Poetry

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

  • Off in the distance, always off in the distance

    You’re not even going anywhere, but I still feel it as if you are

    The oranges you throw to the land, the fires that still burn that spark like you but never kept it together like you

    Slipping away as we spin away or towards or in space

    We sit cut apart,

    One watching over

    One watching down below

    Wondering how it can feel so cold when everything is on fire

    Just missing a beat

    Gazing down from behind a wall,

    Eyes tired and worn like mine,

    It becomes harder to hold the music and the logic in the same mold.

    It runs through me differently I suppose it’s never the same

    Will it reach,

    Can you hear me?

    How far must I travel for the warmth of you

    And a day I can remember?

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  • I want to melt the frozen centre of your heart,

    Not knowing how it could be so cold when you light everything around.

    How can I stand in you and feel nothing at all?

    I wish I could hold you like you hold me.

    All the times I fell apart to be put back together by you.

    Yet resisting the urge to do anything, say anything,

    Because I thought it was unbalanced and should fix it when there was little to no interest approaching

    I wish I had someone to sing with,

    A song that hasn’t been sung,

    I hear them playing inside me, but I don’t know how to transpose them

    The music is trapped inside,

    I just find it so strange how many barriers there are,

    Between me and you

    Disregarding even us

    Just all the barriers that stop the screaming in my heart from being heard by anyone who may listen.

    The feeling I have with others

    Is so much more than the feeling I have alone in the field every day.

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  • The sun disappeared behind a wall of grey,

    The moon slipping down ablaze

    When the grey cleared and the stars once more shone above,

    Every light that could be seen was still present,

    But had been missed regardless.

    The face of the moon streaked out,

    Far away the forests blazed

    Set fire by the foolishness of us

    If you think about it

    It’s all man made

    We pushed her this far,

    Tick tock

    Every second that passes is one less second to do something to save her

    So many can’t, trapped in daily lives, consuming as if it can’t be stopped like a beast,

    Pushing us closer to the cliff before the drop

    So the fires blaze, the lightning strikes, the ocean rages, the slow

    But always never silent

    Throes of awakening the beast

    With our own selfish efforts.

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  • The fires are burning within the red moon,

    The dusty surface of the far away red light.

    Large and setting

    The red one seems white

    The white one seems red

    Sinking into the other side

    Between them silently a daily war fought,

    The moon set aflame by the fear and the wondering.

    The other hides its true face behind smoke and dust.

    Goodnight,

    I want to say.

    I love you,

    I want to say.

    I miss you. You’re adorable. I want to say,

    Instead,

    The moon sets alone and

    A simple mistake,

    Snatches the chances of home away.

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  • Setting Greek fire to the lost tablet.

    I could stand like a good soldier but

    Then I’d have to lose this strangeness

    Just refuse to bow and say whatever

    I don’t come in aiming fingers, and it gets easier to understand

    Like,

    That moment when you realize your entire life is a construction for someone else

    That you’re living a lie and you ask

    Why did you do this to me?

    And then you hear this silence

    And the reply is

    Well I didn’t

    Did I?

    But I know well enough that we don’t listen very well,

    We run off with it and almost end up far too far away

    Did you see?

    Because I did and it hurt.

    A hand on the side of my face

    And then he’s screaming and he’s so calm

    But the answer seemed final

    Why is that?

    Because I see you making that face again the

    Smirk like you know so much better than me, but usually I don’t know what the loudest words are

    Is the only way to create something by beating it?

    Five different jokes

    But it was a sad question.

    I wonder if I’m just starting to hear laughter in the tracks or if it was always there and I never noticed

    But I can feel the emotions spoken when they’re spoken

    Like I can see how your face must have looked when the sounds came out it’s weird

    Highly visual in the subspiritual space of humanity.

    Listen close and hear my thoughts in every note, like that but not because I only feel one present

    And it isn’t the heart throb simply because the words are empty empty there’s no expression here

    The song grows empty, I wonder why

    I only hear the soul,

    Not the thoughts sorry

    Where’d the soul go?

    I think there’s a damn good party going on,

    Somewhere far far away

    Somewhere where the words are for.

    I never said it was meant for me I said it was like.

    Often.

    Always.

    I was just writing it down.

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  • I want to go home.

    Started when I was far from what I thought was home but never settled

    I ask myself, usually bitter through tears

    Well where’s home then?

    It’s like crying over a lover that never happened

    What are you crying about you don’t even know what you missed.

    Or a person you never met

    You don’t even know why you’re crying

    Stop it

    So I try to answer these questions, gets my mind off of how much I hate every tear

    I hypothesise

    Perhaps

    Maybe

    If I think about it

    When I really think about it

    Swept away by thought I ignore the initial pull and turn my face to the sky

    Screaming

    Silently screaming as loud as I can

    Mostly yelling about the stupid autocorrect, but

    It’s not here if

    I have to think it away if I don’t

    No matter what that word is connected to

    No I don’t want to feel that way,

    So if I don’t know what I’m looking for

    Pretending not to see the glaring answer

    Conscious deception of self

    Difficult complex thought processes

    The ring moved itself I have no recollection of when.

    If I could I would pack up and leave today

    To be as far away from the answer as I could be

    Instead I pretend it’s somewhere out there.

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