it’s interesting how
comforting
certain music is
like covering myself up
with a blanket of familiar sound
like burying my face into
the soft coat of a song i love
like holding myself
and the sound
all in one
safe
safe
place
it’s interesting how
comforting
certain music is
like covering myself up
with a blanket of familiar sound
like burying my face into
the soft coat of a song i love
like holding myself
and the sound
all in one
safe
safe
place
yesterday it was so easy to write
and write and write a whole ass poem
in one sitting
i just sat down
and did it
and this morning, the struggle is the
realest of real
and i can’t seem to even think of a subject matter
to write about, much less actually
write
it
and i
am simply adding word by word
by
word
instead of going with the flow of the poem
thinking line
and stanza at a time
and i’m
simply
frustrated
at myself
is there going to be a time
sometime
soon
where we look at all this newfangled technology
as so tragically
backwoods
backwards
and slow
it’s gotta be
it’s gonna happen
that’s just the way of the world
but i want to know if there was ever a time
where we looked upon the new thing
sometime
later
and felt it wasn’t as great a thing
as it was originally made out to be
there have always been
moral panics about
well, anything and everything really
when people read books too much
they weren’t paying attention
to life
and living
when people spent too much time on the phone
the connection was cheapened
music
is against
godliness
etc
etc
etc
but i feel so many people my age
are looking at the internet
not as bringing something that haunts us as a hysteria
but bringing with it actual
worse
life
living
[and it is those of us who were there in the digital trenches,
who thought the internet was the dawn of a
great new age,
who extolled the powers of social media
for keeping us in contact with people
we very likely would have lost touch with,
we are the ones having doubts
second guessing our own excitement.]
[i feel like the only comparable moment would be
a failed city/state
with a governmental system
that didn’t do
what it said it would]
[but then, wouldn’t those who wanted it
dig their heels in
harder
as the numbers and examples and proof
overwhelmed the senses;
haven’t people always clung harder to the “facts”
that are provably
wrong
with
every
moment
of
proof?]
so what age are we in?
or am i in the minority
as i sit here, annoyed with and worried about
ai
and the state of the internet in general?
but believe me when i say
i do not
want to go back to a “simpler time”
moving forward is good
often technology is great
it is the shareholders and capitalism and consumerism that’s making these things
so terrible
upon release
and as they
continue to
exist
[the vulture class just gives a bad name
to vultures]
i want to hypnotize myself
into actually trying
full out
when i want something
rather than shooting myself in the foot/
ripping the rug right out from under me/
doing other things to ruin my chances
because…why?
because i somehow still believe i don’t deserve good things?
because i’m scared to committing to one thing
and believe that means i’m cutting off options
for any other possibility in my potential life?
because i am still not convinced that all of this is really real?
those are all terrible reasons
and i still can’t convince myself
with my conscious/logic brain
to make my subconsciousness
stop destroying all my chances
[that’s why i need so many
non-pressurized hobbies —
because the minute they matter
i
implode
]
distract yourself with crimson glaze
with pink chiffon
with aesthetics and
art
[is art a distraction?
or is it a human need?]
[or is distraction itself
sometimes
a need?]
[i don’t know
i don’t know
i try to speak for
the entirety of the human race
but so few of them make any sense
to my own senses
that i’m simply trying to
live life
i’m simply trying to
continue to
want to live life
keep life
going
i’m simply trying to
try
sometimes
not even all the time
just
sometimes
sometimes sometimes
sometimes be my own human self
sometimes try to speak for
those in the human race that today’s humanity
seems to leave behind
sometimes try to
connect with others
in a way that
raises both parties up
from one level of existence
to another
greater
kinder
more enlightened
not to be better than others
but to carry everyone
with us — if i share enlightenment with three people
and each of them share with
three more
how long until we have all of humanity
together
and looking out for
each other?]
this rambling poem
is to say
as much as i feel like i
will never understand the
rest of the human race, i keep making art
for them for them for them
for the connection to get to know them
and have them know me
i can’t help it
that’s part of living as/with
humanity
break the habit
and form it back up again
stronger
[or weaker]
than before
hold it together with
dips in time
and days gone by
and a word here and there
tied up with a bow of
intentions
and whatever free time there is to spare
for a curse against
other curses
and mortality
or mundanity
in general
hold it together
hold it together
hold it but not too tightly
for breaking may make
it easier
[or harder]
and you’ll only know
once it
happens
[and sometimes that’s a risk one must make]
[and sometimes
it absolutely
is
not]
still haven’t done much
morning poetry writing
this morning
[none at all
yesterday
morning]
but that’s ok
that’s ok
it’s just a personal goal
and the point is to write
and eventually catch up
i can easily do that after therapy
or in the evening
if i so choose
[or even tomorrow]
it’s just me
it’s just for me
it’s all ok
it’s all ok
listening to lofi
[with forever long
names
and descriptors]
and kip says
of the very first song
“i could make this”
and i say
“yes”
because they
could
and should
and possibly even
will
trying to write out
something
while my mind is reeling with
everything
but somehow i can think of absolutely
nothing
to try to write out to say…
writing about things
about losing
and possibly gaining
[about gaming the system
that seems incapable of collapsing
without dire consequences]
about consequential
and inconsequential
choices
for our own choices
will always always always bring
something
to our own lives
but in the grand schemes of planets and universes and stars
what is one
human’s
mistake
[what is one species’
constant
blunder?]