Poetry
This is the general category of fuckery that goes on and on and doesn’t seem interested in stopping.
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I socialised
With people
Actual people
Not text on a screen
Real
I could read their reactions to my subjects and change the topic depending
And I’m not the best at reading reactions
I’m not
But I could try
I couldn’t figure out when to talk
That’s something that has become much worse in my isolation
I interrupt people accidentally
Infer the end of their sentence for them
It’s not on purpose
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I have to do my best to try to solve these problems
But I don’t have any practice
And then I was on the side of the street and back to once
Silly heart
Yeah we’ve fucked up
Maybe I’ve come to hate them
Overflowing with love
It’s only when I’ve been starved for attention that I lash out
In the wrong direction
There’s a squirrel above my head
And the people in this neighborhood say hello when they walk by
Am I not invisible?
Curious
Ooooh another horse
And there’s dogs everywhere
I like this place
Horses are gorgeous beasts
Loafs with necks on stilts
The ocean is right there but I can’t visit them
I think I still know how to talk
Right?
The downside of this is, of course, the withdrawal
Socialisation is a drug
And now I have to go through the process of disappearing again
The long, difficult process
The next time my brain needs someone to talk to I have to tell it there’s no one again
Another horse
I love the sound of their feet
They wanted to come visit me
Oh another!
Oh Poseidon you spoil me so
I feel well loved here
With your scent carried by the winds
There is a place here
Is this where I’m headed next?
So few of my sudden divergences into uncharted territory have no meaning
Another place I know and don’t know
I wouldn’t mind knowing it better
I almost fear going home
When I walk in
I’ll be alone again
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Whispers of old conversations flow through me
Things I shouldn’t have said
Things I should have
And traveling back to them
My mind wants a do over
I gently tell it time has passed
You’re days, months, years late
It still flits to them
As if there’s a way to alter the past through remembering
I try to remind it that the memory gets more dirty the more you go to it
Slowly warped by time
As it goes
And these memories
They enter my mind
I agonize over it for a moment
And then they’re gone
And I can’t even remember what I was worrying over
Drive by torture
À la my own brain
So many things I wish I did differently
At least besides the great regret
There isn’t much I’ve done these past years to harm anyone
And usually I apologise when I’m less than personable for whatever reason
I’m trying
These regrets
They’re about a different me
A me who is long gone
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Maybe that’s just me
Handling a me that’s less than perfect
My biggest critic is me
I know that
And I deserve better than this
Hours locked in the halls of my mind
I deserve better
I deserve someone I can talk to without feeling like a burden
So that when my mind closes me in I have a rope to pull myself out again
And you may think I’m just a child crying about not having enough
I can guarantee I’m in the ranking for most lonely person
It’s not a tantrum
I deserve better than this
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There’s a part of me that wishes everything would go right
And there is a part of me that is afraid to be real with people
Because I’ve been hurt so many times
Because I’ve never been enough
While simultaneously being too much
There’s a dawn to even the darkest night
But what if I’m a rogue planet?
Hurtling through the cosmos?
Is there any hope for me, besides crashing?
Or perhaps to escape the gravity of even the greatest star devourers, out into the endless nothing?
Signaling a nearby star did nothing
I desperately I wanted to revolve around someone
So desperately
Maybe revolve with someone around something
I feel, in the evening, among to sounds of late Summer gatherings, so devoid of connection in this place
You’re still the one
And I don’t know why
And I don’t know why
But this is more about them than it is about me
Still about their happy ending
And mine is still gone
This song isn’t about me
It’s endless
This road I’ve taken
And lonely
What a curious moment for Arcturus to pop through the clouds
If it’s not right in front of me it’s like it was never there at all
Kissing the stars goodnight
Coming and going behind the clouds
What is the meaning of a smile?
Why does it feel like a secret power bestowed by the gods?
Like something I own, but that I also give away
To any passing spirit that grabs my attention
I wish I could fix this world
Quell the fears
So much fear
Something that can be hard to handle if you’re not trained
I’ve done nothing but face my fears these past few weeks
It is a mystery
Really, he should feel special
Oh well
Maybe I’m just not interested in people?
