awful

    I just remember a lot of things going wrong

    Not specifically what

    Short term memory loss

    I’m feeling beaten up and high strung

    Which means I encountered difficulty of some degree

    But exactly what, besides the few customers

    And the stress of not getting enough done

    I need to rest now

    Have dinner

    Forget my foolish heart

    So he’d walk up

    And then, what exactly?

    Two strangers passing by

    You’re a fool for thinking it would be anything else

    Why am I attached to you?

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