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Ray Dunn Apr 2019
Curiosity killed the cat,
at least that’s so they tell me,
but alas! the 22 to your catch—
he must die to meet his cell-mate
This is kinda worded oddly but that’s okay!! I’m very tired but I really want to complete napowrimo this year!!!
Ray Dunn Apr 2019
Optimism, a fun game
for children and the bored.
I keep my goals tame,
while I shake in the cold.

Afternoon… night.
My goal only for life.
A future of delight,
good job and good wife

See, “I am no pessimist”,
that, while brushing a future away.
Forever claiming I’m a realist—
we know all good things never stay

Don’t get hopes high,  
and there you will never feel surprise
A sonnet for day four
Ray Dunn Apr 2019
Stumbling through the crowd with my head covered in frown.
I couldn’t avoid the sound of the beaten-down mound that became the people I moved around, constantly caught in the pound of waves so tightly wound.
Grabbing my drink I was crowned the queen of the clouds, my arms were bound to the pump of the crowd.

I thought I was drowned so trapped in the underground, stranded, I was desperately earthbound.
I drank to the profound, with cheers to the people I tried to surround.
At long last I passed out, woke up to blame redound.

Ah, to be on the adult playground.
This is what was derived from the third day of NaPoWriMo but it is basically nothing like the prompt **** (also does NaPoWriMo look like a chemical formula or sis that just me??)
Ray Dunn Apr 2019
It was the dropping hairs,
falling from your all-too-tight ponytail
that made me love you—
you and your mess.
I’m gonna go take a nap!!
  Apr 2019 Ray Dunn
Josh
You were born near the warm ocean,
grew up around there,
With your clear acrylic smile
and sun-kissed blonde hair

I, the winter cold
More north than I can remember,
We met that day you visited,
a brisk chill, that December

We drank and danced,
while the years passed over
Argued and grew apart,
our greatest fears, now sober

My memories of you, once treasured
Now, faded
as sun deprived lands complain,
Forever, jaded
Ray Dunn Apr 2019
The Morning Sun,
cuddled close to the Chill,
two monarchs—
deeply in love.
Idk I think I’ve had this line stuck in my head for ages. Anyway I wish I was better at writing love poems that weren’t so cliche
Ray Dunn Apr 2019
Pour water on a table.
Watch it roll off the sides with ease,
confidently flowing in every
direction at once.

Spot the little droplet left,
there you’ll find the
collection of apathetics,
begging to, at last, evaporate.
Ever since I started writing poetry, I’ve been desperately searching for a metaphor to describe apathy. Still haven’t found it. Haha
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