No, that’s obviously a lie
But people always turn out
Colder than I expected
What is this, Queen hour?
Somebody to Love is like my begrudging anthem
I wish I had somebody to love
Someone to accept it
Who recognises that it’s been damaged beyond believe and needs help repairing
I guess if it’s not
I should be more thoughtful of the thing
I have missed every day without you
And the clock ticks away
May the same thing that saves me save you
For some reason I have to fight
So you do too
It’s just a song
Someday we’ll be thinking about how that song isn’t about us anymore
Until then I suppose the night is my life
And the day is an unfortunate in
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The loneliness
Fills every crevice
My lungs drown in it
My smile just for the gods because no one else sees it
They don’t know I’m never smiling behind my mask
Faking it
It’s in everything I do
My desperation for connection with someone
Can’t we just be two creative minds connecting?
Why is he your answer to my loneliness?
The man who told me all my friends would get bored of me and leave
And was right?
I was foolish to believe the brainwashing about friends being forever
I was also a child
And adults should know better than painting unattainable fantasies for their young
It’s a good thing I can’t get drugs right now
Made me promise myself I wouldn’t go looking
Show some of my power over self and keep it
How I want to disappear into brain melt
It would be bearable
The endless loneliness
If you’d give me something to keep the edge off
I do not need to calm down
Okay maybe
Cosmic DJ shut your damn face
I’m not okay. I’m not okay.
I’m not okay…
I will be
This is a moment
You know, the something to take the edge off could be a human
Urgeless beings telling the being with nothing but urges to control them
Control your perfect timing, why don’t you?
Yes, pain.
And I know it’s a lie
I know it’s a lie and I’ll just feel awful whenever I’m not doing it and the only time I’ll feel is when I’m high
No, okay, thank you for the metaphysical full body shake
This loneliness
It is swallowing me whole
Who knows what the meaning behind these happenings is
It’s doing a fine job of keeping me sane
Good job, something
Just sane enough
It’s like I’m drowning but this mysterious beast just comes along every once in a while and refills my lungs
Beasts?
Who knows
Sometimes it feels like there’s a billion different things
And one
Taking care of me
Wondering how I could be that special
But maybe everyone has their own chorus
Hermes thinks that’s funny
Maybe not in the classical sense, okay?
Guardian spirits
Maybe anyone can connect to the Sun
That would be how I prefer it
I only want to be I little bit special
Like special to one person
Not to everything
I want to be noticed
I don’t want to stand out
Both of these things are true
I would trade my soul for a wish
I wish I had a friend nearby who could come to visit me.
I wish they would help me around the house sometimes and not hold it against me and understand that I need help
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People endlessly tell me how stupid I am and then I assume everyone knows what I know because I’m so stupid and then people attack me as if I’m showing off
I don’t understand
What do you want from me?
I try so hard to just exist
It’s endless
It’s endless
I just want it to stop
What a stupid reason to cry
So I’m stupid right?
So why doesn’t everyone know what I know?
Frustrating
Maddening
Humanity is going to drive me insane
Must conform exactly to how they want me to be or else they’ll attack me
I’m stupid
I can’t figure out what they want from me
How did a lighthearted comment get all this?
Like I’m happy for her.
People tell me I’m illiterate
But I apparently know too many words?
People tell me all these things they see about me
Repeatedly
But then I’m apparently showing off?
If I’m so stupid why does everyone get pissed off at me for “being better” when I’m not?
This is my socialisation for the day
So far I’m a dip shit who shows off and tries to seem superior
I just want to connect with someone
Why are they like this?
Why can’t you swallow my loneliness?
I attract people who hurt me
I tried to find someone who wouldn’t
It’s been 7 years almost
The isolation started in November 2017
One year of abuse
I don’t have any armour left
You destroyed it when you made me meet with my father
Do you want the grey?
I can’t maintain contentment when this is happening
I’m stupid
Why does everything I say blow up in my face
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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