Poetry

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

  • I wish I could have a recipient

    I don’t know why my love is wrong

    But if just one person would let me love them

    Am I just not meant to love someone?

    What a cursed existence

    The doves are congregating again

    Why can’t I have a flock?

    My mum she has her own

    Everyone I know has their’s

    I thought I had one for a while

    Thought I was grateful

    Thought I said thank you for it

    When my shape didn’t fit their needs anymore I no longer had one

    I know I did wrong, but I don’t think I did that wrong

    I chose you, she said

    I don’t think any words have come to damage me more in my life

    Because it became I chose you so I can choose to not have you

    That moment meant so much to me

    Years later it haunts me as a memory of a fool

    One misstep

    One slip

    And there wasn’t a way to be redeemed

    Naïve

    Careless

    Still just a kid

    Struggling with everything

    I wouldn’t have abandoned me

    Why am I the person I need?

    Why do I have to be the one to stand beside myself?

    My people

    Never exist except under circumstances I can never maintain

    Do you know what it’s like to constantly give everything you have, including actual money, to try to maintain connections that never stick?

    Nothing sticks

    I wish someone would hold my hand

    Being stuck with myself is terrifying

    Then again this is probably about her somehow

    Not me

    Nothing is ever about me

    Everyone doesn’t realise they’re one misstep away from being as unimportant and invisible as I am

    That I’ve been offering unconditional love to everyone all my life and they’ve all rejected it

    None of the things I’ve done would have turned me away from friendships and relationships had they been done to me

    Even purposely!

    I’m a nitwit who’s unaware of everything I do

    I’m just stupid

    I have no malice

    Stupid, harmless, alone

    Probably the best description of me in three words.

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  • You

    Which you?

    The you who’s absent right now

    The you who I call in the night

    The emptiness of my bed

    You’d think someone could feel me

    It’s all just me

    Sentenced to myself

    The worst

    The absolute worst

    And I’ve lost track of the Moon

    It’s hard being no one to anyone

    Just staring in the mirror

    Me and me

    And fuck I’m sick of you

    Me

    Constantly caught up in moments from some other time

    Trying to find the future in the past

    Trauma

    And anxiety

    No, you see, we’re master pattern detectors

    Mine’s broken

    They’re everywhere

    They’re nowhere

    Don’t ask about my heart you’ll wake up the Cat

    Who is the dog

    How did that happen?

    I’ll just 拾うan entire personality

    God, and I’m stuck in here with this thing?

    Not the Cat, my brain

    Disappear

    Blue light you

    Looking at you guys painful

    Who’s an assault on whose eyes now?

    Disappear

    Like all these fairytales of the past

    Clinging

    I loved him again immediately

    Wait who preceded who?

    Oh my god Time fuck you and the laughter

    Let me sink into my spirits

    It’s safe here

    You were but a tether

    To a planet

    No a society I wanted to care for

    Oh I see

    No

    I said, disappear

    It wasn’t a suggestion

    Think of and receive か

    言葉も考えも

    聞こえるか宇宙?

    It’s so sad

    You pitiful thing in the dark

    Thinking you found the rope

    The thread

    It’s okay

    I’m here, somehow

    Me from the past didn’t know what I was missing

    Not knowing Japanese

    I’ll think of the courage in me as a flame, and won’t run away anymore

    Two nights in a row

    It’s a lonely feeling

    Thinking of the courage as within me

    Means I found it on my own

    Despite of, in spite of, everyone

    Nothing did change

    I’ve been here before but in many different shapes

    The gradual shaping

    You’d imagine nothing changed

    It’s not an action

    This casting out

    Since the day you disappeared

    I’ve been on a journey to find you

    There still has to be a you

    You see

    It’s lonely

    Summer is fading

    No you’re not allowed to do that anymore

    Whatever you are in the dark

    I don’t trust you anymore

    I’ve come this far alone

    I don’t need anyone

    欲しい

    くれ?

    I guess I’ve gone back to breathing oxygen

    Not like I had a choice

    But there’s this grudge growing

    All of them having so much fun together

    When I sit and stare up at the sky and recognise how alone I am

    I wonder why they left me

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  • I’m getting my first tattoo in two weeks

    That like apprehensive excitement

    Like I want it in my skin years ago

    The pain I’m slightly concerned about

    But it’s only 45 minutes

    It’s only a small chunk of time and if I put up with that pain explosion whatever in my arm a few days back

    I can sit through this

    Never done it before though

    Another first alone

    No one to share it with

    Except the sky

    I’ll show my tattoo to Saturn

    I’m sure he can see it from there

    You’d say That’s fine, it’s not for anyone else is it?

