Poetry

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

  • I want to dance, but there’s nothing to dance for.

    I want to sing, but there’s no place to do it.

    I want to meet someone, but I’m alone.

    I want to speak to someone, but I stay alone in my head, in my room, in the dark

    The clock strikes one,

    And I sit up.

    My hands hurt, my foot hurts, my head aches, my back aches.

    I look around,

    No one calling on the phone,

    Another Saturday where I will be invisible

    And alone.

    I want it to rain.

    It won’t rain.

    It doesn’t matter what I want,

    Nothing ever comes of it.

    Trying leads to failure and heartache.

    With that thought I go back to sleep.

    I know today won’t be good for something

    And I know tomorrow won’t be either.

    I’m wasting my life, but there’s no alternative,

    And I don’t have anymore fight left in me.

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  • The bike falls down the hole

    In the assassin’s belt he lies.

    The bear keeps losing footing,

    He’s heavy, can I help him?

    From behind a mask the boy watches and breathes

    It’s not your name it’s your name is

    They chose to change it for the world

    What reason is this

    The bass is breaking to the left, fettering out, that sound like a dying engine.

    It could be okay,

    Once I get out,

    To throw up everything that’s keeping me down but

    The lights that fly around

    Don’t sing of anything

    So incorrect.

    My fear of who I am

    I am wide awake and I can’t do anything now.

    The doe doesn’t know

    She’s oblivious

    I think it may be better

    To never have to think of it

    But they created responsibilities they wouldn’t even accept

    For us to take on

    She may have to die

    We all might

    And I can’t even cry about it anymore

    You think it’s cold but

    Look back for a moment

    I don’t stop loving these people I just know that without effort

    It’ll be too late anyways.

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  • It doesn’t fit anymore

    They’re all worried about whether so and so said

    Or what they did I

    Think about the children I can’t feed.

    The pressure drops and the air grows a bit more thin but

    The shift got stronger

    She’s fighting back and I’m glad

    It just means I feel it more

    It’s fine

    I’m so exhausted with this nothingness

    I wish I could be,

    Able to help others

    Maybe mother can use this energy to help her ends

    The means by which I suffer speak nothing to her voice

    I can’t try hard enough to live up to my own standards.

    I’m the one without any fight

    I gave up when

    I don’t know

    When he said it was

    Bye time

    Just like that

    I tried not to hear it, but I did and I think

    I’m the weak one, you know?

    The one who doesn’t fight back

    I never have and there’s no one to teach me how

    And now I have no means

    Walking in stasis

    I don’t forget any day that this is supposedly paradise

    The hand had six fingers or something

    Something in threes

    Yeah I used to do that too

    Knock three times to show I was thinking of him

    More meaningless things that never meant a thing don’t worry about it but

    Everything else

    I don’t even have a voice.

    Let alone a whisper.

    That would be you see B.

    Or whatever

    But it’s ironic that I’m kept in a position where the help I could be

    Is shot dead in its tracks.

    Assuming I’m capable or even that

    Any help is needed by others

    I often think I should just shut the fuck up.

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  • If there’s two of us then who gets the soul who gets the spirit

    Or it doesn’t fit, it never fit, and we’ve never learnt how to deal with it

    How we don’t fit, how we stretch it too thin.

    The memories streaked with me and her

    Or me and him

    Or

    Us.

    But don’t I have a soul? Answers the question.

    We knew that one in our core,

    But fleeting feelings and I love yous aside nothing has happened.

    Not one true hint.

    I’m slow, I forget the details, I overlook.

    Think too much

    But they don’t get me anywhere they just drag me into nowhere

    That one pops up a lot, it is a true statement

    I borrowed

    And stole.

    None of it matters though

    Word for word

    It’s gross

    How it is, this is me looking,

    Just seeing the wreckage like

    Good job kid you tried a guess.

    What else to do when it’s run out?

    But this belief we hold,

    It’s one of those talk yourself around in circles

    Treat others as you

    Bullshit things really but

    Love doesn’t die

    It doesn’t matter how jaded or torn or shredded or waterlogged or weak

    It has become

    It still lives under the surface like a shark waiting to

    A dolphin waiting to jump through the surface

    In a moment of glee so like that time so like what I wanted with you so like

    But in a second the dolphin is gone back below the waves and

    The distance between us is so palpable

    It’s like a heavy sheet,

    Pressing in all around me

    Sometimes it feels like it blocks my nose

    I wish I could stay in those moments,

    I wish I could still believe in love,

    In the love I have to give or offer,

    But I have yet to see it.

    And seeing is believing.

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  • I was born to be yours you just weren’t born to be mine

    It’s not black and white

    It’s a joke.

    There’s no answer for me,

    Nothing to hold on to or for

    I was born to be yours

    How unfortunate.

    I’m sorry this happened to you.

    There are sirens here and there

    Who knows why it is.

    I must have done something to deserve this.

    I don’t see any light but yours

    Every day even without anything

    Nothing

    Unprompted back into my mind

    Shining and being so bright and it’s like

    I’ll never even measure up to half of it

    Even if I just decided to be you

    I’d still be in this mess it’s still my life that gets lived

    I’m not even a quarter.

    There are more than me every day

    I can’t handle the truth.

    So I’m going back to sleep.

    Wake me when the nightmare is over

    Before then leave me to drown.

    I have nothing to live for

    If not you

    And I still don’t know why

    I have to see you in my dreams every night

    Because it hurts

    And then I wake up

    And it hurts.

    I’m not mad at it I just want to know what I did.

    And then your song comes on and I wonder

    As it doesn’t run red,

    I’m trying so fucking hard not to let it

    And maybe I was just feeling it because the song was coming.

    I don’t know what to do anymore.

    I don’t like it.

    Any of it, what I did.

    Anything at all.

    So I’ll shoulder it

    And go ahead with whatever I was doing

    Do you have anything else?

    It doesn’t matter.

    I love you.

    I don’t have anything else left.

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  • Wouldn’t it be lovely

    To be able to write it and make it so

    He sees me

    He cares

    No one has to cry

    Everyone gets to be happy

    I die.

    It doesn’t work like that.

    I wondered but it doesn’t

    It was all just whispers I was recreating

    I’d write it all better

    And I’d still write

    I die.

    It’s all I want, just wanted to leave it better for people

    Didn’t want me again.

    Didn’t want all the people who feel like I do

    Would just write

    And they all get better

    And I die.

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