Poetry

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

  • I don’t know what I’d do without my mum

    She knows so much about my disease already, having lived with it longer than me

    And that’s awful

    But she’s still this kind, gentle person

    Unless you mess with her kids

    She gave me the tools to question Christianity

    Question everything, really

    I miss our long talks

    I miss hanging out in the kitchen with her when she’s baking or cooking

    I miss her hugs

    They’ve always had a warmth to them

    I never told anyone this but I used to pray every night that everyone

    My friends and family and their friends and family and so on out and out and out

    Would be safe and happy

    I used to try to make sure I said I love you to my parents at least once a day so they always knew

    These habits faded as I grew, and I no longer believed in one god

    And I started beginning depressed

    And sometimes it feels like she resents when I’m suicidal

    But she’s been there for me more than anyone else in my life

    She’s loved me when I didn’t love me

    She’s supported me when I’ve been awful and desperate

    I don’t know if she quite grasps the depth of my solitude

    But she tries

    And I’m sure if she was well, and still driving, she would come visit me

    Unlike everyone else

    This disease really takes from you

    And I never quite grasped that before

    She’s still doing her best for all of her kids in spite of the taking

    She has taken everything the world threw at her and still ended up a kind person

    And she’s not as radical as me

    But she probably set me becoming like this in to motion

    She raised an inquisitive, questioning, overly bright kid

    I was definitely not an easy kid

    She’s just this amazing person

    And I wish I could be half as great as she is

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  • The night was always my element

    Wandering the darkness

    Nights of being alive

    Now the night opens up early

    And I must dive in

    Hoping for messages that make sense

    Who were they?

    Why do I have to tell you?

    Sifting through dust

    The shards of my dreams

    The light is to bright for them in the day

    Right under the triangle

    Won’t you wish someone into life for me?

    Ah

    そう

    Does this sky even continue to where you are?

    Would I recognise it if I looked up?

    It slips away

    Never reaching

    Fluttering away like the Wind

    I thought I knew who you were

    But wouldn’t you reach for me too?

    Oh

    Sometimes the answer is a bit too nuanced

    If them it’s over

    Here’s their adjacent

    What does that mean?

    It’s my decision

    How does that make sense?

    I keep seeing light

    Silence

    Doesn’t explain anything

    Searching the skies for signs of life

    Because I can’t find any down here

    And my memory

    Every conversation melts away

    Soon it’s gone and I’m left alone again

    And I suppose I could say I need someone

    But existing without

    I’m doing it, right?

    I was right

    The loneliness

    Seeps into the cracks

    The withdrawal from socialisation

    Doing fine

    Loneliness is just a condition

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  • I’ve been feeling busy today

    Like I’ve done a lot of stuff

    This is not true

    My body just feels like it

    Didn’t go to work today

    Thanked myself with I had to sleep until 11

    This body

    Does not meet expectations

    I’m so exhausted all the time

    Like this weight in my bones

    I want to be present for someone

    But there’s no one to be present for

    I feel like I’m half awake all the day

    Clinging to wakefulness

    Like if I didn’t hold fast

    The daylight would fade away

    If I’m not careful I’m dreaming

    I think it’s okay to look

    At the life I didn’t get

    Just for a moment

    But it’s just another dream of something not real, isn’t it?

    Another sign of madness

    Not a sign of someone

    Oh I’m never ready

    Is it time for Five yet?

    Maybe he’ll grant me some energy

    I don’t know what I’m supposed to do here all alone

    But doing nothing and feeling like I had a busy day isn’t it

    It’s not

    I don’t know who I’m looking for

    The map of the future

    If I compare it to the past

    I’m so afraid

    Okay it’s really hard to be serious when the Poké Rap is playing

    I actually remember some of it

    Why is this in my playlist?

    Because every once in a while it comes on and snaps me out of my gloom

    Pun intended

    There’s no writing on this map

    That I’ve been given

    To the future

    But the life has returned to the Wind

    Maybe all is well

    And I’m just missing it from this angle

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  • There was someone with me last night

    Someone

    Throughout the dream

    I can’t remember if they had a name

    I don’t remember their face

    Was it you? Strange spirit.

    I was calmer

    I didn’t feel that anxiety as I walked around the pet store

    I feel like I suddenly remembered needing a cane and they let me take their arm instead

    And then the moment of reality breaking through was over and I continued

    And I want to say he

    But we never used pronouns and my brain is my brain

    Who knows

    As fleeting as a butterfly

    They were there

    And now they’re gone

    No summoning

    No one died

    Somehow there

    Who could it have been?

    I don’t even recall

    The part where I’m trapped with my ex

    How strange

    Why is it that in my dreams I have these people?

    My mind making up friends?