    And the answer is no, but you should know by now how much I like sharing

    Stupid kid shows all about sharing and then they changed the rules but they never said when so I’m stuck with all these rules that no one else is

    It’s the same excitement I had before my nose piercing

    Which healed nicely unlike a certain trio of helix piercings

    Moral support

    That would be nice though

    I could use it

    I can do it on my own

    I wish I had support

    You can do it you crazy celestial pixie thing

    I want it in my skin already

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  • Death

    The collector

    Did you take him gently?

    Why do I ask

    Always there to collect the pieces life left

    The road to death is often cruel

    You often say that

    I hear it

    I can’t take it

    How do you rush from side to side?

    Tearing yourself apart to reach them all

    The immeasurable pressure

    It’s always the one after

    Never the one before

    Like the first is the sign

    And the second is the message

    If it’s not a miracle I need

    And you avoid me like the plague

    Isn’t that fun irony

    Endlessly is nice

    目の前に

    Would be better

    With the two of you behind my ears

    I’ll be doomed for sure

    The listlessly flowing Wind

    Hey a moment

    With shadows

    Terrified

    Of the end

    Of it

    The process

    I vaguely believe in the after

    When you’re near and there’s none to take I feel safe

    But

    The ending

    I know you told me so

    I know you told me I’d become afraid of you and I said I wouldn’t

    But you want it this way

    Ever out of my reach

    Something leads to something else

    And suddenly I’m not crying for you every night

    And if one of you would take credit for the night-being that’d be great

    That hotel again

    In Vancouver allegedly

    It’s really funny my brain had no idea what Vancouver looked like before and now it just remembers hills

    Hills and then downtown

    Japan is more vague

    Why do I go there?

    Why am I suddenly going to Vancouver?

    Why was Vancouver also randomly Tokyo suddenly?

    Dreams

    And death

    Oh hey it’s that song that I made a video for from the anime I’m currently watching

    I wish I didn’t love freaking cartoon characters

    Some kind of brain wires crossed

    Real people aren’t passionate like anime characters

    Which is funny because while being some of the most passionate people I’ve met, Japanese people can also be terrible at big feelings

    There’s so much going on

    If I focus on you too long I panic

    死ぬ何てイヤ

    怖い

    Another thing that seems to exist beyond just the Universe

    Universal is not big enough to contain

    Believe and Being

    Believe in being?

    Forever is terrifying

    Is it more terrifying than you?

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  • Time

    And you said your name and I knew it

    And I said I knew, but I don’t

    I don’t know where the line falls

    What’s the differentiation

    But you are always

    Running in a hurry while laughing

    And I’ve tried to catch you

    In fact, you give it to me

    Your time

    Is it an issue of place?

    Can’t you sit still for a moment?

    No, I suppose not

    Wait up for me?

    If we go by you, I’m so far behind

    Not the interloper in my mind

    The very fabric of moving forward

    Those moments I hate you and you gaze at me with those voids of eyes

    When you won’t answer my questions

    Are you of the Universe?

    A product of it?

    Do you transcend the Universe and all its phenomena?

    A promise of existence?

    You were here before biology

    A law

    That to be

    In any form

    Means to be at your whims?

    Or do you simply watch?

    An existence like any other?

    You seem cunning

    Really, Time, is its own trickster god

    It folds

    People view it as a straight line

    But I never see you running in the same place twice

    Always a different direction

    Always a different meaning

    Places don’t stay the same where you’ve been

    I said I know

    The same, separate

    You have hints of eachother

    One promises the other

    You flow

    There’s a beginning of you

    So there’s an end of everything else

    But once you’re here, do you ever stop running?

    Even once all the lights have gone out and there’s not a soul left here

    Will you still be?

    Are you a rule?

    あるから時

    いるから時

    When I ask if everything can just stop for a moment

    You throw your head back and laugh with an insanity that only you can create

    Stop?

    Yes, I know it’s a funny joke to you

    Sitting in a place together

    Where we can both be

    One where I’m not a child trapped in madness

    Were you ever a child?

    Do you ever grow old?

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  • So many tiny machines

    Unknown flashes

    Space is always doing something

    Somewhere

    I can’t find the words

    What I want to write

    What I can

    Silently

    From afar as I have been

    Quieter

    Who am I supposed to be believing in meeting?

    Turning from one to the next because figments can’t hold me

    If the future I saw in my heart is still there beyond the sky

    Why does it feel so over?

    Spinning in place

    Just the left over momentum

    Why?

    I’m what way was I wrong?

    There is no replacement

    For the future I wanted

    Anything you give me now will simply be

    What I settled with

    Everything

    To nothing

    You had me believing

    The world I wanted closed

    Like a snap trap

    I wish

    I could have half that life

    What, into the well?

    It’s a well of wishes not a wishing well

    Even wanting to see the future

    With my own eyes

    It’s not mine I want to see

    Is the flame courage?

    It feels different

    Different than hope

    Different than love

    Just have to make it to midnight

    Right?

    It dims in the dark

    When I look up right now

    I think

    Ah, I really am alone

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