Poetry

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

  • Stuck here with the boundary I can see

    Stuck here right between something and nothing

    It could be purgatory,

    But what is being purged?

    I’m not where I want to be,

    I’m not with whom I want to be,

    I’m not even where I would have wanted to be if I hadn’t even tried

    Hadn’t ever caved.

    I had a fever,

    Is that really it?

    It was all started by insomnia and a fever and too much silence

    And whatever the fuck happened

    To get me locked in my room.

    All that weird shit that happened

    And every day ends and my heart breaks every night as there’s nothing

    But it was always my fault

    I must have done something

    To deserve nothing

    So I must not have been good enough

    Try again.

    I’m too tired for bitter

    But I’m not allowed to cry or what will everyone think?

    So tired of feeling like every sound is something.

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  • Look, it’s like this:

    The feeling of you on me is like being enveloped in a warmth that no other could produce,

    But you

    It’s so easy to simply close my eyes and stay there forever

    But you burn me if I do that.

    So I hide out of clear sight, I still love you.

    Give it two months,

    I’ll stand under you for hours.

    Or maybe when the fall happens,

    Maybe then.

    The odd feeling of we’re so close, but I can’t get closer,

    I do want to,

    But this reality.

    Unfortunate reality, but you can see me from farther anyhow,

    You’re just too hot right now

    I can’t compete.

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  • Showed up again

    Just to break me out of the systems

    The one omnipresence no one can deny

    I see the strangest things in the clouds

    Think of the universe and the best game of phone anywhere

    This one is only mine, this moment this memory

    Through some magical mystical thing I looked up just in time to see before the clouds change shape

    That instant.

    Somehow I always listen to that one

    Look up at the sky.

    Looking up helps me forget everything that’s happening down here

    Up here

    Over here

    Whatever here is.

    Continuing down the same dead end road with the power of whatever it is the universe gave

    To make this.

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  • How to express that I still love you

    But I think you’re a stupid fucking idiot

    It’s like

    I still care, the help you gave me accidentally even if you hate it retrospectively has the same value now as it had in that moment

    When I didn’t want to be here anymore and you and the others were there

    No I don’t know why just you.

    But why? And so many questions that just frustrate me to no end.

    And I think you know why, that question hangs.

    It’s a ticking pendulum, slowly lowering

    I’ll bring it up again someday

    Because it still haunts me.

    There are always childish people

    Have you noticed? There are childish cats and dogs and crows, and fish never grow up.

    But I can’t quite grasp

    Simply because it’s you, so I don’t think you did it on purpose.

    Did you hope they’d fall in love with you?

    I know that feeling.

    I learned something

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    For some strange reason they don’t hear you

    I’ve met many who don’t care about the people behind the music

    I didn’t know that was possible.

    It won’t reach you,

    But I always love the people.

    It’s a fault.

    I have a comparison to you

    And trust me

    You’re still worth saving.

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  • Having woken up,

    Disappointment.

    One more day wasted, what more meaningless march towards oblivion.

    If there is no point behind it, why not now?

    I hate this life, I hate it.

    Maybe someday I’ll wake up at home instead of somewhere I recognise and immediately regret waking

    Maybe

    Someday

    Wouldn’t that be nice.

    One more weekend spent bending over and taking it from every customer who decides I’m their verbal punching bag

    No freedom do go out

    No freedom to try to meet these people who are totally apparently waiting for me.

    Bullshit.

    No one is waiting for me or looking for me.

    I want to go home…

    I want to go home so badly. I’m so tired of waking up all alone with no hope or indication that anyone sees me

    Why does my entire life have to be a place that I despise and school? Why can’t I have enjoyment?

    Please tell me what I did wrong I’m so tired of waking up for one more meaningless wasted day of invisibility.

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  • LOVE YOU YOU STUPID FUCKING OWL

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