Poetry

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

  • How important is spirituality in your life?

    Spirituality is my life blood

    Without it I probably wouldn’t be here

    I wake with my glorious ball of fire Sol

    Think thoughts at him all day

    See all my planets as they pass by

    Commune with the the Moon

    The stars have become my neighbours

    The creatures around me all family

    I believe that every life that is here is precious

    No matter how short, or cruel

    That we, in our strange difference from all these beings in their systems

    Have a duty to care for everything around us

    No not domesticate

    Care for

    That the Sun is where we come from

    Until you think of where he came from

    And back and back

    Until we come to our poor Universe

    Great watcher and meddler

    And then, who knows?

    If there’s one thing about my spirituality it is that it is fluid

    There is so much I cannot know, nor pretend to

    I only reached out for help and found it in the great beings around me

    I know the word “god” doesn’t really work for them

    Not in any classic sense of the term

    I associate things with them

    But their actual effects on this great Mother Earth I am still only learning

    They are as much great beings as they are friends

    I have no great understanding of what lies after life

    Only this strong feeling that this was supposed to be a paradise

    I mean does she not shine through in those moments when you can escape the hell that humanity has created?

    I feel we were supposed to care for and nurture nature

    Not conquer and assault her

    We are but tiny beings in this small world

    That happened to happen

    We should know that what we have is rare and precious but for some reason we don’t

    And I don’t know why

    My spirituality tells me to stick to these feelings

    And to engage in things others think are silly

    I think it links back to our more wild selves

    Science probably can answer everything but the science we know doesn’t even begin to scratch the surface of all there is to know

    And in a Universe where almost every time someone says “that’s impossible” it happens

    I feel like embracing our ignorance and opening up to the endless possibilities is the right path for me

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  • I don’t know what happens when we die

    Nothing here seems to know the answer

    Is the spirit as enduring as the wind?

    As the water?

    Does it find a way somehow in this place?

    Others?

    Is the only thing tying me to this place my body?

    I don’t know

    I don’t know what death is

    Why it happens

    We say sleep but it’s so permanent

    And I thought nothing in the universe is permanent

    How could death be?

    And I see these spirits

    Well

    “see”

    It’s not an eyes thing or a mind thing it’s just something

    I can’t explain

    But they’re there

    They’re everywhere

    I have to ignore them half the time to get by

    I’m used to the spirits in this place

    Not others

    But

    There nonetheless

    A star collapses and explodes and makes tiny baby stars in its remains

    At death will my soul shatter and fragment a thousand ways in which I tear myself assunder with all these needs that never got filled?

    Will anyone see me?

    Will I only be dead once they find me?

    How many thousands of letters will I leave in my wake?

    Thank the gods I’m not using paper and actual ink

    3000 pages

    They die but I feel them working in mysterious ways around me in the same way the universe does

    Melissa warned me I was going to turn the bleach blue when I (without thinking) went to use a blue bag to try to keep the heat on the bleach in my hair earlier

    I know when thoughts are me

    It’s like an invasive thought but different

    Like the thought happened outside my thought space and entered it

    Have you ever wondered where thoughts are?

    Like are they within your brain?

    The brain itself must be its own universe because I don’t think these thoughts would fit there

    Within “me

    Whatever me is

    Electricity in my brain

    Which I am never sure is me or not

    Am I in my brain?

    These are thoughts Sol

    How does it feel to hear them all?

    Maybe you only hear the ones that are talking to you

    I wish I could meet all your friends

    Death is scary but I do believe there is something after it

    I want it to be a paradise I go to

    But I have a feeling it is just one more thing I cannot fathom

    And everyone here is alive

    Earlier today I let out a little yell

    Because dead things are around me all the time

    And to past me I say, yes, but,

    There is also so much life I cannot imagine it

    Duality

    Maybe I was on to something when I jokingly proclaimed Duo was the master of the universe

    I didn’t know the word duality then

    It’s absolutely everywhere

    And yet so few things are binary

    Such a curious place

    I love it here

    But I don’t understand why life has to be a struggle

    I feel so at home

    And so alien at the same time

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  • Be grateful for the scraps

    Be grateful that I have to rely heavily on my mother, as an adult, who isn’t even in that much better a position than I am

    Be grateful my medication is $85

    Be grateful that the government wants me to live in a room in the most filthy place in the city

    You know what I’m grateful for?

    That I don’t live in a badly taken care of room

    I’m grateful that my landlord hasn’t raised the rent the entire time I have lived here

    I am not grateful that I am the dirt under the government’s fingernails

    I am not grateful that the vast majority of people view me as a leech on society

    I am not grateful for this country founded on the bodies of slaves and indigenous peoples

    I am not grateful that the government doesn’t take care of its weakest

    What, you think this is as good as it gets?

    Universe what the fuck

    When I said yesterday that it was quiet I wasn’t asking for whatever this is

    I don’t know, you figure it out, you’re the Universe

    This incredible country

    Where people go hungry

    And without shelter

    Where the billionaires play their little games

    Can I have my boi back please?

    That’s better

    I cannot view a place that treats those with the least like they are any less than anyone else

    As anything even resembling incredible.

    And that fact that my aunt would come to the defense of the country that wants me dead makes me sick

    It’s rude Sol

    Kicking someone when they’re down and hitting out at the demons

    Oh no don’t hurt the poor country’s feelings!

