Poetry

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

  • Doing tiny good things

    Reaching out to people who are struggling

    Giving them a bit of the Tohru treatment

    I didn’t realise it could make a difference

    I hope it did

    Hold on little light

    I know the words in my soul

    Why are they not for me?

    I was waiting for someone else to say them

    Even though I know they’re true

    I wanted him to say them

    Why can’t you come out and face me

    Face to face

    And say the words I need to hear?

    It’s not enough from myself

    It feels

    It still feels like I can’t just decide these things for myself

    Why then should I be able to decide them for others?

    Why kindness for others and not me?

    I want other people to be gentle with themselves

    I hope I made a difference

    I hope that person gets back up

    Like I do

    I want to teach people that

    It doesn’t matter how far down the beast hits you

    You can get up

    If there is something to be apathetic towards

    It is suicide

    Meh, I’ll get to it later

    And just keep putting it off until you come back around

    The beast backs off

    You can scream you want to die, over and over if you want to

    If letting the universe know helps

    I’m sorry people so rarely care

    Or they act as if wanting to die is some psychosis

    I have experienced psychosis

    I have experienced depression induced suicidal thoughts

    When I scream I want to die

    What I usually mean is I want to be loved

    What I don’t need is irritation that they have to deal with me and my thoughts

    That’s all I’ve ever had

    I want to be a gentle place for stars to land

    So many missions

    I just fear I’ll never be able to stand up to my own expectations

    Let alone anyone else’s

    May there never be a day I’m blind to you Sol

    It’s funny I can still feel your pressure even though the light is filtered

    Is some other thing the pressure?

    When I feel it I forget for a moment

    All the things I should be doing

    Thinking of

    Worrying about

    I want others to step into the light with me

    To stand up to this monster and say

    Not me, bitch

    Not me

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  • Today you roar

    Yesterday I felt alone

    Dared the leaves to move

    Today you crash all around

    Am I a lost cause?

    I don’t know what you expect of me

    I don’t know how to meet expectations I don’t know

    Every day at work is the same

    Things I can do

    All I wanted is out of reach

    How dare I even think of doing things for his smile’s sake?

    I feel like I’ve transgressed enough

    Trespassed enough

    It’s hard to pour it out without that push

    It’s never the right time

    Never the right words

    How could I possibly be interesting enough?

    At my side

    The bass doesn’t hit the same when it’s you

    How you’re both

    I think our similarities

    And differences get in the way

    If only you could step out of the gale and see me

    If I had a song to sing

    I thought we tried already and that was the ending

    Then again there’s you like

    And you

    Why does it always bring a smile to my face?

    That dark blue

    Yellow blue

    Just such beautiful things

    All around me

    I don’t fit

    I wish I could be something worth seeing

    That you’d actually come

    I don’t have to choose imagination things

    I fear I’ll disappear

    Like the wind yesterday

    It reminds me it came back

    I wish I could go to the place I always dream of tonight

    Summon the great being

    Finally come home to his embrace

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  • It’s not always a happy ending

    I’ve filled my life with many a digital pet

    Hoping that something needing me will keep me going

    But I was also drunk from noon until 7 last night

    It’s so hard to keep going

    When there’s no goal

    There’s nothing needing me

    You can’t really expect me to believe my own madness

    I play with it, but in the end it’s not like anything has ever really proven them

    I’m sure uncanny moments can be explained away

    If I don’t play with my own madness I’m alone

    Abjectly so

    It comes on like affection

    And fades away with despair

    Wanting to send it to your heart

    That never once listened for me

    I wish I could undo all the effort

    Trying to drown the words just makes the day hard to face

    How am I to continue with nothing to go to?

    Give me something?

    Just a little

    Just a little

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  • Mustn’t break the streak

    I’d be mad if I did

    Even though my body is angry today

    I don’t usually sleep from 11pm to 1pm

    It feels like weeks just caught up with me

    Like all the work I’ve been doing suddenly came to collect tax

    That’s the thing about this disease

    It’s bad enough being taxed and then left for dead by the government

    But now my body does it too

    I wish I had a way to go back in time and warn myself

    It gets so much worse

    Remember all those people with their fake smiles saying it gets better?

    No, wrong, do not trust

    I wish I could fly

    To where my heart wants to be

    They’re useless wings

    How long do I have to foolishly believe something for it to happen?

    Sometimes I see blue eyes

    And think of him

    This song makes me think of him

    Why it comes to me I do not know

    When I love you doesn’t matter

    Not without meaning but without reaching

    Send it into the sky

    Pray it would reach you

    In a good moment throughout the day

    Something that makes you smile like I’ve never seen

    But even now

    この頼りない羽で

    届かないよね

    Believeか

    If I feel cold it’s not against you

    Only that you cannot endlessly warm yourself

    These embers

    Hot to touch yet warming nothing

    片想いで自分を温めるつもりだったか?

    変わった人ね

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  • Ah damn it

    No matter what I do I come back to him

    And there are moments I want to lash out

    But more than anything I just want his happiness

    For him to have it

    When the Sun is low and the colours are fading out of the day

    My last thought

    He’s really good with music

    That’s it

    I know nothing else about him

    A stranger

    Whose voice takes me places indescribable

    To be a phantom

    My worst nightmare

    Everything is wrong

    Everything

    I wanted to be

    Worth trusting

    Worth being someone

    I’d take what’s left because I’m only what’s left of me

    Time has done the best job it could of ruining me

    I am not the freely loving child I was before

    I hope he’s at least content

    Maybe Hermes went to be with him

    It’s so quiet

    Rustle the leaves or something

    What a deadly stillness this is

    Oh you tease me

    Never quite there

    Visit me again tonight will you?

    It’s so hard being alone

    I wish for everything to be okay again

    Even if it’s just a dream

    Even if I only remember it as a moment

    I know the time stretches when we meet

    How I wish I could bring you into the daylight with me

    If I get to meet you

    何と無く

    ね?

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  • Why’d you go over there Moon?

    Unfair!

    Hiding behind the trees

    I don’t know why these people come

    I don’t know what they find here

    The intended recipient returned to sender

    I’m probably some plague

    How much I wished to be beloved

    I know, it’s stupid

    To create a world where none of this happened

    I wish I could go back to that time and stay my hand

    Shooting for the stars doesn’t work when you don’t have a rocket

    We just uncoordinatedly flapped about

    Maybe I’ll just reject whatever journey it seems like I need to go on to

    Were he

    Would he drop me a message and explain my questions?

    I have no answers

    And so many questions

    About him

    About me

    About this strange space

    Were it I had the answers, would my soul finally rest?

    Cease this endless searching?

    Would I accept it if you looked at me point blank and told me my life will be nothing extraordinary, and, in fact mundane?

    Could I allow it to be so?

    Content with zero

    You ask so much of me

    The least he could do is answer

    If he even is

    If he even ever was

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