Poetry

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

  • Get it?

    Because I took a shot at you and missed

    That trajectory I keep talking about

    Haha

    No, really, it’s funny

    Because they missed

    And so did I

    Maybe that’s why they missed

    Nah

    Just thought it was funny

    Okay so I’m still a bit drunk

    Joking about it makes it less painful that that is essentially what I want and it didn’t happen either

    Maybe the next one won’t miss

    But I don’t have any more shots

    There are endless bullets out there maybe one will hit

    Shouldn’t want people to die

    But if there was someone who should he’s on the list

    Maybe you don’t want him either

    Time is strange

    So strange

    And you all do its bidding

    What a strange time to be alive

    I mean

    Really

    The news has me thinking about that shot I took at you and failed miserably

    Haha

    No, really, I’m hilarious

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  • When I’m drunk does it read different I wonder?

    After all slowly poisoning myself seems like a fair trade

    It’s not even the darkest of my days

    Those are behind me

    I’m still standing here so they’re behind me

    Someone

    Anyone

    I’m so incredibly lonely in this place

    The reason children throw away invisible friends is they make real ones

    But there’s no one here

    Text comes to me occasionally

    It doesn’t feel the same as living

    I spent so long stuck on the computer and I just want to escape this place

    I want to go out

    With someone

    I’ve gone out on my own fighting the fear by myself enough times

    I’ve fought enough

    I wanted to be everything

    But almost 7 years later I’m still nothing

    I suppose I always will be then

    I couldn’t even create a happiness out of the most colossal mistake of my life

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  • And, yet, he lives

    More lives lost for him to keep living

    I don’t know why this is the day

    So many almosts and not quites

    I don’t even know the reason why I keep up

    After all none of my wishes came true

    Watch the Moon fall

    Constantly misconstrued into something else

    Don’t you feel bad for that poor lost creature?

    I do

    You know?

    It’s kind of disappointing that you don’t

    That you felt nothing for someone so lost and desperate

    I’m not the one who refused the journey

    It’s just you had more to choose from than me

    And I imagined a choice I didn’t have

    And I chance I never got

    I wish I could go back in time and make that time less heartbreaking

    Every night

    Like clockwork

    It would sink in

    Yeah I guess I’m just really disappointed

    He’s not the man I thought he was

    So I suppose it’s on to find a new one

    A something to live for

    Afterall

    I’m already living for me

    That’s what this barely getting by

    Teetering on the edge

    Charade is all about

    Is there someone I can love that wants it?

    That wouldn’t watch someone try to die over and over and do nothing

    It’s hard, you know

    Knowing no one misses me

    Knowing this entire day will probably go by without someone thinking of me

    Isn’t it funny how I don’t want to cause pain

    But I want to be missed?

    Maybe I’m causing the least amount of damage in isolation

    At least I’m not enjoying myself or something awful like that

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  • The little things

    You all show me

    When I feel compelled to look

    When I feel a beckoning

    And then it’s something wonderful to see

    Have truly taken me from where I was to here

    Without them would I even be here?

    It’s not like I can’t sustain myself on nothing and little happinesses

    Really, little happinesses is all I have

    And some of them I forced to happen

    And people still think I’m not out here making my own joy

    They can’t understand how awful the awfulness is

    I feel you on my shoulders trying to relax muscles that I can’t afford to have tended to

    I suppose I am tense

    No I wasn’t complaining

    These conversations I don’t write

    These conversations I do

    The corvids are up and yelling again

    Why does it feel like the ravens are screaming so much more?

    Not quite a murder of crows

    I wonder why?

    If it truly was nothing

    If it was all Fate’s trick

    Why it repeats

    So many chances to give up

    No chances to become anything else

    And yet he refuses me

    And yet he holds me so tightly

    Yes I remember him today

    Always holding on so tightly

    The gate

    The door

    All the day’s disappointments erased in an embrace

    All the repetitive dreams to get there

    Maybe I don’t dream new things because I don’t dream during the day anymore

    I wish he would leave his post for one day

    My lack of presence

    Yet I am here

    Warm

    Safe, for once

    Just for a moment

    Dreaming on

    You may think me selfish

    It’s just not enough

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  • Into the night again

    Casting aside the day that disappointed

    Don’t they all just seem to hang on

    The daylight betrays the need

    At least when I dream it’s mine

    What happens

    Running as usual are we?

    As we do

    No, see, I dare you to do something stupid

    Something unthought of

    Make all this make sense

    Will and will

    At seperate sides of the hall

    Can’t get it started because there’s nothing to start

    Go back

    You say

    Every time

    Who knows what’s going to happen besides

    Well all the big things

    That’s not even future sight it’s foresight

    I wonder what I said?

    Broken and confused

    The past so far behind

    Yet right beside

    Like it’s repeating endlessly around me

    Someone pray me a day when I don’t feel like all of this was for nothing

    When I don’t look at the page and wonder why I’m writing at all

    A place where it’s dark right now and I could see the stars

    Pray me so far away from civilization I never have to think about all these poor people marching like good little soldiers to their doom

    T’was cruel to put me here

    Whomever

    Maybe my life is a punishment for making me live my life

    Just to really fuck shit up

    I hope you do

    Show up

    It would be funny if you got here before he did

    If I throw all my yearning to the sky

    Where are you?

    Can you hear me?

    And if I stare at a spot there is surely a star

    If I could reach into the deep from this place

    I don’t know my purpose

    Trying to surpass the world

    Tick tock indeed

    From the beginning I knew

    The possibility of absolute failure

    But I faced straight into the madness

    And lived

    Anyways

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  • We’ve played one last cue so many times

    I do too

    I stay here

    Because this is all I can be

    So what if I have all these things that I need to be doing to feel okay?

    And who even asked if I needed anything else?

    Do you show it like I do?

    To everything except you?

    Always goodbye

    It was goodbye before it was hello

    Such a strange thing

    Lulled me to sleep

    Watched over as my mind played tricks on me

    Half awake

    Half asleep

    I don’t even remember what they said

    How many false starts before it really begins?

    And why did everyone else get such a headstart?

    Living on

    Loving everything that comes into contact with me

    Cut up and torn

    It stokes into flames with the melodies

    Oh it’s never time

    So much in my head

    My head hurts instead

    Heart wrung out

    Holding out for something

    If we spoke the same language

    My heart and I

    Would we win the prize of something other than

    Purgatory

    I wish I could believe that someone loves me

    Ending endings

    From this place of nothing

    How can I walk away from it?

    It swallows me up and I’m helpless again

    Could we meet in a place where you don’t scorch my skin?

    When will you come take me from this place?

    On to something else?

    Frustrated from knowing too much

    Paralyzed from knowing too little

    Not an ounce of charm

    People speak around me

    Why did Aphrodite laugh just then?

    Laugh, then

    People come to dislike me

    He hates me too

    And that feels more fate than what I was wanting

    What I want is unreachable

    It’s never fate

    I hope your character has fun

    Pulling my strings without even wanting to

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