Poems for the Lost Because I'm Lost Too Quotes

“I don't mind living a brief life as a stupid animal
when I get to see your face in the morning.”
― Exurb1a, Poems for the Lost Because I'm Lost Too

“Funny, for all the elaborate worrying one can do,
Constructing worst-case successes and best-case disasters,
Playing chess against one's future self and imagining we can win when we're not even them yet”
― Exurb1a, Poems for the Lost Because I'm Lost Too

“Character is not what people do, it is the things people do when they think no one is watching.”
― Exurb1a, Poems for the Lost Because I'm Lost Too

“Parity It is a little-known fact that the universe began symmetrically so that both sides were identical, And developed identically on both sides as a mirror reflecting itself, Identical stars were born, identical planets congealed about them, Identical sea vents spawned identical microbes, Identical organisms evolved over identically long aeons, And many millions of years later a child sneaks into the garden to train the house telescope on a patch of empty space, entirely unaware that their identical counterpart, billions of miles away, equally crushed by the quiet confusion only children can feel (confronted with so much becoming, deprived of any personal history…) is looking back at the exact corresponding angle, Just as confused, Just as ahistorical, There is no useful application for this discovery, Except to know that a thousand star systems away you have a perfect ally, And whenever you are sad you are sad twice.”
― Exurb1a, Poems for the Lost Because I'm Lost Too

“Problems at immigration,

Mumbling about how I never wanted to live in such a stupid country anyway, it's fine back home, it is,
I don't miss the uncivil wars, nor my failed coups, but I won't deny that sometimes I'll look for a word in my language and realise I'm still thinking in yours”
― Exurb1a, Poems for the Lost Because I'm Lost Too

“For Dirt Ahead in the milk groves where pain is none denizens unsnake from coils of titanium and cashmere, Diode-things, Pattern-things, They wipe off the opiate curds of perfect knowing, They clop about in shoes too large and smile with joyful and ironic corners of their mouths at using names, They write long equations on chalkboards and scrunch up their faces in a mockery of ignorance and ask each other if anyone knows the answer, All lie and say no, Come afternoon they eat fruit and meat, eat far too much until their stomachs are convex, They vomit everywhere, imitating what they imagine a wail of pain must sound like, Come night they kiss each other on the cheek and fumble about in some strange imitation of what they've been told of lovemaking exclaiming, "Oh that is good!" and "Yes, that is better!" They make beds of leaves and lie down in them together feigning sleep, keeping one eye open until someone laughs, then they all laugh, All bored, the dream passes, the coefficient sky returns, the ritual is over and good is everywhere again, But they taste a pip of dissatisfaction now if only for being dissatisfied they could not find pain itself, For all their pricking themselves with thorns, no blood came, For all their charades of infidelities, no one was jealous, They turn pupilless eyes to their monoliths, To the tower of final knowledge, To the sea of justifiable faith, And yearn quietly for dirt.”
― Exurb1a, Poems for the Lost Because I'm Lost Too

“So comes the biannual stocktake of My Necessary Delusions, The foreman shows me around as though I have any authority here, Much is old and dusty, The shrine of I Could Just Start Learning Portuguese Today for No Reason, The free-standing pillars of DID YOU KNOW WINE IS GOOD FOR THE HEART? The sculpture of There's a Heaven for Dogs, Climb many steps, high into the new tower with its taut cables keeping the whole facade up of late, A record plays quietly and constantly called Maybe We'll Meet Again One Day.”
― Exurb1a, Poems for the Lost Because I'm Lost Too

“The Unionised Housekeeping Service for Fuck Ups

It would be rather nice if there was a housekeeping service for poor decision-making, You leave your life around ten in the morning, Go for a nice long walk or a lunchtime beer, Return to your life around one, and as if by magic some kind cleaner has come in and dusted up your hecking pile of: trash, aborted projects, unreplied-to emails, the 'miscellaneous' cupboard, big things unsaid to someone now dead, a decade completely and utterly wasted, a mortgage you could never afford in the first place, a relationship you ended then subsequently realised way too late you overreacted and are clearly still in love with whoever, and come home to find only fresh sheets and a heart repaired, Some days I'm convinced having a body and life is really just a lease anyway, Renting carbon, And if so I will be reviewing this shit one-star and taking my business elsewhere.”
― Exurb1a, Poems for the Lost Because I'm Lost Too

“Honestly it's the ones keeping it together I'm suspicious of,
Who chuckle often and cry laughing never”
― Exurb1a, Poems for the Lost Because I'm Lost Too