    Fuck that, how many people are sitting on the side of the road right now?

    How many people are hungry right now?

    How many people have less than $5 in their bank accounts?

    Shelter should be a right

    Food should be a right

    And incredible country would have everyone fed and housed that wanted to be.

    And would love and care for those that didn’t

    Medical needs met

    If a human can make a trillion dollars then why can’t a country?

    Why does money even have to exist?

    Why can’t we nurture the brightest and come up with something new?

    How many others have merely fallen through the cracks?

    How sad

    How sad

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  • Why would I have to explain why a rape joke isn’t funny?

    That’s not what I was expecting before breakfast

    Humans

    So far on the bingo for today we have

    Delivery drivers should bake in the heat because I worked as a farmer/cook/roofer/other type of driver

    And rape jokes

    Damn Universe you woke up firey today

    And that strange grey blob cloud is still there

    Even though it’s windy down here

    It would be a really funny joke if I was actually the only sane thing in the Universe

    I suffered so you should too

    What a thought

    See I just want everyone to be here for this hellride because I don’t want to be alone

    Not because I want them to suffer

    But to think that because you felt pain others should too

    We’re talking about queer things this month

    Damn

    Lower case queer

    Not Queer

    I just really like that word I don’t use it out loud

    It was first introduced to me in a book to mean well

    不思議な変な事

    Language is so twisted in me

    There are feelings attached

    And my feelings are apparently Japanese

    Good luck I’ve just fallen so far into myself here

    But I don’t think I’m the worst person on the planet

    Anymore

    Look at the edges of it

    Pulling

    Fraying

    Like this great grey tapestry

    I want to paint colours on it

    Humanity concerns me

    Who knows what the actual majority of people are like

    People who go into comments sections scare me but not every person does that

    But are they the same?

    As I pass these faces

    Blurred lines

    No real substance to anything

    What is dreams and what is waking if I can’t remember anything?

    Sorry I got lost for a moment

    The sadness

    I am afraid of this possibility that every relationship I enter into will end with them forgetting I exist

    And not forgetting to trample me on the way out

    I am brave

    I want to get out of bed each day despite my body

    Despite my mind

    Despite my solitude

    But these humans they can do anything up to and including kill you

    I’m so paralyzed by my fear that I will

    I will just end up hurt again

    Or dead

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  • Sol goes down

    Night creeps in again

    And I am alone again this eve

    As many

    Solitude or abuse

    Why is that the choice?

    Down this lonely one person path

    I wish I had someone to hold on to at night

    But I can’t even imagine what that person would be like

    I feel like if I envision them I’m somehow imposing my impossibly high standards on someone

    But when I let down those standards I was hurt

    And it’s not like there’s any chance for a chance meeting

    Someone would have to notice me

    Can I even imagine someone noticing me?

    Sol you’re going away again

    We made it to one more Summer Solstice

    Into the Winter we go I suppose

    I wish I could reach him at a moment right now and just give him a nudge

    Hey

    It’s going to be okay

    All these little things seem so big when we’re in them

    And the big things seem unfathomable

    This is a time of day I wish I could exist in for hours

    I wish I could make some hours appear

    Sweet man

    How I wish I could give you a hug

    I’m sorry I get loud when bad things happen

    I have no idea what that’s about.

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  • It is quiet today

    I am quiet

    I feel muted

    The clouds hang heavy above

    This weather more matches how I’ve been feeling inside

    There has been a lot of loss this week

    Not mine

    I’ve been watching others say goodbye around me

    To those I can reach I lend my voice, some words

    This all good news June in which I have been watching other people get bad news all around me

    In my life of no news

    I can only feel their sadness meet the sadness within me

    I wish to take their’s on

    I wish I could protect all beings from pain

    That love didn’t have to end

    I have done another thing I shouldn’t have but apparently that’s okay

    Sure, why not?

    Maybe this sky will show him something beautiful

    It’s not supposed to make you feel better

    It’s supposed to remind you that the world is still beautiful

    The first rainbow I saw after my sister died tore me apart

    The reality that I was seeing this rainbow in a world without her

    The reality that there was a last she’d ever seen

    But then I saw the next

    And the next

    And the first I saw felt as deliberate as the one I saw yesterday

    Sol grabbing my shoulder so I’d look up

    I had gone to stand at the back door to smoke

    But the wind fought me, so hard

    So I turned around and went to go stand out the front of the garage that was open

    There it was

    And I will never forget that rainbow

    But I don’t remember the one that followed

    The beautiful simplicity came back

    I saw so many rainbows over the last few months

    I was so worried I’d never see one without crying again

    Forced exposure by the weather

    Thanks weather

    I wonder if I should capitalise it

    You don’t have to feel better

    In fact I would almost rather you cry like I did

    It took the edge off of the pain that had been drowning me

    All that feeling

    It needs to be felt

    Dear the sky, you could rain

    Just a suggestion

    If you absolutely must obscure my sky, clouds, it’s the least you could do

    Oh look the wind is back

    How concerning

    We could just ignore this strange ability to play with the weather.

    Well the rain did happen

    And then the Sun came out

    A quiet day

    My hair is currently the wind’s play thing

    I wish someone would come see me

    Besides these inhuman beings

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