Poetry

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

  • I’m in considerable pain right now

    I think I’m having another of these weird pain attacks, now in my arm

    Considerable pain

    My fingers ache

    It started in my shoulder and has moved down my arm

    Just ache

    And sharp ache at that

    My fingers hurt to move

    I’m partially holding the phone with my aching hand, but it’s balancing on my left thumb as I type

    I think it’s starting to ebb now

    It hurts like a bitch to hold my phone I’m just built of bricks when it comes to my own pain

    There’s no doing anything for it

    It just hurts and I am here to feel it

    It hurts so fucking much though

    Now it appears to be ramping up from my shoulder again

    If I had someone to complain to would it be easier to bear?

    So ready for someone

    This pain is beyond over kill

    When it’s in my fingers it’s easier to deal with

    I’ve had hand pain since forever

    Heh

    If every person on the planet simultaneously experienced as much pain as I’m feeling right now

    Would it be brushed off as easily as what I feel?

    I don’t know how I put up with it

    The agony

    Alone

    I wish I had some pain killers that would work

    Now it’s all tingly when I touch it

    The things I live through

    Goddess of pain and indentured servitude was it?

    Irony

    If I’m writing my own story

    A wonderful person comes into my life

    Someone I can see in person

    Someone for me

    And then I can bear the pain

    It’s better now

    Kind of

    A picture child for pain

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  • Content, not happy

    Don’t get them confused

    And I feel more present and aware

    This is good stuff

    It’s still terribly lonely

    There’s still no one to talk to

    Many, many, devices

    Keeping me sane

    But how long can this maintain?

    Sure enough all things lose their shiny newness

    The challenging stuff is fun

    Not knowing how to do stuff is fun

    Couldn’t you bring me a companion?

    Some gremlin to come sit in my house and inspire me to clean

    There’s still no one here

    Even if stretching my wings to tomorrow means that I should fly

    Still waiting for someone

    I know that day is not today

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  • Some little turd is blowing up my notifications because he’s insistent on me accepting that tips are not required

    And I have said

    Probably three times now

    I don’t care what you think tipping is

    This is how I’m doing it

    And he’s all like no tips are supposed to be optional

    Blah blah blah

    Dude

    Shut up

    You’re as unimportant as I am

    I consider tipping to be obligatory

    You don’t

    Fucking fine!

    If you didn’t want to hear my opinion then don’t post publically

    Dude I did hear your opinion

    I said, publically, I don’t care and continued on with my day

    Your whiny ass has come back 5 whole times to continue to tell me your opinion

    I’m sorry you’re bored

    Fuck off

    I asked if Uber drivers could still see their tips

    And he was like they don’t need to see the tips, tips are optional

    How is that answering my question, genius?

    Huh?

    Smart guy?

    Where in your statement of your opinion of what tips are did you answer my question?

    You don’t know the answer because you’re not an Uber driver, yeah?

    Moron?

    Okay

    Chill kitty

    Yes イライラ

    Just bullshit

    Just Internet Things UwU

    But

    I feel it

    It doesn’t feel slightly adjacent

    Why do people think that when a question is asked they should instead start discussions about the question instead of answering it?

    My opinion about this question is

    Fucking stop

    No one asked you

    That wasn’t that fucking question

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  • I feel so actually fine right now

    Didn’t sleep

    Couldn’t sleep

    Dreams where I suddenly remember I need a walker

    I hate those

    Reality leaking in to my haven

    Someone was there

    Besides who’s always there

    It was you right?

    Ugh

    Curse they way they fly away

    They used to stay with me

    I still remember a dream from when I was tiny

    I feel content

    Like things might actually be okay

    Heart aches

    Within me

    How strange

    Does it produce the warmth?

    Or is this from the fire around it?

    Who could be out there waiting for me?

    I have enough to do now

    Thank you

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  • Well that was rude

    Gut punch rude

    The sky is darker without Arcturus

    Here’s hoping they’re all

    No

    Nevermind they’re going to be up all night

    Ah well

    Good times only

    It would be nice to have someone to love

    Like anybody could

    Find me

    何だこれ?

    If only the words were true

    I was wrong

    Ah my music is tormenting me

    Need nonsense

    Or this

    I’m going to miss hearing your voice

    This was beautiful from her

    It’ll never be the same without you, you know

    Parts felt like they resonated the same

    But they’ll never be the same

    I hope you found that better life

    What you were missing

    That incomplete feeling

    I’m sorry life couldn’t give it to you

    I love you so much

    Somewhere inside there’s still someone who sings this song

    But they’re very far away

    Maybe some day

    I do love you so much though

    I wish I didn’t

    I wish I didn’t have to come running back into the arms of a band I had thought I’d “out grown”

    Though, out grown was a mistake

    Just

    Wouldn’t it have been better if I never had to have any of these feelings

    You’d be alive and I’d still just think of you as a cool singer from my childhood

    Oh look it’s suddenly about you again

    It’s okay

    Everything can be about you for a while

    I’m okay with that

    There’s an owl

    Sorry it wasn’t perfect to hear you right now

    If tomorrow isn’t the day I’m looking for it’s okay

    I have some stuff to kill time for a while

    And a cool new old band to appreciate

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  • A blast from the past that was

    And I recognised him instantly

    And I loved him again instantly

    Who the hell am I?

    So glad he’s doing well

    I wonder when I wrote the poem for him

    Before or after the great destruction?

    Is it still there somewhere

    He wasn’t interested in me

    They never are

    Rather no one ever is

    He doesn’t recognise me

    My name is different and I’m wearing contacts so

    That’s not a surprise

    But also no one remembers me

    Managed to kick up a memory

    I wanted to be more thrilled to see him

    I had just been listening to people being thrilled to bump into eachother and feeling that awful

    Jealous

    Don’t be so freaking loud about it because it never happens to me and it hurts that other people get it

    Thing feeling

    It’s an awful feeling

    Haven’t seen him since high school or something

    Maybe some time after

    Briefly

    We’re strangers now

    Another relationship I wanted but couldn’t have

    Another relationship I would have gladly settled for friendship with but it never happened

    Gone days

    Never to return

    What was the point?

    Hey while you’re thinking of relationships you couldn’t have here’s another you forgot

    Thanks I guess

    People kept telling me I couldn’t know what love was because I was too young

    If any of the others stepped in would I love them in an instant?

    Why?

    Why do I love people who don’t remember me?

    Over it?

    I’m apparently over nothing

    Ever

    It’s just not in front of me right now so my attention isn’t on it

    Maybe I don’t understand love

    I don’t understand why I have it

    I don’t understand why it’s overflowing

    What is it?

    Is it a substance?

    Life didn’t create it

    I’m sure of that

    Life may try to kill it though

    At this rate

    Who knows?

    I wish I could know what the purpose of this meeting was

    He’s the only person who has ever bought me flowers

    I think it was my birthday and it was sucking because we were poor and my dad didn’t care

    It probably weirded him out that I wrote a poem

    Except I literally do that for everyone

    Oh well

    Through the halls of memories I am dragged

    It was awful

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