I'm going to start out with this poem..it's kind of long
and it has no title
but it's very idealistic
and doesn't have one exact subject that it's about.
If you know me you probably already read this
but it needs to be here
so read it again!
My handwriting keeps getting messier.
I wonder if he knows
that no one likes a dreamer.
They've had it with small talk,
but that's all she knows.
Sitting and dreaming
all day
can be so exhausting.
Don't put your promises in me
I'm much
too tired.
Rest for just a few minutes.
Be practical for just a moment
but try not to take things
too seriously for long.
Us dreamers,
we put logic to sleep
a long time ago
tucked it in tight
made sure it won't escape
to reak havoc upon our thoughts
tonight.
When grinding your teeth at night does nothing
but wake up your significant other...
When you sleep walk to be inside of your dream
undisturbed...
surely
you would never ask the difference
between what is real
and what is
fiction.
Your stained carpet says so much
as does your wrinkled dress.
A dusty corner cries at night
while a kitten tries to break in
simply to play
and escape the night.
Maybe we all come undefined
Let's all be our own artist.
Go on
and paint yourself through life.
high and low
soft and hard
This fresh cut grass
opens its arms
to you
to lay
with us...
the ones that dream those things
that most fear to see
the sweetest things
that make the least sense
of anything
you know.
My handwriting keeps getting messier
much too hard to read these days.
But why bother re-reading
when you can re-create?
I wonder if he knows
that no one likes a dreamer.
They are always so tired
and sleep
way too often.
Must be all that sitting
and dreaming
they do.
After all
A promise is only made of words
so is the dictionary, dear.
But it's difficult to read these days
must be the handwriting.
No one likes a dreamer
I really wonder if he knows.
His heart [and mine]
are at such a risk
so much that
I just really hope he knows
or
I'll have to
tell
him
myself.
Don't make me break your heart
simply from ignorance.
Obviously,
he hasn't a clue.
Poor boy.
Brace yourself.
It will all be
over soon.
very
very
soon.
[and they'll all say I told you so]
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