Poetry

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

  • I had my phone in my hand

    I was talking to my landlord’s girlfriend

    I heard noises that sounded like music?

    I finished talking to my landlord’s girlfriend

    Came back over to sit down

    And my phone was in Spotify

    In my you playlist

    Playing it

    I can’t make this shit up

    How it got on

    Then from Facebook to Spotify

    To my playlists

    To that playlist

    And started playing

    I will never know

    “It’s a fact of life”

    I said as I sat down and laid eyes on my phone again

    Yeah and apparently you’re a fact of life too

    These strange things that happen

    I wonder if there’s anything in this world that can explain them

    Anyone

    Maybe I actually cut it

    Maybe this is the reverberation

    Someone tell my why

    That wasn’t even the playlist that was playing

    I have no idea how or why

    I wish I could wrap up the memory and send it as proof

    All the memories

    Lost though they may be

    Just another thing that happened

    And will fade

    Just another moment I was forcibly taken to you

    What is the meaning?

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  • Let me disappear into the guitar for a moment

    Somewhere I don’t need to be saved from

    As it goes

    I could almost take from it

    If I knew how

    Like it’s running my soul for a moment

    If I could just reach it

    Just like with my beautiful planet

    So close

    If I could wait an hour

    Of course I can’t

    It’s a very specific sound

    Is it a grumble?

    It’s hard to describe sound

    I could exist in this for a while

    If Time would let me

    I need something alive to live with

    When I’m searching for a sound

    It does sound tough

    To have to drown it

    I swear the strings of my heart are made the same

    To be played however the use sees fit

    No one has taken it but to wreck it

    What sound could come from it?

    Is it a lyre?

    That’s not all that I’ve got I’ve got lots more

    I’m just going to keep making the lyre joke

    In different ways

    Silently

    I need more affection than you know

    I wish I could think back

    To a place the future was shining

    Trick of the light

    It belonged to someone else

    Even the sky feels nostalgic

    Waiting under it a thousand thousand times

    Wouldn’t you?

    I wish I could set my gaze on you

    I hope I can open a window for you

    Big enough to fit through

    Declasp the latch

    I’m below a night sky

    With my fears and my lies

    Could you set me a direction?

    Put up a flare

    In the glare

    Overflowing with despair

    I think I feel your heart beating

    Somewhere in the sound

    Oh it’s just passive

    You’d have to know my soul to spot it

    If I see you at all

    Is it everyone except you?

    But when it’s him I can slip beneath the surface

    Speak our private things for a moment

    These secrets the celestial bodies know

    I wish I could tell them to someone

    It’s a shame I can’t feel real within being reflected

    Hey, mister one call away

    I hope you never forget how much I love you

    Hey mister here’s my number, I forget the rest

    I hope you find rest in the night

    I’m searching for it

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  • First thing

    Pulling myself up out of this muck

    I’m just barely making it

    Just barely

    There’s no way to stop myself from slipping ever more further backwards

    I could claw the ground and I’d still slip

    Treading water

    Beneath the surface

    Begging for a way out

    How I’ve lost track of the path

    Can’t even plod forward

    These flash floods have me

    Wishing on a light I see above that I hope is a star

    If there was something someone like me could do

    If there was work I could do

    If I could escape this hell

    Doing what I can do doesn’t seem to be enough

    I can’t follow any dreams here

    The pain

    I can’t describe

    How it claws me from the inside

    Like I claw the ground

    Dragging away

    It’s too much

    This urge to just give in

    Instead I have to somehow summon the strength

    Tell me where it comes from?

    If I search within I am so empty

    No energy

    No power

    Everything hurts

    If this love could light

    But then it would have to mean something

    I wonder what a single word would have changed?

    So many to choose from

    Don’t trust others with your fate

    But this me is so exhausted

    So drained

    Surely I’ve tried so hard for long enough?

    If you tell me it’s just a bit further I won’t believe you

    I’ve come so far

    So much nothing here

    So much everything everywhere

    Except right here

    And I am grateful for the Wind that rushes up to my knees just then

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    Oh and then there you are

    Both of you

    It’s like you know what my soul wants to say

    I’m trying to get back up on my feet

    But I truly believe I only have so much left in me

    You get back up enough times you start thinking this is getting stupid

    On repeat even

    Yeah it’s just too much

    Sometimes I wonder if I gave up

    What would change?

