somebadpoetry

[somebadpoetry]

I love my wife

[somebadpoetry]

I’m drunk

But you look so pretty

It’s 80s night and the feelings right

You’ve got the hair the stare the tear

In your shirt at the back toward the bottom

I’ve been staring too long, you didn’t know

I’ve been drinking coke and huffing Jack all night

And I think I can dance to rhythms I can barely feel

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[somebadpoetry]

The worst thing about turning :/ into 😕 Is that :/ can be read on everything

Every phone, every computer, every piece of paper

And no matter your language you have : and / and can read :/

The disappointment

😕 can only be read where 😕 is available

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[somebadpoetry]

I love beer

Piss to piss

Dust to dust

Cheers

to us

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[somebadpoetry]

It is January 4th and I look to my dog. I haven't been working out — my New Year resolution — and four days have passed me without progress. But he doesn’t even notice. He’s focused, not on what day it is, but on how to find the best patch of sun to sleep in. He cant comprehend "today", "tomorrow", "five years", "before you run out of time", "out of time". He only knows the now. It is day, and the sun coming through the window is warm, and the carpet is soft. The house is near empty, with only himself and myself here. the television is playing noise he doesn't care about, and the world moves ever on. He is alive, with someone he loves, and he is sitting in the sun.

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[somebadpoetry]

All people deserve care

Yes even them

Yes even them

Yes even you

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[somebadpoetry]

Im sorry you’re not a child anymore

You can’t scream vitriol and claim love in the same breath

I’m sorry people are affected by you

That your self indulgent rage is harrowing to the people you cling to

I’m sorry no one took you aside as a child

It was always that way and it always will be and no one told you

I’m sorry that it’s chronic

Both the fire in your gut and that those flames burn the people around you

I’m sorry no one is fire proof

That you need to find your own water to drink so you can speak without causing pain

But you need to go to the river

And you need to swallow it.

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[somebadpoetry]

Sitting in this chair,

Staring at the floor,

I realise I haven’t taken a breath

I should do that

My eyes are unfocused on the concrete pattern

Marks where the trolley has been to heavy

Where the boxes have scratched and dragged

And I wonder if I want to breathe at all

It is very nice in the middle of everything

To be still

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[somebadpoetry]

just write a shitty poem, what do you have to lose

[somebadpoetry]

We’re all dragging our tired bodies toward love, as if the little kindnesses will regrow our fingernails. As if home made bread is a salve for beaten and battered souls. Every day we are told again to hate and hate and hate, and every day we have to force the difficult choice to love. No matter what they say about competition, or usefulness, or deserving, or marketability, we have to hold onto the idea in our skin: people are capable of love.

The worst person you know — the one who has succumbed to hatred like a root to a stream — loves. That terrible, awful person can learn to dry their river of hatred

#gave up on this halfway through ngl #prose

[somebadpoetry]

Do not shudder at the thought of joy

Your face curls in disgust at others love

Because you see a reflection of your own

Are you not alive?

Breathe bitch!

And let the cringe melt away

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[somebadpoetry]

I can’t wait to have a home with you

To pick out bedsheets

To pick out curtains

I want to swatch paints on the walls with you

Pink and yellow and green

Leaving our marks to figure out

What space we want to live in

One day we’ll find grey hairs on the pillows that we chose

And I hope my thoughts are about the time we spent picking that shade of blue

And all the years we’ve been through together

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[somebadpoetry]

I feel like shit

Let’s go have dinner

I’m not gonna cry

Let’s eat

I’m not gonna cry

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[somebadpoetry]

I wish I lived in a world that made it easy to care

If it was easy, everyone would do it

If it was easy, even I could do it

I wish I lived in a world where caring wasn’t synonymous with agony

Where caring was feeling love

Where caring was feeling joy

I wish I was more grounded in this world

As if what I’m looking for is just through the mist

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[somebadpoetry]

Everything you know is ingrained in who you are

Every fact, fiction, belief, idea, concept, aesthetic

Fluctuating, changing, developing into you

And everything I learn about the you you are now

Thrills the me I am now, and the me I will be

When we know more, we’ll become more us

More each other, ourselves, as one apart

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[somebadpoetry]

Look to the bugs,

Crawling, writhing things that understand

The smallest and simplest things

Live, eat, reproduce, and die

Hunger is ingrained in our reality

Evolution in our bones

They don’t have or need the rhyme and reason

We bury ourselves to find meaning in tossed dirt

There’s nothing there

[somebadpoetry]

I saw a Jack Russell the first time he saw a chicken

The white fowl was strutting across the grass and

If not for the fence

The dog would have torn across the yard

On pure instinct alone, with no thought or morality

He would have stained those pure feathers

With whatever would come out of the bird

He wouldn’t know, he’d never caught one before

The hollering that dog made,

Wailing that echoed down the empty street,

Was of realising what your body was made for

And being kept from your destiny

By some man’s fence

Wrought iron standing in the way of nature’s bloodlust

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