Poetry

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

  • I feel awful today

    Hard to tell if I drank too much last night or if it’s the weather

    Maybe both

    I might as well have worked yesterday, feeling like this

    Days like this are harder

    I’m convinced I’d be less miserable if someone was with me

    But people don’t seem to get my disease

    They disappear

    Eventually I’m forgotten again

    I feel unsettled and trapped

    And I’m exhausted

    I could fall asleep at any moment

    I slept through half they day

    I hate wasting daylight

    Especially when the Sun is about to become scarce

    Not that it’s sunny today

    But I saw the Sun earlier

    Came out in a moment that felt just for me

    Though I never know who else’s world lit up at the exact right moment

    I don’t mind sharing

    I differ on that, from a lot of people

    The Sun doesn’t have to be just for me

    My god, but not mine

    I do want to give love to this world

    But when I’m feeling like this I want to hide with someone I trust

    Weathering these storms alone takes a toll

    I resent every day I have cried for a companion for days like today, but it never happened

    I can hear an angry squirrel

    I wish I could be angry on days like today

    Angry that, despite everything trying to make me believe otherwise, I did not get what I need most of all

    And that it’s another day that will disappear

    Poof

    Gone

    Maybe I took on too much

    From that conversation yesterday

    Why not all three?

    The trifecta of weather, alcohol, and empathy

    Or whatever it is because people say that people who claim to take on the energy of others are lying

    I don’t know what you’d call what I do then

    Recover, you say

    Rest

    You know I’m shit at both

    I don’t sit still

    Look forward to tomorrow

    I made it again

    Another check point I created

    I feel awful, but I succeeded in living again

    No one gets how I struggle

    But it’s okay

    One, big, exhausted, defeated, hooray!

    It’s just such an uphill battle, every step

    And I feel like I’m falling leagues behind everyone else

    Still, your love is there without fail

    Maybe I can be content with it today

    I’m so exhausted

    I can’t even expend the energy to become upset about being alone

    You keep implying it’s just the two of us

    Fate?

    If we’re all that’s left some day

    I somehow figure out how to surpass Time

    I’d probably cry, just like now, when it’s just you and me

    Not tears

    But my heart has been

    The geese are joining in the flocking

    Casual screaming

    Yeah, me too

    Except I’m screaming into the depths of time

    And no one can hear me there

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  • The Moon light

    Shining and illuminating the darkness

    I always get wrapped up in the people around me

    But

    It is kind of my job, I think

    Yes this is certainly a Moon night

    The music sees her too

    I won’t hold it against you that you disappeared for a few weeks

    If I tell you I love him you’ll look at me pale and white

    Grey

    And in your light it will feel okay

    But in Earth

    Things aren’t as simple as the light you reflect

    Nor the love in it

    I just have to become greater

    Shine brighter

    I cannot be settled with reflecting

    I have to shine with my own light

    It is quiet in this night

    Waiting for something

    Maybe

    Mostly I want to go to sleep and see my friend

    I was someone else’s ear today

    It’s so hard to see them hurt each other

    All these people in this planet

    All these poor people just hurting each other

    Your gentle sonata

    From the Universe to the Sun to the Moon

    I wish I could do it too

    Sing them a song of love

    From the place stars fall

    Would I have the patience to sing it even when they won’t listen?

    The strength of the beings

    I wish I had it

    I want to turn my unloved love

    Into fragments that fall over the Earth

    Something that would teach them to care more

    More about the way they treat one another

    Any thing living

    Today I acted with gentleness outside

    But I’m still jaded

    No?

    I wish I knew what I was fighting for

    If I send it up, will it fall back down as rain?

    Amrita

    But love

    Oh a great beast has interrupted the serenade of the Moon

    To tell me to go to bed

    Yes, I know “Yes”

    As you wish master

    Of whatever you are

    I couldn’t explain my life

    No one would believe it

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  • I can’t believe I’m going to have a tattoo in two days

    This time Wednesday

    I’ll be being tattooed

    I just spent some time laughing

    About a tattoo studio called Tatsu Tattoo

    Because it sounds funny in Japanese

    たつタトゥー

    Hehehe

    Hehehehe

    Downtown is fun

    Lots of words to play with

    It’s also scary because the homeless population is off the charts

    Which is such a mystery to the government who created all the ability for the money to disappear upwards and never come back

    And I don’t feel unsafe because homeless people are dangerous

    I feel unsafe because I’m harmless and hurt people hurt people

    I just met a bird!

