Poetry

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

  • Maybe it’s finally left me

    I doubt it though

    I just can’t seem to think anything today

    Did, but didn’t, make breakfast for myself today

    At least I managed that

    There’s nothing like having nothing to say

    I feel like so much has tumbled out of me

    It should only follow that there would be times the torrent would ebb

    To no one

    To no one

    I don’t have enough in me to get what I truly want

    I’m missing something

    And there’s no one to tell me what it is

    It was supposed to be easy

    No you never said that this would be easy

    It was still supposed to be

    There’s no way I would willingly enter into a deal that includes the possibility of collosal failure

    I already know about the power of absolute failure

    The percentage chance that no matter what happens you will never succeed

    I don’t know why I thought anything would come of it

    You can’t just put effort into things

    You have to put effort into things in the way they want or it’s useless

    Pointless

    Meaningless

    There’s nothing here but questions and words

    Questions that will never have answers and words that will never live

    Like why did I even try?

    And higher, desire, and fire.

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  • I really don’t like the way I’m portrayed

    Helpless they in distress

    I hate this part of the weak person

    In my subconscious I could go anywhere

    In reality I’m stuck like this

    And need help

    But I don’t want to need help

    I haven’t wanted to need help this entire time

    I wanted to be entirely independent

    The rain is pouring

    Like really pouring

    A good, sustained, rain

    It’s not helpless

    It can continue its life going up and down

    Into things

    I hate it

    Being at the mercy of others

    Because they have none

    They’ve demonstrated

    Think I should just work harder

    I worked harder until my body broke and then I couldn’t work hard anymore

    And they told me to work harder still

    It’s all very dehumanizing and all

    It’s all very oh woe is me

    It’s not like I haven’t searched the depths for joy

    It’s not like I really need to be well, right?

    Do you know how badly I want to just be better?

    And fine?

    I wish I could just get by

    Just get by

    Maybe then I’d be satisfied

    I doubt it

    I keep wanting these strange things called human relationships

    So you wish for a normal life?

    Cause I do

    I wish I wasn’t going to sleep alone tonight

    I wish my body didn’t hurt so much

    Bless the fucking rain anyways

    Kiss it

    Beautiful stuff

    The pain though

    I wish that 4 hours at work today hadn’t tired me out this much.

    4 hours.

    I used to work 10 hour shifts like they were a walk in the park

    Even did a 12 hour one once

    4.

    I want to apologise to my body with fibromyalgia for doing that because I gave all my hours away in my 20s apparently

    Body said, nope you’ve worked your life’s worth

    I am a damsel (I’m not but for the point of the quote I will be)

    And I am in distress

    But I’ve got this

    I want to have got this

    I thought I’d have it figured out

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  • Yeah, there goes my heart

    Again

    As usual

    Probably right on time too

    Imagine

    If imaginings were real

    Then I miss you

    But I lived in my head

    I think being called out

    Like something had go change right then

    I didn’t want to interact with this world

    Dreams and imaginings so much better than any reality could ever be

    Ah, my anchor

    My tether

    Is it a mistake?

    Maybe

    The worst

    You are

    In my mind

    You’re the place I find my heart

    Silly thing

    Come back home and stop wasting your

    Our

    Time

    Why do I feel like I was dreaming them again?

    I wish there was a way to course correct

    But I think I’m too happy to wake up then

    Too happy to even imagine something like reality exists

    In space again

    It’s funny when I’m dreaming I’m in space I’m fine

    But when I remember dreaming I was in space I get this strike of terror

    Peculiar

    All at once like I’m afraid I’ll never come back

    Love you Mom

    Apparently it’s hard to know how terrifying something is until I’m awake

    Me in my dreams

    His friend

    Helping the old couple

    In that funny house

    Being courageous

    Going to freaking space

    Sometimes I’ll be dreaming and reality will leak in and I’ll realise I’ve lost my walker or my cane

    He seriously could have had me

    The Wolf

    It’s all so confused

    What could have been in reality

    Could I even be me in my dreams?

