ever wondered if dreams are reality.
and reality is a dream.
if we are living in someone else’s mind.
that we aren’t real.
that we are a product of someone’s imagination.
that you are nothing.
you are the invisible friend.
plural noun: antics
foolish, outrageous, or amusing behavior.
“the antics of our political parties”
synonyms: capers, pranks, larks, hijinks, frolicking, skylarking, foolery, tomfoolery
“someday you’ll be too old to get away with such antics”
“someday you’ll be too old to get away with such foolish, outrageous, or amusing behavior”
“someday you’ll be too old to get away with such capers”
“someday you’ll be too old to get away with such pranks”
“someday you’ll be too old to get away with such larks”
“someday you’ll be too old to get away with such hijinks”
“someday you’ll be too old to get away with such frolicking”
“someday you’ll be too old to get away with such skylarking”
“someday you’ll be too old to get away with such foolery”
“someday you’ll be too old to get away with such tomfoolery”
I never was one for poetry.
An old woman but a stones throw from my toil died three days ago.
Choked to death on accumulated trinkets and memories.
Suffocated on a life time of worth and work.
The four cutters sitting on her charred porch hang their heads in somber exhaustion.
I’m ten minutes late, in my frustration forgetting the world is larger than my own.
Like the time that man on the bridge kept us from home for an hour, and we complained, but our gripe soon turned to grief.
The bed creeks under my own weight but only one side has fallen through the frame.
For the first time, half broken is the greater of two sadnesses.
I pass the days in a half woken stupor, playing out scenarios of your life’s future splendor.
But I still crack that melancholy smile despite your hate, because nobody else will know the way my thumb slid to the pit of your ear.
Maybe you miss it too.
On rainy days like this one, the boys can’t tell the difference between tears or rain.
On rainy days
I still crack that melancholy smile
trinkets and memories, worth and work
half broken, half woken
nobody else will know
life’s future splendor is larger than my own
Maybe you miss it too.
This is a connection
Like I Love
Gotta learn the
Can you feel
In the text?
This is real
But she’s no
She’s the Cure.
And she’s all
For the flash.
Bring the Boom
I got the Bass
We got The Line
And the Beat.
No fuckin time
Respect Your Self
And Every One
I would like to take this ever so productive morning to describe how I feel about you based on everything I know about you, in poetry.
You’re a total babe
I would like to touch your butt
If you’ll please excuse
This post contains no ruse
You make an awesome panini
And your eyes are quite dreamy
I’m really into your tattoos
Thursdays I see you
Once in a while I talk to you
Today I thought of you
Apple and brie panini is dank
Looking to know you better
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