Poetry

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

  • The light of the Moon

    Is Love’s message

    Such a mundane thing added to the end

    But it rings true to me

    Afterall the light from the Sun

    Is a form of love that I still don’t understand

    If you looked at the Moon

    You’d see my love too

    All the times I’ve stared at her

    Directed the love I couldn’t express towards her

    Just a little light, you think

    But her face is turned away

    There is always light there

    If you looked at the Moon tonight you’d see me

    A small light

    Just trying to be

    Something expected

    Something most people never think twice about

    Of course there is a Moon

    This expectedness

    I suppose other people don’t worry that one day a rogue something is going to come and take the Sun away

    Or any of the others

    This place of endless possibilities

    See, Luna, I did expect you today

    But I am still so pleased to see you

    Are you going to go get Saturn for me?

    Will he rise as you rest?

    Disappear into the night

    Completely facing the Sun

    I feel like I’m of you

    More than the Earth

    And I still don’t understand why

    I wish I could understand why

    If you look at the Moon

    May my love reach you

    Even if it’s just for a moment

    Even if you don’t know it’s min

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  • The me I want to be

    I feel like I should be capable of loving even those who have done wrong

    Not to forgive on behalf of those they’ve wronged

    But to encourage the good to come from them

    Maybe that’s why I stick closeby to the Owl who

    Mysteries

    It’s not forgiveness

    Maybe the belief that others can do good

    I’d like to get that back

    Now it just surprises me

    To become someone who can believe in the good of people

    If you could help with it

    I thought I’d found friends

    But that’s beyond me, perhaps

    Would you come running when Time comes?

    I’d like to live in this world

    Rather than just beside it

    I thought I’d found someone who looked like me

    In spirit

    Am I hopeless?

    Have I really not needed any socialization for 7 years?

    People are enjoying each other’s company around me again

    Laughing and chatting and doing things I haven’t done in ages

    I could walk a thousand miles and never reach you

    But it feels like the distance from you to me is much shorter than the distance from me to you

    Like you just have to reach out to me

    Curses that I can’t remember my dreams anymore

    I send out all this love

    Some kind of deranged Cupid

    Venus you scorn me

    You must for otherwise I would find somebody

    Aphrodite

    They say you can’t wish for love

    When nothing else will ever sustain me

    Desperately jumping from doing something to doing something

    Trying to out run my disappearance

    If I disappear

    I begged not to

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  • You really are determined, aren’t you?

    Tilted exactly in just the way that you hit that window and shine on me

    I mean, what are the odds I’d sit exactly here

    And you’d sit exactly there

    Mind, I’ve moved my chair over the last few days and you’ve somehow managed to shine into my face

    Every single day

    I don’t have to search for the passion of youth flower

    I am the passion of youth flower

    He is a pirate

    Go away

    I’m sorry but I’m not interest in questioning my morality right now

    And that’s all you make me do

    Mr Owl

    I’m buzzed

    It’s good

    I think not drinking is a mistake for me

    I can possibly trick myself into believing things are okay in this state

    In order for coincidence to become fate coincidence would have to occur first

    Maybe you know that

    You sing about a lot of dreamy stuff

    And burn yourself into my retinas

    Do you believe it for me because it happened to you?

    Warning about others like there’s something wrong with believing in more

    Yes you and them both

    Drawing my attention and insisting on being the one

    Then make me the one

    No… Yes?

    Famous is a dirty word

    His luck never seems to be over to me

    Damn it I’m out of alcohol

    No

    Wreck, resurrect, I do as I please and no one stops me

    This sick freedom born of isolation

    Speaking of Lemon

    I hope he’s well wherever he is

    Why are these spectres from my past showing up?

    Reeku

    Lemon

    They both ignored me as well

    And these weren’t random people these were boys who claimed they loved me most

    Resurrection

    Of these stories from my past

    People I loved without seeing their pictures

    I’m not blue, he’s blue

    I wonder if he’s okay

    Whenever I wonder that he is

    It’s hard to be unwanted by someone who means so much

    Well it’s too bad that all I know how to do is persist

    That’s what the wolf called me

    Persistent

    Sorry

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  • It’s probably best I let that lie

    Best not to feed this incredible feeling of being ignored by society

    If from this place of nothing

    If only something could be born

    Like the Universe

    Will myself into being

    Sol stop being stingy

    You’ve been very blunt and bright today

    This feels more like Hermes

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    It has their breeze to it

    Yes

    Apparently the ball of fire is sulking

    That’s what all this is telling me

    Well I suppose I’m hiding from him and telling him to go away every chance I get

    Poor ball of fire

    Much more enamoured with my friend who keeps the night these days

    I suppose they all want to be noticed too

    I would feel pretty invisible if there was a planet of several billion people and I was literally keeping them alive with my light and they never really noticed me

    If you think of it that way

    I was trying to reconcile such a great thing getting snippy for such a thing

    But I feel like that about does it

    You’re definitely not invisible you’ve been burned into my retinas enough times

    Beings wanting to be

    It’s hard to be when no one sees you

    What kind of faces do you show others?

