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