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  • It kills me

    What he must think of me

    How he must feel

    Imagining myself being brought up in front of hundreds to hear for my crimes

    Intentions are difficult

    When I have them it doesn’t seem to matter

    When I don’t have them things go colourless

    It’s on my mind enough

    Whether one is too much

    Wondering who else could possibly have him on their mind as much

    Rather zero

    But I don’t know how to disappear

    And this

    Well this was already too much

    So just adding to it can’t hurt

    At least that’s what I think

    I wonder what he’s doing

    Right this second

    Somewhere

    And then the Wind pulls me back

    In this moment

    The rain I wanted didn’t happen

    I’m only hoping there’s something significant in the works

    I feel very trapped

    In this place where I can do nothing

    But what should I do?

    Throw myself into the path of the flame?

    I tried that once

    Metaphorically

    I’d just catch fire and add to the already on fire fire

    In this world that I can do nothing

    And the one thing I did was just the worst thing in my life

    I don’t know if there is a place for me in this world

    You insist?

    She really likes an odd collection, doesn’t she?

    Mother

    I worry what he could think

    I can’t ever imagine it’s anything good

    Even if I sometimes imagine us laughing suddenly

    I wish I didn’t find myself in these day dreams

    It’s hard to pull myself from the wreckage of “waking up” from them

    I wish I had a normal life

    I wish I didn’t want to get involved with things that had nothing to do with me

    I have no idea how to change it

    Occupy my mind with something else

    I’m sitting beside this ember with a fan

    Listening to all it has to say as I fan it lazily

    Yes, that’s nice dear

    Why does my heart burn this way?

    Does everything important have to be invisible?

    I wish there was a way to undo whatever curse I put on myself

    I’ve said I’m sorry so many times

    Yet I still can’t seem to disappear

    A strange and pointless struggle

    I know that

    I do

    Can you put up with me for a while longer?

    Even trying my best I can’t seem to keep quiet

    The unfortunate truth of being me

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  • Well, Sooke is still there

    No twists that led to my fears coming true

    And there are clouds in the sky

    Maybe they heard me calling

    Now they just need to become thick and grey

    And actually rain

    Give the firefighters some help

    I don’t know where they came from

    These clouds

    Well, Hermes brought them

    Yes, thank you

    If people got to know all of you

    Would things go better more often?

    Or is another of those strange coincidences my life is filled with?

    In any case

    Rain

    Those poor creatures

    Those poor plants and trees

    Human caused, as usual

    There’s no surprise

    Only reserved acceptance

    Yup,

    Humans do that

    It took, what?

    1 month into Summer true

    Weather wise

    BC is on fire again

    I swear it wasn’t like this growing up

    Maybe we just didn’t know about it?

    My parents watched the news religiously though

    I don’t know

    All I can ask is you forgive this poor land the mistake of a fool

    The mistake of however many fools

    Fall I have felt you in the chill in the evening

    Please bring the rains early this year

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  • It’s okay for me to sleep right?

    I haven’t had too much?

    You wouldn’t take that away, right?

    What little, awful quality, actually restful, sleep I get?

    I swore that light was blue

    But now it’s green

    Green would be fine

    Really, any colour

    I have come such a long way

    And this… 迷宮

    No one enters

    Only sees the surface

    Only what is and not what was

    Not even me

    In wanting to protect my future

    I have become ashamed of the past

    In the interest of being the best me for no one but me

    Is that selfish?

    No one else really wants me though

    I can’t do things for the sake of people who don’t exist

    I have no recognition of it

    I just wished there was enough

    Enough to make him see how serious I’ve always been despite the madness

    A shattered dream

    And in the shards

    There’s not much life left to live

    If I’m being honest

    It doesn’t really feel like it

    Perpetual existence is so trying

    The weight of existence

    So do I persist only to dream?

    Ever searching for this hole in my soul to be filled

    Desperate for the day I don’t want anymore

    If only I could join them

    Even if it was just on the sidelines

    If you asked me what living is

    I’d say struggle

    There has been little else here for me

    Perhaps my soul was full of itself and needed this life

    The me who I am right now didn’t

    Sometimes I forget there are other galaxies

    So many things are happening in this space right now and none of them are someone coming to help me escape this hell

    If I were to believe

    Believe someone is coming

    I firmly believe you’d lead me through my whole life believing only for it to be for nothing

    Or you’d turn it into something sick like

    Yeah someone’s coming alright

    To kill you

    You haven’t given me the strength to believe

    Not in anything good for myself

    For other people, yes

    I see other people finding happiness all the time

    Shards and pieces

    It’s not whole

    It hasn’t been for a long time

    In my heart I’m searching for a place to sleep

    Repetitive dreams are more a life

    Than I’ll ever get to live

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