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Poetry

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i hate the way the weight of the memory is so fleeting, it lifts only briefly and deceives you into believing you've turned your world the right way...
there is absolutely nothing wrong with you.
 
(this is a revamp of a poem i first wrote when i was really high. the original poem was terrible, this one is only marginally less terrible)

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i am afraid of being silly

I.

the son lost overtake her, overtake him there's somethin' wrong
weaponizer, brutalize him brutalize her
massive destruction inside the sieve
hemoglobin grains tick-tock microscop-ic
inside of me

tell us. (who needs enemies
with your little ghosts traipsing tiny feet?)

II.

i rise the masts tight,
and scream a banshee wailing call
maenad frenzied manic party standard (mild-mannered
well-adjusted most of all know-it-all) sired a siren key
(who needs enemies on your knees?)

III.

this beast will rip your heart out

through your penis (it lives there, right?
i'd find a rhyme, but nothing rhymes with penis that doesn't sound like i mean it)

this heart is your insurance policy, this blood is your
insurance policy!
fight my enticing respite despite demon-swallowing
rows of teeth follow me way down carry me home

face adorned with devil horns internal map locked-in on course
this is my native land (tell me you're sure)
a sunset would be more elegant but i carry bricks
to walk into
again and again
 
Is it really important, does it even matter?
Who the f*ck cares if I jump and splatter?

What if I don't jump off the bridge in the dark?
I just walk through the woods and enjoy the state park
Take care of animals, live off the land.

Disconnect my internet, TV and phones
Play with my kids and pay off my loans
Jump in the lake, that could be fun.

Tell my whole family to go to hell
Enjoy being someone who knows how to tell
everyone else, just what I think

And take it on the chin if they disagree
Stop being them, or you.. and just be me
Like myself more than anyone else

And focus only on what I value, believe in
Start living the life, Stop hoping to fit in

The life of someone who's never told no
someone who has plenty of dough
someone who needs nothing to be happy

Someone whose happiness merely depends
on their own self reliance, and not any friends.

Why should I die, just because I don't fit in?
When I can be dead to you and to them
by just disconnecting, isolating, insulating within
 
What did you say?
I didn't say that.
I said this.
Didn't you hear me?
Didn't you listen?

I thought I knew.
You're so easy to read.
It's so clear to me.
What it is that you mean.

Then how did you get me so wrong?
If you knew.
If you can see me so clearly...
Can't you just let me
finish my thoughts?
Why jump down my throat
and piss me off?
 
I'm sittin' here wishin' my friend was around
to lift me up when I'm feelin' down
but I'm not really down
I'm more like... just chillin'

Writin' stupid shit because I am willin'
to make a fool of myself
in this anonymous forum
as if I'm a poet, an artist, a musician

That don't even rhyme
It must be progressive
Poetry for artists, ...very impressive
 
When the universe rests its head to sleep
Tell him that I still can't scream
And it's him who haunts me like a shadow
Who lives inside me like a dream
And the fist residing in my mouth
Tell him that I still can't breathe
There's a note on your fingers
I wrote with my teeth
I finally found that shallow grave
Where innocence dies in tangled sheets
 
oh sweet child
where has my body been
I see soil beneath my feet
when I think of beginning again

you're knocking on my bones
I know it shows

oh sweet fairytale
you've failed me tonight
I thought you were the kind
the grew in the yard
and followed behind

oh sweet song
you made a fool of me
melody sewing seeds in my skin
my voice is made of ice again

you're knocking on my bones
i know they see
my mouth was made for secrets
are you living in me

you're knocking on my bones
I know it shows
 
If only...

Put on a smile, even if it’s fake
Take the pain and tuck it away
Bury the fears, hold back the tears
It’s already been bottled up for years

If only it could be that easy
If only it could go away
I’m watching colors fade to grey
I’m feeling my mind run away

Hurt and betrayed
Love turned to hate
You forgot I have a heart
You tore me apart

If only you knew how it felt
If only you saw how I’ve dealt
Look at these wounds that haven’t healed
Look at the scars I’ve concealed

But I will smile through the pain
And the hurt I’ll constrain
Just know it’s not to keep you safe
It’s to keep me from wearing away

If only I could show you all you’ve done
But I promise you, you haven’t won
 
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