    You’re silent, but in the moments I close my eyes and we meet, I feel happiness

    Contextual

    And of course the last one laughing is you

    We all know you joke to hide pain at this point

    You’re as dishonest as I am

    Our patterns match

    If I could travel to the moon

    Would I get the chance to see you?

    What are we?

    So bright back then

    You collosal liar

    Lyre

    But I get the feeling you were telling me whatever it took to keep me going

    Guided by the gods

    Doesn’t that sound romantic?

    I have trouble accepting it

    But something

    But, like I’ve said before, they aren’t gods like people think

    These somethings I’m half in the room with

    All of you insisting

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    And even the things that are less than you but still there all the same

    No, neither of you, only me

    The blue and the Owl are not allowed in this time

    Not interested in worrying about a couple boys who were supposed to be men

    No I’m not coming out of the shadow, beautiful ball, it is too hot

    I would scream for you

    But there is never a safe place to

    Okay you wrestled a few lines from me

    Sometimes when I’m sitting here I feel at peace with these companions

    And sometimes for all their words

    I feel like the loneliest in the galaxy

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  • Do good recklessly, eh?

    I’m sorry I get frustrated that there is absolutely no benefit to me doing good things

    It’s not that I want something from them

    It’s more like I need some sort of assurance that what I’m doing matters

    I start wondering what the point of doing good in a vacuum is

    It’s not even like I do good things for my own sake

    I just do them because that seems like the right thing to do

    But I have been living my life with no assurance whatsoever

    Well besides from all you watchers

    It’s hard to know I’m doing the right thing

    It’s hard to know to keep doing things when the general consensus on me doing things is

    Meh

    In these moments when I’m not dreaming I wonder how I could ever believe these messages I can’t even prove are real?

    Not that you didn’t immediately send me one

    Sol

    You really are too close

    I do wish I could make a difference

    Something beyond

    Meh

    Why am I nothing?

    I try to do good but it doesn’t seem to make any difference

    A single grain of sand on a beach

    I want to be

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  • Well it’s not unavoidable, right?

    If he’s taught me anything it’s that anything is avoidable

    Anything you want to avoid anyways

    But I have to will myself to do these things somehow

    Force myself to do these things that enable my functioning

    It may be a crutch, but it is a delicious crutch that I am kind of hoping will kill me like everyone keeps saying it will

    No

    But yes

    I hate having things I have to do

    No one does the things I need them to do

    But I have to do all this stuff so I can keep doing what they need me to do

    Which is persist

    For some reason

    In one of my dark moments

    Feeling over half a decade of being ignored weighing on me

    Hold on

    Hold on

    I wanted to do this together

    With someone

    I want to be

    Like nothing else in my life I wish I could be

    Live life

    Not just spend hours rewatching shows from yesteryear because everything is too violent now

    Like they enjoy watching it

    Make him do it

    Whatever it was

    Oh these thoughts pouring out as soon as they come in

    Someone else should have to help me

    Why have to

    Because if someone said they tried everything and needed help I would try to help them

    I don’t think I would know what to say if there was even a chance to say it

    I don’t understand it

    I don’t

    I won’t stop running though

    Every day I come to this spot and that’s all I hear

    I wonder if it’s your influence

    The power songs come on

    Just keep going

    Am I setting society aflame behind me?

    To document a life with prose

    What a stupid and lofty goal

    Yeah it sounds like me alright

    And my boys

    Yeah it would be you delivering them to me

    Love and miss

    Love and miss

    Take them on and continue

    I’ll collect a billion souls if I have to

    I don’t want to be a phantom

    Oh how I don’t want to be the cause of my own destruction

    Nor his

    I don’t know what it means when it feels like it’s over there

    It’s just strange to be here

    So half hearted

    Not that, you say

    I need to believe in myself

    But, love,

    Ah, he hated that

    But, love

    I don’t even know what dreams I’m supposed to be realising

    That love could find me before we ever meet?

    It’s not as if anyone will ever know

    About this life secret

    Sitting so far away

    But these vibrations are you

    I don’t know why

    Frankly, none of anything makes sense

    But I can feel it

    To love directly

    To have the courage to love someone completely again

    The me I want to be

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