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 continues as usual.
My first interaction of the day being told to get a grip
Now I’m a dip shit
I told you I can’t handle this shit
Do I talk like this to people?
Do I actually deserve this?
Did I not give out enough discount-
She flew right up to me
Incoming hummingbird
Did she sense me suffering?
Why do people act as if someone being wrong is a moral failure?
I’m sorry being wrong makes me a bad person
I want to start today over
This just plunged me back into the pain of isolation
That this is all I’ll get today
Like there isn’t some thousand love letters among my stupidity
Like this is my punishment for treading near the feet of a god
It always feels like he has a hand in it
Even though he doesn’t
Maybe he did curse me
He probably did
It’s not fair that this is it
It’s not fair
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Let’s play a game
Am I crying because I’m drunk?
Or am I crying because I was dying for socialisation today and didn’t get any?
And now I’m being called a twat for disagreeing that some woman discovered the word demure
I want socialisation
I’m not a fucking woman
Use some other insult
I’ve never said things like that, have I?
To other people?
I don’t feel special
I haven’t felt special in decades
I feel like society’s trash
Everything is fine
It’s the alcohol
It’s the emotional tightrope I’m currently walking
Don’t know how to reconcile all my needs suddenly being met
With still feeling like a complete zero
Why are people so vicious?
I don’t feel like I deserved this reaction
I disagreed with a headline
Got told I was trying to feel special, was “flexing”, was “full of shit” and am a twat
I don’t think people understand my tone
Or what rhetorical questions are
I’m nothing compared to the people I meet online daily
Boisterous
Passionate
But I rarely say anything with the intent to hurt
That rarely is rarely ever before someone said something to hurt me first
The kicked animal bites
Wouldn’t it be nice to see a world where I have a companion?
I don’t need a saviour
I don’t need a guard
I don’t even need an advocate if you won’t spring that for me
Someone to talk to
The Owl flits into my brain for some reason
Hello, I hope you’re well
Just someone to…
Someone who I don’t feel guilty for bothering
God, there’s literally one person on the planet I don’t feel guilty for bothering and I probably should
Sorry
Why can’t things just align?
Can’t they?
That sentence doesn’t make sense not contracted
Cannot they?
If I could stand in front of him
Oh I don’t know who him is
I want to say “anyone”
Anyone ends up with me being smothered
If I’m specific that person won’t exist
I wish I could stand in front of someone who can really love me
Someone who would see me even though my outsides don’t match the inside
Why is that too much
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Just more proof I don’t speak the same language as other people
Apparently the word “demure” has been missing from the English lexicon and has just now been revived by Tik Tok
Some several hundred years of literature might disagree
Maybe not
Maybe I dreamed it being a word I use just as commonly as any other descriptor
When relevant
I don’t know
Still, is my life any better?
All these issues with me are the same
And it’s not that I don’t want to understand
It’s that they yell at me and tell me I’m wrong
And that’s it.
That’s fine
That as usual it’s not just what I said that’s wrong it’s that I’m wrong
Is there any real progress besides putting a shiny bow on things?
I don’t know how to make words work
Someone tell me the right words?
It’s fine
I want to connect to people
But I can’t
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Cosmic DJ never let me go
But instead of bringing these words
And those words
Bring me words I can sing
Immediately they comply
Thanks a bunch
Opening the door of dreams
Dream’s door?
I wish I could know why we haven’t met
What’s keeping me from you
If I could just sing
People would understand me if I could just sing
These words things, I’m so bad at them
So bad at aligning them in such a way that works
What I want to say is not containable in so many characters and syllables
And the rain falls
What does everything mean?
Things just happen too…
My life is too well written
Thrashing and screaming, dragging myself along
Ask for help a few times
Suddenly money happens
It’s too well written to be random
Too well thought out
But it’s also pointedly missing something huge
Companionship
In any form
I miss Supi
She was my little piggy soul mate
A bond unquestionable
It’s gone from my life
It’s really raining now
Late Summer downpour
It’s just so ビミョウ
Well that word won’t translate, but whatever
Without someone to share with
I’m now fine, financially, for a while
But I’m still alone
Eight days
I’ll probably shatter again
You have no power over me
I say and then am blown apart by a single verse
The internet is a bad place for me
Nice, immediately agree
I could make it a vacation but I feel so nervous traveling
Solo disabled person who can’t defend themselves travels around Vancouver late at night, no vehicle
Yah, okay
It would be nice if I could become famous so my actual one love could find me
Become known so I can help them find me
It can’t be my destiny to be alone
It can’t be because the Universe wouldn’t do that to me
I’m not a bad person
Bored and irrational, yes
I invite any other person to just go years without seeing anyone of importance for more than five minutes
I apparently get stuck to every innuendo too
I’m so damn lonely
He’s back again
Oh holy fuck
It’s the exact song I was just borrowing from
These strange things
Ey, oh, where’d the rock and roll go?
God
All I need to understand is that I will be alright?
Because a billion strangely convenient coincidences besides the one I need?
It’s not fair that love is so easy for me, but I rarely see it returned
I’m not good at love, there being a yin and a yang to me
I want to try though
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Something to bring a smile to my face
Despite the pain
Despite it
I feel like I’m being cut in half by pain
It’s cruel
My body doing this to me
Sure, it’s only an hour lost, but it’s not like I stop being in pain just because I left work
The ache
The way my back clicks with every move
If this is how you feel
I’m doing the exact opposite
How much noise can I make?
I want to go somewhere and just scream from the pain
I remember me as a kid, falling and scraping my knee
And how much that hurt
And my parents telling me not to cry
Sometimes or they’d give me something to cry about
It’s not that bad
That poor kid didn’t have any idea what lay in wait
Agony
I feel like pain personified yet again
If pain proves I’m alive
Am I the most alive person?
Expired opiates didn’t help
If only my doctor would give me something
They never believe how bad the pain is
Around in circles
I wish for so many things
Life goals
It all has to be done through pain
Through agony
This thick sheet of pain
Obscuring my vision
Making it hard to hear
My anxiety is higher
Could answer for some of it
Oh sweet relief
Eludes me
I don’t remember what it feels like to not be in pain
Currently I’m on fire in my chest
My hips ache
My back aches
I don’t have the energy to interact with others right now
Please ease off
Please
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That moment when Hermes is like Look I can bring you a feather too!
And I’m like thanks, but it’s blowing away I can’t catch it
And it conveniently stops flying away
So much so it made me giggle
Yes I will 拾うthe feather
And I forgot that music this morning for a moment
Now that was brain melting music
As far as I could understand the majority of the lyrics consisted of the words “I like it” repeated over and over
Followed by someone saying “He likes it” a few times
It’s so sad that some of these songs have decent melodies because they’re being wasted on, frankly, what sounds like an AI who was spoon fed lyrics written by 10 years olds wrote.
That moment I’m itching to know if he’s using AI to write his lyrics
What a sad world to live in
That creativity belongs to machines
If you haven’t fallen that far, don’t
But I wouldn’t put it past you
What are you running from?
Because popular lyrics
Just take the colour out of life now
Man I miss Linkin Park
Even their newer pop-y stuff had more depth than anything most people write
And then I smiled and the Sun came out
Trying not to laugh out loud at the man that just cursed our store
For not being open yet when it’s closed
Oooh day with the Queen of the store
Sounds fun