Here you go. Here's four or five different poems I made. Are they poems? I don't think so. Are they paragraphs? No. What are they? Writings. Stream of consciousness writings about nothing and/or everything. I'm gonna use my nintendo switch to distract from a storm now, so I'm done here for a while.
Poem 1: About my Ideal Afterlife
When I die
I expect to find myself back home
With my mom and my dad
If I die young
If I die old
I just want to be back home
I want no heaven
I want no hell
Gods are unnecessary
What I want is a frozen clock
(or something equivalent)
I want my parents to be right there
Hopefully I'd have friends to visit by then too
I'd want access to everything
The books I've read and that I haven't
The shows I've seen and that I haven't
So ask me
What's my ideal heaven?
That's easy, my friends:
Heaven is suburbia with a stopped watch
Heaven is reliving the best moments of your life
For me, that's the mundanity of spending time with my parents
Of playing games, watching things and reading books
I shall not claim to be religious
I belong to no church
But I've got beliefs nonetheless
And these are far more personal ones
Poem 2: I made myself cry during this one, it's just me venting about my mild depression
Depression is beginning to kick again
I'm beginning to feel miserable
That's nobodies fault
Except for my own
And maybe also for the weather
But I can't know for sure
I'm feeling downhearted
I'm thinking about time
The days go by so quick
Time passes in a blink
And you forget it all
As it all zooms by
In 5 months I won't remember this
Today will be a distant memory
I was born in 2005
I don't like to remember it's 2026
Knowing I'm 21…it makes me sad
Not because I particularly hate this age
But because it means I have to reckon with aging
I don't feel 21
I still feel 16
That kid going to his first year of high school
With a mom who wasn't dead
A dad who didn't work
When loneliness wasn't quite so bad
If I die one day
And I make it to heaven
I know what I want it to be
I want it to basically be life back in 2019
I want to just freeze time back then
It was easier then
Simpler, safer
Still lonely
But not nearly as scary
Well, besides the horror show I briefly fixated on
That fucked me up good and proper
But besides that
I think it was nice
2016 to 2018
That was a simpler time
Sure, I'd been bullied in 2014 or so
I was still recovering from that
And I was also scared about leaving elementary school
Gods, that seems so simple now
I think I was just entering puberty
I was much more naive (I could say)
And yet
And yet…
Time doesn't feel quite real
I wish it would all stop
I don't want an endless cycle
I don't want to wake up one day
And no longer have my dad in my life
It'll happen
I know it will
But what if I have no one else?
It's a depressing thought
I've made myself cry
This is cathartic
But I think I'll stop
I can't keep thinking of things like this
Too depressing
Too much sadness for me
But a storm's coming on
And my nerves feel shot
This was all building up inside me
All building up inside me
My nerves aren't great
I wish I could ban horror
My mom loved it
I never understood her for that
I hate horror
I hate fear
I hate how I jump at shadows
Scared of the dark
Scared of heights
Scared of everything, basically
But I'll make thst it's own seperate poem thing
I'm being drawn really off course
This is weirdly fun to write
Since it's paragraphs but shorter
It's like a new format for vents
Poem 3: I'm scared of 99.9% of all things
Is there a fear of everything?
If so, then I have it
I almost certainly do
Because I can be nervous about anything
And I don't know how I'm supposed to deal with that
I'm scared of heights
Scared of storms
Scared of darkness
Scared of being alone
I'm afraid of horror movies
Afraid of horror games
Afraid of horror generally
I've been put off of puppets
Put off of stop motion
Put off of classic animation
All by different horror themed things
Loud noises make me flinch
I almost scream when people walk up behind me
I jump a foot in air each time
I'm a paranoid fellow
A neurotic fool
Stress could kill me at any time
I don't know why other people aren't like this, too
I feel like I'm the only one living with constant frayed nerves
Constant stress
Constant fear
Constant unease and distress
Poem 4: Some nonsense about Doctor Who
I first learned of Doctor Who
From a Google Doodle
Way back in 2013
I knew the show was gonna be hard for me
Given my horrible nerves
But I liked the premise
And I liked the actors
So I read wikis about it instead
From 2013 to 2019 (give or take)
I was on and off into Doctor Who
My favourite Doctor? Jon Pertwee
It's not hard to pick Jon Pertwee
I would've struggled years ago
But I've had time to dwell on it
And I know it's him
His era is the only one that was 80% earth based
And I love the spy fiction angle
Nobody did it quite like him.
I think I care less without him there
I probably could've watched him for 25 seasons
He's just that fun to me
I'm never this bold, but honestly?
I find his aesthetic enviable
Old smoking jackets
That debonair charm
That old grouchy attitude
He's like everything I like in a character
He played an old man
But a man of many worlds
A man with so much knowledge
Who mentored others and learned from them in turn
What I think you can learn from this
Is that I like spy fiction more than science fiction
I like Jon Pertwee's era more than most others
Because it was more spy fiction than science fiction
When they did space stuff
It landed easier
Because I knew it wasn't the norm
Or something like that
I'm recollecting a nearly 10 year old hyperfixation
I can't be expected to nail all the details
But I stand by this
Jon Pertwee was the best doctor who
And he deserved more acting work
The show not staying a spy fiction
That is a shame to me
I'd watch a show
Where a spy changed their appearance every few years
I'd watch that eagerly
What I clearly seem to want
Is james bond but with a regenerating alien protagonist or something
I don't know what that says about me
But it must say something