    Supi was there

    They’re just whispers now

    They were as vivid as day when I was experiencing them

    I wish I knew who it was

    I wish it wasn’t just a dream

    I want a companion

    I am complaining

    A relationship I barely remember

    A ghost during the day

    I know my mind can’t make actual people appear

    But it feels cruel

    To only have true relationships in my dreams

    Is that not pitiful?

    Am I too hideous in the light?

    Who knows

    Me in my dreams is strong, steadfast, brave

    I mean, goes to space

    That old myth that if you die in your dreams you die in real life?

    Apparently dream me is not concerned

    Something about dreaming gives me power

    But only within the dreams

    Plagued

    I’m plagued by repeating stories

    Like my mind ran out of them

    Bitch you dreamt up an entire novel and this is what you’re giving me?

    Now they’re just mysteries

    Dream interpretation never sounds right

    I wish I knew what my mind was trying to tell me

    I wish dreaming could make it so I find these people in the daylight

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  • The night can’t swallow me tonight

    The darkness may press in

    But I put my name down

    And can see things changing

    So long I was trapped by every little thing getting in the way

    And I’ve clawed my way into existing

    Swimming against the stream of bureaucracy

    Trying to stop me from surviving

    Let alone thriving

    Disability in this world is set up so that you never stop having to prove you’re disabled

    Everything you need

    You have to prove it

    All because we can’t produce what we need ourselves

    Whatever that may be

    And I never know why

    Because anyone who would willingly submit to this

    As a fake

    Would have to be so desperate

    You might as well give it to them anyways!

    This lack of care just in case someone might abuse it

    Oh, I want to stay here

    But I don’t belong here anymore

    Ah well

    Keep going on

    And I am standing alone

    If only they’d forgive my sins

    I’m accomplishing something

    Despite everything trying to stop me

    And this world that couldn’t care less

    It’s so easy to say don’t be afraid

    When the world is small in darkness

    But I do have a power

    It’s strange

    And I can’t explain it to anyone

    Ever

    The flame reignites

    Somehow

    How I want to teach it

    I’m being told the night is opening

    Can I fight it off for a moment longer?

    I’m not ready to follow you home yet

    Oh repeating dreams

    Oh it’s time for you is it?

    You are a wise guy

    Oh now the exhaustion has hit me

    As it does

    Today is not a day to forget

    The first day I saw my name on mail

    It was real

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  • I got my first piece of mail with my full name on it

    My real name

    Me, mine

    With the whole lot of Ls

    Welsh is great

    Goodbye ties to my father hello ties to some person way back who was forced to anglicize their last name

    To the person who thought it would be gone forever

    It’s mine now

    Maybe you felt like it was the right thing to do

    But, I don’t know

    My fighting spirit comes from somewhere

    And the name means something

    Leader, lion like, who knows

    Interestingly I didn’t know it was connected to anything in particular until just now

    I just wanted to remove the English from me

    As much as I could

    I’m a wild thing

    No Anglo-Saxon could conquer me

    I wonder if there were members of my family fearing the wildness would be stamped out

    I wandered the forests as a child

    Spoke with trees

    Animals

    Now I speak to bugs too

    Something in me has always been wild

    Someone who fights for what’s right

    As best they can

    Knowing right and wrong are not absolute

    That the world is showered in greys

    But the colour

    People so often forget the colour in the world

    My name

    The thrill I got from seeing it in print

    It’s real

    Not just a thought trapped in my head

    Sprinkled here and there on the web like a whisper

    I’ve been existing in this space where I occupy the existence of another person

    Someone who never existed

    Someone who was an imagined creation of society’s expectations and fear

    When I hear her name I flinch

    Because she’s gone

    She doesn’t occupy this space anymore

    She did her fighting

    Did her attempt at being everything society expected

    She kept me safe until I was strong enough to voice who I am

    Who I actually am

    She did her best

    Now it’s time for the name to rest

    Goodnight trees of ashes

    It was not for me

    She was the cocoon

    I am the moth that emerged

    I haven’t really existed though

    I kept the shell

    After all becoming something

    The government doesn’t like that

    Things take money and time and transportation I didn’t have

    This year has been so difficult to describe

    I want my sister to be here to see me make my name real

    What a huge milestone to go through without you Mel

    It’s like up and down and way down and then up again

    It hasn’t been neutral

    It’s been brutal

    But good things are happening too

    And I can’t even handle that by the time the year, that is almost over, ends my name will be real

    Have I ever asked you to stay away?

    I’m asking you again then

    I want to make it until then

    I want to

    Even though it’s going to be lonely as hell

    Alone I am making steps to realise myself

    Terrifying as it is

    I guess I didn’t need you after all

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