Why I Am Not A Painter
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a pile of mostly raw and probably bad poetry
on the internet
in the hopes of creating something better
This blog is not CLEAN and is not meant to be.
Useful critique appreciated, i.e. specific comments and suggestions.
You need not identify yourself unless you want to;
comments will be judged on value, not the source. (Although knowing the source can be useful.)
Unsupported heckling OR praise are not appreciated.
Also, I vaguely apologize if you're my friend and you see yourself or others we know here.
I am aware that that can be unsettling
but that's the risk you run being friends with a writer. Also,
maybe you're just being paranoid. Also,
there is never a clear picture of reality
bad thoughts
you set your mind to
anything but
someone let the cap
off this insulation
foam, it's blood
in my brain, i
wish i could control
these emotions
you are expanding
like space
between stars
are you big
enough to drift
away, am i
small enough
to sink through
cell walls
i wish thoughts
were like matter
i could conserve
but you just keep
coming and going while
always being here
Labels: G
Mars
are not. how close i am to you;
i am not. you're my best friend i'm
a stranger
the planet is covered in astroturf
and this feels real to me. when i ask
is anything real, how right are you
saying act
like it is? how close am i to you;
am i not? you're my water brother i'm
wanting
we are surrounded by intelligent
conversation. when i ask can i share
what feels real, how right are you
saying no
On Androids
In love at
A robot, his circuits
Unwanting, unable
To process
Emotion
You try and touch
Like a rat
Receive shocks
But love is
Not learning. Love
Is not logical
And this robot
Is beautiful,
More precious
Than flesh or
Self, and you think
You are a scientist
You have training
You have wits
You have will
You can make this
Emotion chip.
You have delusion
You have love and
You have lost your mind,
You genius.
untitled inspired by body spasms, thoughts, and taylor swift's "treacherous"
Labels: G
love me (unfinished I'm falling asleep)
that's alright because
it needs to be. i need
to be enough. i know you
don't think of yourself
now, but of who you want
to be: good enough for
someone special, whole
enough to take pride in.
you see the me i keep
away from other eyes
and it makes you think
i am not functional, i am
not independent, self
confident and I think
you are wrong. I love
arguing with you. I love
trying to make you see
things you don't see. I love
how I hear your voice
and in the night it wakes me.
I love you in these
normal ways, but even more
if I could
Labels: G
the Doctor's wife (possibly incomplete)
and my eyes widened, knowing
what you meant, how
you receive words I say
we communicate, not
like telepaths but people,
people who speak
a common tongue
it is the first time I've spoken
and been understood. It is
the first time I've heard
what others say, translated:
these other humans, they
speak a language using words
we use in ours, and I know
now it is different
Labels: G
Unrequited
Is the sickness
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bullshit thing 2
inside ambient music
these thoughts are incorrect and i
have faith in the logic
of facts. you don't
want the things i want inside
this body, things i find impossible
to quantify. i don't understand
how anyone ever receives or transmits information
about these fucking emotions.
these fucking emotions aren't fluent
in spoken language. i communicate
now through laughter and the hand
i want to touch your wrist, pass through
pain and memory to now, this infinity
Labels: G
untitled poem of stupidface to get back to writing
listened, your thoughts
are like my thoughts
but not my thoughts
it makes me want
to touch you, feel
pieces of you i feel
you might feel but
are not your feelings
placing the atoms
which compose you next
to mine, i can hear them
or maybe it is my heart
humming or maybe
i don't understand what
i'm listening for
Labels: G
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