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Akin to a swirling mist
I swear standing just like this

I never believed him
Until I saw one of them

They hover just outta sight
Something I thought I'd never see
This guys been up too many nights
Then it happened to me

Late one night
As I lay awake
I saw her there

She was doing dishes
I couldn't help but stare

In a blink she was gone
Evaporated into thin air
I had been wrong
I began to despair

They only pop in
Harbingers of excess
Once you're off the deep end

This must not happen
I must get away
I sat shaken
I had thought I could play
  Nov 2014 Jonathan B Wilson
Old Soul
Perfect my makeup
Get all dressed up
Turn up the music
Shut the lights off

Scream the words to the song
Dance with the door
Make out with the wall
Get down to the floor

Jump on the bed
Pretend you're a flirt
Take a shot of some whiskey
Down a few more

Act out a scene
Pace around the room
Talk to your posters
The clock strikes two

Put on a good love song
Throw your clothes to the floor
Now it's past bedtime
Go to sleep wanting more

Get up and go to work
Have a thrilling day
When is it over
I just want to play

Drive home with a smile
The day's nearly done
Stop at the liquor store
It's time for some fun

Throw off your clothes
As you get through the door
Dance the night away again
Always wanting more
A quick poem about how I relax and unwind at the end of the day- through dancing and pretending that I'm somewhere I'm not. I only used to do this when I was stressed but now it's become a fun little habit and I like to think of it as good excercise so I don't have to go to the gym (lol!) Please tell me I'm not the only one who does this?! Okay maybe I am slightly crazy but I promise only in a good way!
Immersed so deep
Questioning the way of the sheep
Sheep who conform to this reality
Without so much as a peep

They might begin to realize
Just what they're missing
If they saw the world through my eyes

I wish I could share this vision
With more than just words
This reality is derision
This mockery for the birds

Some may call it escape
Looking at the world through open eyes
But when your pupils begin to gape
You can see through the lies

So partake and open yourself
To a world of beauty and wonder

These are my trippin' bawls
I hope they make you ponder
I don't expect you to understand
Why I recoil when
You extend your arms and hands
Why I brace for impact
Within the trajectory of your touch
It is warm,
and I am cold.
It is wind,
and I am stone.
IF YOU STEAL THIS POEM, OR ANY OTHER POEMS OF MINE. I WILL FIND YOU, AND I WILL COME AFTER YOU LEGALLY. I AM SOOO SICK OF SEEING THIS POEM ALL OVER THE INTERNET WITH SOMEONE ELSE'S NAME UNDER IT. I DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW YOU CAN LIVE WITH YOURSELVES. STEALING OTHERS WORK AND CLAIMING IT AS YOUR OWN. BUT ALL OF THESE ARE COPYRIGHTED SONGS. SO YOU BETTER HOPE I DON'T CATCH YOU. P.S. THANKS TO ALL OF THE PEOPLE FINDING AND TELLING ME ABOUT THESE FAKES. I APPRECIATE THE LOYALTY. :)
I do confess to ****
But I can't not aspirate
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