    やっぱり

    Downtown is so cool

    At the same time it’s awful

    Why can’t people congregate harmlessly?

    Curse my overly aware self

    Can’t just enjoy things

    Have to see the sinister side as well

    This side and that side

    There’s a corner on this building that all the dogs like

    Watching them all stop to sniff

    Dogs don’t think about the sinister side

    I wish I could think like a dog

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  • A transgender person is driving my bus to the doctor today

    She’s very nice

    Just starting to crack

    A beautiful soul

    Someone else who sees something else on the inside

    She told me her union has been supportive

    I wish her luck in her journey

    I hope she never feels like it was too late

    I’ll tell her it’s never too late

    Folk music

    The radio host seems casual

    A peering into someone’s tastes

    I hear all sorts of music from choice of the bus drivers

    If I had a power

    I would want to be able to give trans people the right bodies

    It’s hard looking in a mirror and not seeing yourself

    So many of the drivers of the disability bus seem to just want to do good for people

    I wish I could do good back to them

    Gang vocals

    It’s pretty

    If I could be the brightest star in the sky

    I’d warm everyone’s heart

    Make this place a safe place to be yourself

    Such a kind soul

    All the best to you Briana 💖

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  • I don’t want to write

    I want you to be here without pouring my soul out

    I don’t want to stare out into the night waiting

    I want my waiting to be over now

    Looking out into the stars as if searching out there is any more useful than searching in here

    I don’t want to have to do anything

    I want to stay right here, doing nothing, and have you just walk right up to me

    Were it not for my invisibility

    Would I have made it this far?

    How can you find me

    If even I can’t find me?

    A mirror I’m screaming at to become real

    Because no one else reflects me

    Dreams are just your mind

    If so, I guess I’m my best friend

    Isn’t that twisted.

    I’ve said you left me here

    But you were never here to begin with

    Sometimes I wonder if all my friends throughout my life were just a dream

    If I haven’t always been living here like this

    Maybe the past is just a trick

    Maybe there has only ever been now

    Stars go by

    The Earth didn’t stop spinning when you won

    Curious, as I was certain loss would equal death

    Or the end

    Yet on you run

    We say time marches in English

    It’s definitely more like running

    Did it taste like victory?

    Was it everything you imagined?

    Did my mind fill with this person because anything else would be torture?

    Is it self preservation to dream a companion?

    Second place would have been fine

    It’s like I got caught up in running the race from outside the stadium

    It wouldn’t have mattered how fast I ran

    It was always a dream

    I wonder why I started running at all

    I almost dare them to move

    The stars

    For something to change

    As if change out there would bring change here

    He did choose though

    And things changed for him

    I should have listened to the drug induced dream thing

    You’re not the one

    I’m not the one

    I wanted to be someone’s one though

    You sent me off into a world devoid of people who can love me

    The dream also tried to make me believe that by being, existing, I was committing some sin and being selfish

    That the only truly unselfish place would be a place where there was no Universe

    And, that may be

    But I wanted to exist anyways

    I was fighting

    So I guess even if I’m not the one

    And there isn’t another

    You get one

    I’ll take some other person who’s fucked

    Just please don’t send me a person who’s gonna murder me this time, kay?

    Let’s start with someone who can put up with me, who isn’t going to kill me for crying

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  • I am calling you

    Come my way

    But it’s just the same

    The Sun is playing on the leaves of the tree

    Because darkness is coming again

    The end of Summer

    I feel it

    Pulling away

    Come back

    I’m not done yet

    But the Winter will be walking in soon

    The ending means I’m alone again

    Going into Winter

    I miss the Sun already

    I don’t know who would heed my call

    Out into the darkness past my self

    It always feels like there’s something out there

    Something that’s not me

    Maybe I romanced it

    The something

    My luck it’s probably sinister

    Not something to call to

    Maybe I should actually be screaming

    Oh how things echo out

    And back

    If I tell the something I deserve better

    I deserve a love story

    Will it grin or nod?

    I do

    Stubbornly

    Gritting my teeth because every fibre of my being cries out again me standing up for myself

    There should be someone there

    This solitude

    Getting drunk on my own

    Look I completed another thing

    No one to share it with

    I’d give love if I could

    To anyone who would take it

    But they don’t

    They should

    But, what, I’ll hate the world because my brand of love is unwanted?

    Dangling on a string

    A homeless heart

    I absolutely want to make it out alive

    I wish I could sing

    For real

    For someone

    I feel like a siren with no one to entrance

    Won’t someone hear my call?

    Love is all I have

    You can have it if you’re kind

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