"All the time I pray to Buddha
I keep on
killing mosquitoes."
-Kobayashi Issa, translated by Robert Hass (via proustitute)
Forgotten
And when the next
generation asks us
who we were,
we won’t be honest.The truth is,
we’re better off
forgotten.
disconnection notice
sobs blared from the speakers
as the man listened to his son
tell the world about being tortured
by a strange guy
long since gone.
the audience gasped and took out
handkerchiefs from their pockets
the cameras zoomed in to transfix
those with
functional power sockets.
the host went down on one knee
and patted the men’s hands
and I sat back, disgusted
at the artificiality
the fakeness in this land.
appalling, how they make a living
turning suffering into a commodity
and we kick up our feet and let them
go on with this twisted entertainment
from the TV.
misguided ideologies
Death, like my friend said
Is a familiar stranger
You never know it when you see it
But you recognize it when
It comes.
"How long will you demand I love you?
I’m through, I won’t make
any more flowers for you
I judge you as the trees do
by dying"
-Margaret Atwood, from Power Politics (via proustitute)
"When did the Dark happen?"
-Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Samuel Bowles, 1862 (via proustitute)caffeine-induced
Don’t you love it when
you wake up and not have
To pretend
that someone means
The world to you
when you quite frankly
Don’t need him to.
tasty promises, everlasting love
He asked her if she knew
That he will always be true
And she said she never
Thought it would be forever.
existentialism and ugh
wake up to find half of the day gone
bumble through the searing heat of the sun
get dressed and head out to wherever
when you dearly want to just sleep forever
start and try to convince yourself
that you give a hoot, do not yelp
know that it’s always been this way
the same old shit, only different day
lipstick stains on cigarette butts
Lit up; and it was just like meeting you
Puffed; and it was just like having you
Inhaled; and it was just like kissing you
Blew out; and it was just like fighting you
Continue
Little puffs
Little inhales
Little exhales
Til it was completely gone
And you and I
In the bin.
Thought it was gone forever
But the damage you’ve wreaked
Darling boy
Will forever haunt me.
Sicken me.
Deaden me.
Quit?
On Moving On.
Seeing lovers
Everywhere
Should not be
Bitter
But
WTF.
Know it’s not
Their fault
That I lost you
And my faith in
Love,
too
But
WTF.
Seeing happiness
Every time
And it’s too much
Since I
Know that for
Me, it’ll be a
hella long time
To get back to
That -
So
WTF.
You little shit.
I hate you.
