Poetry

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

  • Back to apologising for my presence

    A step back

    Probably to be expected

    A fall back

    If I’m not singing it back

    What am I doing?

    Singing it out?

    As ordered?

    There’s so little to gain

    And I am again ashamed

    To have needs

    To present them

    Now I’m having a sugar crash

    Alcohol will save me

    I bought a TV

    My last TV broke and then I got a really crappy second hand sound sucks…

    Old ass fucking TV

    I haven’t had a new TV in over 10 years

    Kind of excited

    Kind of ashamed for buying something

    Wanting the things to be able to enjoy stuff

    It wasn’t an expensive TV

    It was the cheapest 1080p one I could find

    If I remember correctly it’s cheaper than my last one

    And yet I want to apologise for just existing

    It’s so weird it’s like there’s a me that feels so ashamed for even existing and then a me that unapologetically does what is best for me

    Thinking back to the me that wanted a TV but couldn’t have a nice one

    Not even a decent one

    This is like a reward for them

    But of course, it’s finite

    This age of rewarding my poor, stressed, trying too hard, mind

    Is temporary

    But shouldn’t I enjoy it while I can?

    This consolation prize?

    Sorry you can’t find love

    Here’s some money

    Queer fucking Universe

    Worse than me

    This place

    What do I do to redeem myself?

    What do I do to take my life into my own hands for once?

    I wish I wasn’t ashamed of my own existence

    Why does it never feel okay,

    Even after they say it is?

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  • This is one of the sucky parts of self study

    I want to say something

    I have a word

    The word feels like it’s wrong

    Google says it’s right but I still feel like it’s wrong in this context

    I can’t get Google to register it

    頼む?

    それの方が

    Now I’m stuck on ほうs

    I don’t know if the 方法 is 方 or 法

    I actually do know I just thought that sentence sounded fun

    No one to ask

    Sometimes I say things and know it’s not quite right but translation only goes so far

    Everyone translates everything differently

    If the two translations between my translators more or less feel the same I’m probably right

    But 注文

    Feels different

    Learning alone

    I’ve had many mistakes

    勘違い

    It’s hard to form a language from nothing

    No foundation

    At least I have the foundation now

    Still I find myself wandering aimlessly through vocabulary

    The ravens are crowing

    The crows in Japan were bigger than our ravens

    And I got to talk to one

    I want to go back

    I try so hard to keep the language real and malleable in my mind

    If everything I’ve ever said I worked hard at before was a lie, this would be the truth

    I’ve worked my hardest to create and keep Japanese in my life

    It’s the one thing that no one could convince me otherwise

    I worked my ass off for Japanese

    And this is in no way saying it wasn’t worth it

    I’d do it again

    And languages deserve hard work

    They are what has been passed to us

    Generation to generation

    From the first being who used vocalization as communication

    I think that’s what my strange overdose dream thing was telling me

    Language is sacred

    It’s also fluid

    Ever changing

    Like a substance unknown to the Universe

    From one thing into the next

    Sometimes having almost no remnant of what was before

    We don’t know what words our ancestors spoke

    We know their feelings

    Their emotions

    The human experience and the words that we attach to them now

    And everything is different now

    I can’t just hop on a boat and go disappear into the Japanese countryside

    But with Japanese, at least, I can feel the tongues of millions who spoke these same words before me

    Japanese, other than the past 80 years or so, has mostly stayed very similar

    I speak words ancient

    Japan’s peculiar preservation

    It’s just cool

    Knowing another language is cool

    Becoming intimately aware of the culture of words

    That was weird I feel like someone just unplugged and replugged in reality for a second

    Strange neurological symptoms

    Don’t mind me

    Language is a doorway

    Many people choose to stand in it and never go through

    Language is a doorway that toddlers are ushered through with celebration

    But it’s seldom the same for children, or adults

    Treated instead as an obligation

    You must have gone through the door

    Japanese was a door I found by myself

    Maybe it found me

    It has always been in my life

    I remember so vividly saying サヨナラ at the end of piano class

    I can’t remember the teacher

    Or her race

    I was so small I didn’t even register stupid stuff like that yet

    This was either during or before grade 1

    I feel like it was well before though because I distinctly remember the approach from the car and we’d moved by then

