Poetry
This is the general category of fuckery that goes on and on and doesn’t seem interested in stopping.
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It’s hard when that’s all you have to share, you know?
I whisper into the third light who greeted me with warmth that could only be shared with a
Good evening
And
I love you
And we all have stuff to share but this is what I landed on and it’s all I do when I’m alone
People who have come and gone and come and gone
Did you tell me something about an hour ago? I’m sorry I forgot and it wasn’t because I wasn’t listening it was because I didn’t hear.
But also I did hear and it’s gone
I’m sorry.
I don’t think it’s a matter of this or that anyways so if I really tried to reach out
Listening to someone performing music in their garage or something
I wish I could join you
But I don’t know how to explain where I am to the people who know me
There’s a me who is male and a me who is female
Or there is a me who is both
Or I don’t really care can I just live my life but
Pronouns and other such nonsense.
I look up to see the assassin the boy and a satellite have joined me and
Some names unknown who watch.
The assassin is the first star I see
I wish I could be me without having to apply myself to other people’s ideas of what me is.
That sounds so selfish.
He says silence.
I don’t honestly believe in him or anything.
I honestly think he’ll get out of it.
I don’t know what that means. I will get back
To the beginning somehow.
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I don’t feel it
The wind on my back could be but a whisper
Felt like through a sheet
But my back is open to the wind
I put my fingertips to glass to try to find the letter to explain how it feels
My fingertips
Feel as though I wear gloves but the letters still come
And I can feel the fingers that hold the rectangle
That holds all my feelings
And I know they must be holding it because I see it
I see it like a surreal dream I wish I could wake up from
I shut my eyes as tight as they will go
In nightmares I need to wake from I close my eyes and open my eyes awake
I just quit the game if I don’t like it
But I am still here and it’s a game I can’t win.
Break the circle
When the circle just breaks me again.
I should have known
Should have known
Should have
Well
You know the rest.
If you don’t it’s a shame.
Everything triggers a song like being bombarded with thousands of voices all the time except it’s music, but a line or a word or a phrase
And the only solace I find is the songs I know and remember
But even the ones I used to hide in while trying to keep my wits about me on the outside
They scare me.
I think,
What if I made someone sing this about me?
What if someone thinks these things about me?
But I hate myself, so I know those songs everyone sings about themselves to make themselves feel good about themselves
Are not being sung to me.
Such beautiful
Something, sometimes my keyboard prompts arrange things.
Can I love now?
And it’s parked right there as if taunting me
It’s the same colour and it wouldn’t matter if it was parked right there because no matter how I am
He doesn’t want me.
So it’s not his, but it makes me think about why it isn’t his.
And that’s what gets me every time.
Before it drags me into nowhere.
I need your help. I can’t fight this forever.
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To the stars,
Because nothing ever goes to plan and the pain just flows on.
If I feel I feel it and nothing else.
Because there’s no one here I can count on.
Not one who I would feel comfortable with who feels comfortable with me.
To the lights I can count on
The bear, the boy, the assassin, it goes on and then comes back
To the watchers who are harder to count on, but there all the same.
Why bother it doesn’t matter if I wish on a plane.
Oh it is is it?
How unlucky.
The bruises never showed on my neck so it didn’t happen I guess.
One says say what you feel.
Then everyone else says stop.
Guess who is listening to the thoughts as they fall and I’m all alone trying to get through it trying to fight with myself to stay alive
Or. Not I don’t know anymore I’m trying so hard.
So I go away.
The stars look like an hour glass.
It makes it quiet as I try to draw patterns in the sky.
Hoping they’ll leave me alone so I can finally be free…
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In the end I’ve become so numb
You live what you’ve learned that what goes up has got to fall
But forget the wrong the I’ve done
I’ll give you some reasons to be missed.
Listen to your heart
Cause what goes up has got to fall and I’m breaking the habit that’s crawling in my skin
The figure could bare anyone’s name
But I’m inconsistent, I thought you knew that
The old words in a new rap from the top to the bottom
Sometimes I don’t make sense and it’s easier to go than face all this pain here alone
Cause in the end the place to start
Wants you to know how quiet it is all alone
Bracing my shores for the pressure and crossing a line in the dark
Nothing ever stops all these thoughts and the words attached to them
And in the end
It’s so heavy and I’m holding on,
Nobody can save me, excuse me while I touch the sky,
Warmed up in a nova’s glow,
And I’m about to break,
Because tonight is for our ghosts,
And he says,
If they say who cares if one more light goes out?
The moon and Mars do.
We do.
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The rush to get nowhere in the continuing silent argument
But what was I to do when I wasn’t given chance to speak?
At least to explain and properly lay out the meanings without the judgement
I never did judge you I waited in the never changing moment to do so until there was nothing left of me
I let the silence consume me as everyone detoured around my body on the ground
No bystander to hold out a hand
In fact I’m mostly independent mostly self sufficient mostly I do everything on my own anyways
But I looked to the sky and I said
But I am saying I’m at the point where I need someone
But everyone has something else to do
Why is this justice? Am I truly being punished for being afraid of my father?
If I don’t face him…
You’ll take everything away from me?
But he says he doesn’t know why I wouldn’t want to talk to him
And every time I sit across from him I’m faced with twenty years of
Him…
I don’t want to be his wife again…
Why am I being punished for trying to be free of him?
But at this rate I’ll have no where to start from…
So I guess I had better be a good little emotional support for my father
Or else I’ll be all alone just like him.
And you always make me face him alone.
All I wanted was for someone to for once hold my hand,
So I would know I wasn’t alone.
But you always find a way to put me back in a room
Where the old man who holds all the cards sits across the table
And puts me through hell.
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There’s no place like home when the yellow bricks to follow back run to the disaster
And the familiar sins come marching in like toy soldiers in September.
The avenues of ripped and worn bags that burn like wildfire in the push towards the big bang that started it that’s coming back around again.
And when I get back on my feet I’ll be half the man I wanted to be and follow you
Like I’ll always wait
The good is gone, the story said die, there was no ever after.
A trick but celebrity status
My dearly departed you haven’t had enough
And you take it like a whore.
And I am right beside you in your perfect porcelain, but how, how if not for you?
This means war but I just wanted you all to myself and I tried to make it perfect again
But I’m the only one who knows
And so it goes
I ran to you I
Let it get to desperate measures but it’s gone.
And the rest is forgotten.
A fevered blur of names, just a day away from saying the rest with no sound.
No one was around.
No words came anyways.
I tried to make the words fast I tried I tried I tried
But I’m a slave.
And the truth hurts so
I decided to break it.
I walk around but it’s just not the same so I’ll trade in who I’ve been
For some vertigo.
And all your alibis are perfect again.
I guess I’ll never know
How I’m supposed to get down from here.
And the story
Must.
End.