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A Nony Mouse Dec 2013
Like someone hit a baseball into your throat,
as it travels slow like molasses down the esophagus.
Then it just lurks in there for a while,
until it reaches your stomach
And once it's there, it remains.
It grows long spikes,
and longer those grow,
then they churn in the basket of your tummy.
Ripping apart each entity while it resides.

Eventually it vacates,
only to lurch back into your system,
reverting back to old ways.

It poisons your thoughts;
it fills your head,
and it expands until you blow up on someone.
That's about how it feels.
A Nony Mouse Mar 2013
You make me look stupid when I drool thinking about you,
It seems you have no problem running through my mind.
Are you running, or just skipping in there?
Or maybe your shoelaces are untied?
Because something tickles that makes me wanna laugh,
When you prance all over my thoughts, my other half.

You come through my doors: without a knock,
Never even a warning.
Crawling through my eyelids,
And fizzing down out of my mouth.
A Nony Mouse Jan 2013
Is it possible to die from missing someone?
What could you pronounce the cause of death?
Consider it top 5 ways to die,
Up against being loved to death (figuratively),
You would have a clear picture in your head for eternity,
Thoughts are sometimes ephemeral; but not there.
Maybe our thoughts aren’t dreams at all,
For the summation of all life [on Earth] is but the length of a fleeting thought,
When put into perspective with all the galaxies,
So entire lives are near less than existent,
Then our dreams are equal to that,
Both of effable insignificance,
Hence equally important.
In fact, dreams are the essence of reality.
So long as we can invent dreams,
We can create reality.

Proof of this can be found above the surface of pondering.
As my dreams of him become more vivid,
The reality he creates on my behalf becomes all the better.
The more I practice dreaming of him while he is gone,
The greater they become,
And so he becomes greater than great.
Pathetically explained,
And foolish it seems.
He is better than all my dreams.

If not logical,
Maybe,
Just maybe;
That is what I convince upon myself,
In order to believe that my reality from my dreams,
While missing him,
Making my dreams unbelievably productive.

You can continue to believe that life is longer than any dream,
But if you make take the reciprocal of that,
[and make your dreams longer than life]
Perhaps you will realize it is dreams that are reality.

Dying of missing him,
In turn,
Would be no different from an eternal dream,
Which in reality is death.
But if you are still perpetually dreaming, then you are always alive.
That’s the beauty of a dream; it never dies.
A Nony Mouse Jan 2013
Reality is hostile.
It isn’t set in stone but it is written in ink,
Easily smudge-able and difficult to interpret.
Personality is rude.
It comes and goes as it pleases,
Without posing for pictures or saying goodbye.

Wit is forlorn.
Never quite certain are the wise,
And boasting of answers are the foolish.
Beauty is evil in disguise.
Veiling the insides of the honest,
Uncovering the lies of the cowards and the tricks,
So the opposites may be seen.

And so it’s hard to find someone like you,
Who is all that’s hard to find.
A real kind of entity, who opposes all transparency.
A true beauty with no disguise, rather a virtue not to feminize.
A person with that on inside and out.

**That is why I Love You.
A Nony Mouse Jul 2012
The only thing I have that’s push to start is my dryer,
But the only thing we need right here is love,
We never have to go out,
Cause we can cook each other food,
And we’ll never need new clothes,
Because I like the way you look just in your skin,
And I don’t need no railings,
Cause you know how to hold me,
We won’t need nothing more,
Than me & you.

Me & you are gonna see the world together,
Together we’ll change the world forever,
People will be jealous when they realize they can never be us,
But they’ll still come over all the time,
Just to see us.
Me & you; there’s nothing more anyone could ask for.

And when we get old,
We’ll tell them all our secrets,
We’ll teach them all about their past and their futures,
We’ll tell them how we met, how we fought, how we laughed,
How we cried, how we made it,
And that we’ll always be,
Because without You there’s no Me.
A Nony Mouse Jun 2012
This time it was more than pillow talk
It was more like word *****
By the time 5am rolled around we had already discussed so many things
We wondered what our lives would be like if we hadn’t gotten on that bus
We pondered life without each other
We were together able to think impulsively
About us down the road
About a beautiful family waiting for us far away
We remained in the fantasy world of “what ifs” and “maybes” all night long
I liked it there
I liked imagining my world with him
Without him
Married to him
Never meeting him
We talked about past relations
I kept asking him questions
I could feel myself acting like one of those annoying girls in the movies
But I couldn’t help it
I just kept asking
And he kept answering
He was honest
He was always honest with me
But then I was hearing answers I didn’t like
And microscopic streams of tears ran down my cheeks
I was realizing how in love I was
And how his love might not amount to mine
I knew he loved me but I couldn’t stop thinking about it
Sometimes it scares me how much I love him
So I whispered to him that I never wanted us to end
And he said all we can do is try
A Nony Mouse May 2012
It had to be the kinda night you’re waiting for all afternoon,
You’ve kept busy but nothing will take your mind off of him,
Even the biggest disappointment couldn’t keep you upset,
After all you two have been through,
These are the summer nights you dream of,
These are the nights you live for,
You’re finally living the way you never thought you would,
Everything has fallen into place.

Tonight I could’ve fell asleep in the arms of the man I love,
The key word is could’ve because I didn’t,
Maybe it was because I liked the way his heart danced beneath his chest,
Or maybe it was because gazing into his eyes was more peaceful than the best sleep I could dream of.

Looking at him was one thing,
But touching him felt like the first touch every time,
When I touched him it was like he was off limits but nobody could stop me,
It made me never wanna let him go.
He might wonder why I hold on so tight but I think he has to know.

No one else could hold his baby the way he did,
He held her like she meant the world to him,
And sometimes they’d look at each other calmly in silence
But his eyes would be whispering, “I love you,”
It sounds crazy, corny, cheesy,
But I swear his eyes could talk.
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