    Memories from so long ago

    Yeah, there’s Japanese

    One of those chance meetings I guess

    I seem to get those with everything but humans

    Difficult

    But I’ll figure it out

    I hope anyways

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  • It’s the way the dog perks up when I come out

    No one’s ever excited to see me

    I feel unimportant

    To anyone

    But this dog that isn’t even mine is happy to see me

    Why can’t humans do that?

    Light up a little bit when they see me

    I don’t think wanting to feel important is limited to me

    And I don’t want the world to revolve around me

    I’m not expecting people who don’t know me to be excited to see me

    I just want people in my life to be

    I don’t see my mum for months and she’s like hi hunny

    Like we see eachother every day

    I want to feel like my presence has meaning

    Like it’s not just guaranteed

    Like I’m not

    I feel like furniture

    Like everyone is so used to me that I’m barely even noticed

    How does it feel to be seen?

    How does it feel when everything finally fits into place?

    When is that ever going to happen for me?

    I’m just a spirit held together by devices

    And fleeting thoughts that leave so fast I’m left breathless

    What was I doing

    Doubt is all I am

    Probably all I’ll ever be

    To be seen

    And I truly believed that moment would be

    When you met me

    Left with it

    The doubt

    There’s nothing left here’s something to hold on to

    It’s doubt

    I mean

    At least the dog gets excited

    I’m not completely unworthy of it

    I wonder where I was going to be

    Why am I in the Universe where this happens?

    Why can’t I even remember the mistake I made?

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  • It’s so strange to feel okay

    Heart tucked away

    Best outcome

    Maybe it was all just an exercise in knowing my heart is too much for this world

    Maybe it was a lesson to keep it quiet

    Silent

    Don’t listen to your heart

    What a lesson

    Foolish thing that it is

    It aches to think of

    Trapped yet so near

    Inside yet out

    So sure

    So wrong

    And I am alone

    I have online contacts

    But my life is devoid of actual presence

    There is no trusting something that led me here

    Hell if I lived by my heart

    I’d be an actual stalker

    I’m obsessive

    It’s probably the neurodivergence

    That I get stuck on things

    People

    Probably also that I so rarely have things

    But I’m okay

    As usual I just tripped or something

    Fell in a hole

    Somehow I’m here

    Every night I lost myself

    Every day I tried to end

    You would think taking an entire bottle of ibuprofen would do something

    Especially since it was the third time and I didn’t go to the hospital to drink charcoal

    Sanity says something something, internal biology, sorry liver

    Insanity says Death is trying to avoid me while also being in my dreams every night

    It’s all very confusing

    What would I do without these questions?

    I want to exist in a world where I can answer them

    Or else be normal like everyone else

    Visible

    Invisible

    Just less me, I guess

    Trying to be normal made me miserable

    Not being normal makes me miserable

    It’s truly a mystery

    So many mysteries

    I remember an emotion

    Upon hearing I’d never know the answers

    Rage coupled with despair

    A bitter taste

    That was years ago

    Some place

    Some time

    And I’ve grown more reserved

    A weary sigh

    I suppose not

    But I’m okay

    Somehow I keep going

    I’m going to

    And this is the worst outcome I could have imagined

    But it’s better this way

    It has to be

    Made it out alive

    Surviving

    Not living

    Still killing time until Time kills me with all my devices

    It has to be

    All’s well that ends well

    Right?