    I’m being exploited again

    It was so nice, that year where the corporation just butted the fuck out

    Dream me would quit

    I’ve had so many dreams where I quit a job

    I worked briefly in a fast food restaurant last night

    Dreams are so weird

    My brain still remembers all the

    Beeping

    Hey

    Yo

    Somehow I’m still here

    Just being

    Yeah my heart will go there if you do that

    Nothing is so terribly terrifying

    Nothing doesn’t make sense so the Universe had to be here

    Straight up into the celestial bodies

    If all of this was destined

    I’d really like to speak to the author

    Imagine

    Keeping on to face this destiny

    Sometimes I wonder if today was my last day on Earth

    Would I even die rather than live to spite that this is my life and I’ll just keep suffering thank you very much

    Can’t seem to live

    Can’t seem to disappear

    I could swear I can smell the ocean

    I wish I could go places I’ve always gone

    No one could have prepared me for this life

    I should have died a long time ago

    Sometimes I’m really mad that I didn’t

    But I have spent precious moments with these great beasts

    I would continue this suffering if it means I can stay with them

    Isn’t that strange?

    I am strange though

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  • Was today typical?

    Typical

    Pulling myself from bed

    Going out for a morning smoke

    Dressed, protein shake drunk, out the door for work

    But no

    No it was there

    Like an entire person holding on to me

    The weight of my body being far worse than usual

    Went through the day as if everything was normal

    Did

    But like a spectre

    The weight of my limbs

    The way the world starts spinning if I turn my head too much

    Headache come and gone

    No, seriously, haven’t had a drink in well over a week, no explanation

    Body

    Today was shorter than usual

    Which is good, because I’m barely here

    Do I remember the last 4 hours?

    No

    Customers were tame today

    That was nice

    My eyes are the colour people seldom comment on

    Because I didn’t have the energy today

    If you knew me you’d notice

    Heh

    Quiet

    Today, so far

    Besides my job backing out of an agreement (that had a doctor’s note) suddenly because Corporation

    It looks like the Sun might come out

    The unJuly-like clouds, welcome

    The rain, a memory of a different time

    It was beautiful

    No, not typical

    But, yes, typical

    I will go home alone

    Finish up my crochet project

    I’ll dive into the night again

    Saturn as soon as you appeared the clouds did too

    It’s a conspiracy

    I don’t know how I’m going to keep going

    This weight

    It’s so much more than I could have imagined

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  • Finally, sirens

    Screaming into the night

    Bless the rain

    May it fall and drench everything

    Wouldn’t that be lovely?

    If I kiss the rain can it be for you instead?

    You’re pretty

    Do your best

    And sparkle into being

    It would be true for both

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    Oh, please fall

    Fall autocorrected to call

    Silly phone

    No one’s calling

    Can you please give me the power to go into tomorrow?

    I somehow appeared today

    Still can’t manage to take care of myself

    Rent money dwindling

    Fuck

    I want to show the world a me that can function tomorrow

    Maybe I should tell myself to do my best

    But it’s what I’ve been doing and it’s not enough

    Never enough

    Why did I just hear a crow?

    Go back to sleep crow

    Little by little

    It’s become too much to bear

    Bear

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    No it’s right

    Can never be too sure

    People keep telling me I’m the one seeing things wrong

    And the emptiness that this silence has created

    It’s hard to trust myself

    It’s just an echo chamber here

    Of me and me

    As soon as something happens I doubt I saw what I saw

    But what am I to do?

    Throw myself in the general direction of

    Someone who is essentially no one

    It’s just cultivated emotions

    They prey on them like vampires

    Forever trying to create a bond that is simply a line of energy straight from their herd to them

    Manufactured

    An imagined connection

    When none actually exists

    What do you want me to do?

    If you ever give me the chance to be

    In his gaze

    I’ll get right on it

    Until then

    You’re going to have to figure it out on your own

    It’s just another day gone by

    In solitary

    Doing my best all this time hasn’t changed that

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  • I imagine running away

    Just away

    Into the unknown

    But I know I would be hungry, cold, and miserable

    I need an address for PWD anyways

    I wouldn’t make it very far either

    I’d probably end up curled up on the side of the road somewhere

    There are things worse than this

    Sometimes it’s hard to believe

    I may not have rent, yet again, but

    Things could be worse

    We aren’t in the worse yet

    It’s really sad to think this is the good times in comparison to what happens afterward

    This was the good times

    Gods, forgive me

    I’m not happy

    And the thought of it getting worse is just

    I can’t see the ending

    But I can see what stretches before it

    A life of struggling

    And pain

    I do not believe this is the life that was supposed to be for me

    You wouldn’t put me through something I can’t handle

    But I can’t handle it

    Why did you make me so alone?

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