Poetry
This is the general category of fuckery that goes on and on and doesn’t seem interested in stopping.
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It seems weird and wrong to many I’m sure.
Incorrect or impossible or unlikely
But I’ve done this before
Stuck together for whatever reason
He keeps insisting every light
I should keep it in my head or away so that no one can judge or think this or that
But it can’t be helped,
Constant.
Accidental things from the past.
Strange crazy thousands of miles travelled to fall towards nothing
I ask questions that make him flinch
Stop
I listen.
Just say it though. I wonder.
Unendingly continuing on.
Unending lyrics.
Songs that never end.
Somewhere someday somehow
If only the words could reach you where it’s not just a memory screaming.
Someone I loved so dear.
Quiet when they don’t have anything to say.
Loud as hell when they do.
I can’t let it go.
He insists something must be said.
Or at least
To me.
What about and who and why?
Sometimes the worst part is that I still hear it.
Even when there’s no sound.
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Running into the darkness of every moment I’ve felt I know it doesn’t change anything
Never finding what I’m looking for only what I am without
Grateful for the chance but never knowing why
What do they want from me I can’t do anything else here
Merely a pawn doing a job.
Standing and doing as told.
What difference does it make if I’m here or not?
These things I think of,
Because I haven’t seen any proof of the importance of me.
I still wish I could come up with something that would bring someone hope,
But I haven’t done anything to give myself hope either.
Instead I just did everything to take it away from myself.
I don’t know what to do now.
I’ll keep saying it I made a mistake
But I didn’t.
It’d just one sided.
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P.S.
I hate Valentine’s day and Christmas for the same reason you do.
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In the dark I want to say
I’m with you
I don’t know who or where you are
But I’ve been here too
I may be here in hours I may be here in minutes
You’re not alone
I know you feel like you’re alone
But if I could be I would be there
I want to see a future where we never have to feel like this again.
Wouldn’t that be a place?
Wouldn’t it be nice?
I don’t know if that place will exist but can’t we try for tomorrow?
Whomever gets to tomorrow.
I know you feel it too, I want you to know I’m here with you.
I’m always a step beneath, I can’t ever seem to find that step up.
I’m always seen as the bad guy.
Do you feel that way too?
Life is too long, but I think we should try to take it back.
This life we live where every day is misery
Don’t you think it’s a bit fucked up?
Don’t you think it’s really fucked up?
No one should have to feel
Like the child in the basement
In Omelas.
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I keep forgetting the trove of words unheard.
I find it and I just pour over,
Thinking I thought so and laughing through pain and
Am I really repairable?
Hanging in the quiet places of my mind
Are the words you say that hold falling people up.
And some days I feel the same
I want to save it
I want to break it
I want to hide from it
Why are they like this?
The same.
I’m incredibly frustrated that my words never reached.
But I hope you can see the waves of your creations,
All the people still calling your name and asking for you to stay and continue.
君の姿は僕に似ている。
Its a good song. I’ll sing it for you some time.
Not like that. I am always singing for someone.
The kind of letter that when you read it you think
How dare he know what I’m thinking before I do
All I can say is
I’m never surprised
But I always forget.
I’ve decided I don’t care,
As bad as that may be,
I’d rather stand by you and say I did it anyways
Than fall to doubts that make me so sad my heart breaks
I don’t know the truth, only what I feel.
But I believe in you,
I know you’re real.
Somewhere in that face of a scared child
Is a beautiful soul.
An old soul.
It’s the broken sense of it, it’s the seeing it all in too many pieces.
It’s beautiful.
You are too.
今日元気に生ければ良いよ。
It’d be best if you could live today with a good air (literally that’s what it means).
It can also be energy.
I send you good vibes when I have them.
Good luck my friend.
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I’m trying to make you proud
Even when you come in angry and I have no context
To be gathered over the next few days but
I don’t know how to do it,
You are crying I can feel it but I don’t know how to help.
I feel so small and empty here
I don’t know how to put a smile on your face that smile
That we all miss so much.
It did matter.
All of it did.
Just that we don’t know what to do now without you.
You heard him breaking right? He wasn’t laughing at you.
The weight of you staying and trying to hold up the world. The way you come back in a flash and I know when you’ve been gone
But you’re gone.
It’s not about any of those things
And I know you tried.
Because I’m trying too, every day through the pain and the tears
But we’re stopped here.
You were sick and dying
And I am sick and dying
It doesn’t mean you lost or you failed
It just means we all lost you
And so many don’t know where to go
I don’t know how to do this right
I don’t know how to take all of this and make it whole.
The world is incomplete without you
The world will always be incomplete without you
I miss you.
Please don’t cry.