F(UCK)ear is stupid, and so am I(T)
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For a moment, it exists / And then it disappears all over again / I was so used to chasing my own tail but now I stay still / I watch, by her side, wondering what’s going on in her head / Even with the stones of death piling up in her chest, not a whisper of the wind blows under the door / Does she spare us the burden of knowing the truth / Or is she confused, not daring to move / I squeeze onto her bed any chance I get / With her, I’m a dog and all I can ask for are pets / The language of silence wets my mouth with regret / Until I start drooling, I cannot forget / Any reaction, any reaction at all / Other than pain or sadness, even anger I’d accept / Scream, mother, scream / I’ve seen monks show more emotion than you / I resent your depression, I can’t fight off yours too / I’ll wait and I’ll wait / I’ll move countries / I won’t stop but I’ll stare / I can’t spare you the burden of having a daughter that cares
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There’s a man who’s in love with you / I met him for lunch / He’s tall and he’s smart / But he’s quite mistaken about you / You’re a fantasy, a dream / It was annoying for me to see / I listened to him glisten then I told him you’re still unwell / Wait, boy, wait / Love your own wife, first, I swear / I’m 26 / No matter how wise / You shared a little too much for a man with white hair / The German dog man who moved away / I liked him much better / His gaze was clear and in the garage you both dared / To share recent secrets with no future to bear / You don’t know much about romance / I don’t even think that you care / I wish I could show you / I only hope you’re still here
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push me
into the
feeling
gradual release
pull me
out of
the cabinet
tug my delicate strings
bead me
into
a poem
burn it into your dreams
feed me
starving umbrellas
rain
when I am at peace
please, don’t call on me attention, blessings and curses thank you for my skin
chime on
time lost
five plus three
am I certain
I’m a seed?
3
I love being naked and I love being teased
I love being taunted by devilish fiends
I love when they watch through the windows of mystery
like a puzzle you can’t touch, rearrange, or frame, or seek
I love that when I write only I can calculate the mean
and the rest are misunderstandings and I love to set them free
I love that I am evil, joyful, stupid, angry, and fringe
If I were not these things then I would shrivel up into sin
I love being tested and left all alone
for when the voices are streaming I can tune in, listen, and think
I was born with a thorn made of spirit, marriage, and needs
Every ugly date that I’ve been on is a future not waiting for me
I don’t know how to end so I masturbate with ease
It’s up to me to say it’s over
Get out, if not, get in