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