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  • Good night and goodbye to Arcturus

    Sun chaser

    Left with the boy

    His dagger

    The kite

    Leaving only the Dipper that led him across the sky

    Oh this place

    You’re talking about this place

    This place that only we know

    This world orchestrated by a chorus of lights

    This place I can wander for hours

    This place I was left with

    The only friends I could find

    Glitter

    Shining shards of something great and terrifying

    And, yeah, I’m always here

    Even on the nights they’re blocked out

    Underneath them

    Within them

    It’s all held just so just because they’re all there

    Without them the galaxy would be nothing but a hole in space

    Because they’re there the galaxy is here

    If they weren’t here to illuminate it

    There would be nothing to see

    Oh tell me

    How I can shine like you

    Brilliant somethings

    What are you?

    Who knows

    That I’m of you

    Back and back

    How do I shine as bright?

    Why are you playing this music I’m trying to be poetic

    Oh they’d all stumble and fall in my shoes

    Left to the stars

    The light from the cities is obscene

    There are trillions more

    You’re pleasing the Cat

    Hmm

    A problem

    A shame

    Yeah I’m the Goku of mental health this isn’t even my final form

    And, foolish thing

    But we’ll march

    As you say

    I don’t know who I’m insulting

    But it still resonates

    Of course, it’s not raining

    But we’ll do our best to say so long

    Tiny machine in the sky

    What am I doing now I wonder?

    Not even one

    What if you get not even one?

    But

    Damn it

    I can be okay right?

    No love

    Signs of love

    No real love

    There’s no way for me to be real

    But I can be okay like this, right?

    Just keep going

    I want to cry

    Because accepting that I’m alone

    That this is my life

    Even if my heart can’t be stopped, won’t return

    Can I let it go and say thanks for the memories

    I don’t need you anymore

    You don’t need a heart to do good things

    If I followed it

    Well, precisely

    Dissociate for a bit

    I love my lights

    They hold me here

    They find me

    Go find the rings

    Before they disappear

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  • There’s not much to say today

    After all, how many times can I say

    It’s better off this way

    Say I have nothing left?

    Take everything away and yet I am

    For some reason

    How is it I persist to be?

    The original wolf

    The original is much better

    This sunset

    The sky is that charming pink colour

    I don’t believe

    Anything

    Bewildered and nothing more

    How can I trust even myself after this?

    Most people don’t carry a regret as heavy as mine

    Was thinking so much

    Yet thinking never happened

    What I would do in the event of colossal failure

    Wasn’t even a thought in my mind

    Because I believed

    Believing is dangerous

    Why is every song by that artist but Believe playing?

    Not summoning songs now, I’m summoning artists

    I want to be a part of something

    But announcing announcements is obnoxious

    An apple falls

    Odd that I never heard them until the tree was gone

    As if the yard hadn’t fully rendered yet

    Sometimes I’m convinced that I’m the Universe and its just me

    Everything else is filler

    Both the one and of it

    Try not to go crazy without anything, me

    Two days

    Send me a sign

    That I didn’t do all of this for nothing

    I’m waiting until yesterday means something

    Until then, what’s there to say than what’s been said before?

    In this world with nothing for me

    Forcing myself into shapes for the sake of others

    And the one time I felt I was finally free

    Was a mirage

    What is it but a chronicle of pain?

    When can I fill it with hope for others to see?

    I suppose if you find hope in seeing that someone can keep going with nothing but devices

    I did want to be in his heart

    Well he did say it was a tragedy if read forwards

    I thought it was a joke

    Or something about everything up until then being a tragedy

    Is that all it is?

    A damn shame?

    The pink has faded

    Arcturus

    Oh I almost did

    Wish that on the star

    Don’t listen to my heart

    It’s delirious

    We’ve been trying to smother it

    The space around us keeps reminding it

    Cruelly

    Do you remember?

    Of course I do

    It just happened

    Don’t let it out

    It’ll do something terrible

    Desperate not to be the end

    But this was an end

    Cruelly

    It’s the beginning again

    ずっと

    When do I get to see the light up close?

    Chasing it from afar

    You could have saved me so much time with some simple words

    Ever the carrot

    Never to eat

    You can revel at the fact that I’m still standing all you want but

    There’s going to be a day when I’m not

    At this rate

    Enjoy it while it lasts I guess

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