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I I have a good imagination Nay I say I have a great one Hell, I'd be willing to say it is splendiforous Not a word? I don't really give a **** because With great imagination comes brand new words A brand new vocabulary is merely one pro Just a single benefit that A great imagination can bestow There are more but the first has got to be the words With these brand new syllables and letters yet to be invented One can weave a new language A secret code in which to communicate With the six foot, broadsword wielding fire-breathing ape That you can call your imaginary friend But with a great imagination, he is not imaginary He is indeed real He sits beside you in the dark As the nightmare still clings to your brow And he speaks Just when you can no longer stand the silence He will dance in front of your little eyes Just so the dark no longer seems evil And when you stand alone in a crowded yard Because your name is linked to a fictitious disease Thought up by lesser imaginations You can still have a friend that tells you you matter Yet with this scenario comes our first con People with no understanding of a great imagination People who do not love it as they should They tell you that because your friend is not technically real That you must surrender him You must lose him and take new friends Friends that must be better because they are flesh and blood Even though, they rejected you for nothing more Than the jealousy that lesser imaginations feel And so you do Because you are imaginative, not stupid You know that to argue would mean yet another label This time the disease you earn is all too real You don't fight losing your coping mechanism You will survive I will Because I have a great imagination II I have a great imagination One might even call it amazing I would call it unstoppable Because even when it takes heavy blow It still goes on It takes the loss of that imaginary friend And it redirects Barreling forward like a wayward locomotive It promises you that you will still be ok And you believe your imagination because the lies it tells Are the kind you are willing to believe in the name of sanity You get older Keep the most fanciful of your imagination hidden Because you've grown tired of the couch That piece of hardened leather Worn fabric situated under fluorescent lights Lights, your imagination says, are there to push it away The way the suited people speak You know its right But you need to let this imagination loose You must have the release that it craves for you This is the second pro It can give you direction You focus it Control it Weave it into magnificent fictions where the oddball can win Or destroy the world, whichever your imagination prefers You feel you have your true calling This is the sign you need that you are destined For more than ridicule In the world of pages and ink, your imagination is free The big con is It is free and unbothered As long as you keep it out of sight The wolves who have been waiting to tear you assunder Those false docs waiting to proclaim you mad The enemies of imagination They will look at the spoils of your toiling and tear into it Every piece of fiction conceived that does not sit right is wrong They say it is the result of the imagination's slow sister, The Subconscious That very real disease that once threatened you returns Its teeth barred You stare into its thrashing jaws The fear you feel is unlike anything you have before But you tell yourself you will survive You must I must Because I have a great imagination III I have a great imagination It is wonderful And it is maddening Not mad at the angry screaming But more of the psychotic laughing used to cover up the crying The final con this imagination has is fear As you move on from the lesser imaginations And ignore those searching for hidden meanings in your scribbles You start to rely more on your imagination It hasn't led you astray and its lies are always beneficial So you listen to it Yet it stews in your skull You don't engage it and it grows bored So it comes up with new ways to terrify you Just so it can amuse itself It gives you pictures of the end and the blackness beyond You see the faces of your mourners You try to imagine life without you And life in lifelessness You hear about a superbug that masquerades The deadly wolf in the ill sheep's clothes The images of your imagination kick in and every cough Every sniffle Every slight wrong feeling in your gut and you crave Hazmat gear You realize that you are not the protagonist of your own story You are not the hero You are not the plucky princess or the charming rogue You are able to die at a moment's notice and are unsure of what awaits you Heaven, Valhalla, blackness or lingering You don't know and you aren't ready to find out But in this con comes the final pro Hope When you are down , your imagination comes in to console you Just like the ape from your childhood It switches the visions It stows the ones that terrify you for the moment You now can picture yourself as a success Your imagination paying off Your dreams coming true You picture that moment when you naysay the naysayers They will come and beg forgiveness Apologize Everything looks bright I can feel the wind in my face And I have the courage to finally jump I spread my arms like wings And I soar Closing my eyes to the wind I don't care if I'm falling Because I know In the deepest pit of my heart That I am actually flying Because I have a great imagination
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Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 10:28 PM UTC
The Pros and Cons of Having a Great Imagination
I I have a good imagination Nay I say I have a great one Hell, I'd be willing to say it is splendiforous Not a word? I don't really give a **** because With great imagination comes brand new words A brand new vocabulary is merely one pro Just a single benefit that A great imagination can bestow There are more but the first has got to be the words With these brand new syllables and letters yet to be invented One can weave a new language A secret code in which to communicate With the six foot, broadsword wielding fire-breathing ape That you can call your imaginary friend But with a great imagination, he is not imaginary He is indeed real He sits beside you in the dark As the nightmare still clings to your brow And he speaks Just when you can no longer stand the silence He will dance in front of your little eyes Just so the dark no longer seems evil And when you stand alone in a crowded yard Because your name is linked to a fictitious disease Thought up by lesser imaginations You can still have a friend that tells you you matter Yet with this scenario comes our first con People with no understanding of a great imagination People who do not love it as they should They tell you that because your friend is not technically real That you must surrender him You must lose him and take new friends Friends that must be better because they are flesh and blood Even though, they rejected you for nothing more Than the jealousy that lesser imaginations feel And so you do Because you are imaginative, not stupid You know that to argue would mean yet another label This time the disease you earn is all too real You don't fight losing your coping mechanism You will survive I will Because I have a great imagination II I have a great imagination One might even call it amazing I would call it unstoppable Because even when it takes heavy blow It still goes on It takes the loss of that imaginary friend And it redirects Barreling forward like a wayward locomotive It promises you that you will still be ok And you believe your imagination because the lies it tells Are the kind you are willing to believe in the name of sanity You get older Keep the most fanciful of your imagination hidden Because you've grown tired of the couch That piece of hardened leather Worn fabric situated under fluorescent lights Lights, your imagination says, are there to push it away The way the suited people speak You know its right But you need to let this imagination loose You must have the release that it craves for you This is the second pro It can give you direction You focus it Control it Weave it into magnificent fictions where the oddball can win Or destroy the world, whichever your imagination prefers You feel you have your true calling This is the sign you need that you are destined For more than ridicule In the world of pages and ink, your imagination is free The big con is It is free and unbothered As long as you keep it out of sight The wolves who have been waiting to tear you assunder Those false docs waiting to proclaim you mad The enemies of imagination They will look at the spoils of your toiling and tear into it Every piece of fiction conceived that does not sit right is wrong They say it is the result of the imagination's slow sister, The Subconscious That very real disease that once threatened you returns Its teeth barred You stare into its thrashing jaws The fear you feel is unlike anything you have before But you tell yourself you will survive You must I must Because I have a great imagination III I have a great imagination It is wonderful And it is maddening Not mad at the angry screaming But more of the psychotic laughing used to cover up the crying The final con this imagination has is fear As you move on from the lesser imaginations And ignore those searching for hidden meanings in your scribbles You start to rely more on your imagination It hasn't led you astray and its lies are always beneficial So you listen to it Yet it stews in your skull You don't engage it and it grows bored So it comes up with new ways to terrify you Just so it can amuse itself It gives you pictures of the end and the blackness beyond You see the faces of your mourners You try to imagine life without you And life in lifelessness You hear about a superbug that masquerades The deadly wolf in the ill sheep's clothes The images of your imagination kick in and every cough Every sniffle Every slight wrong feeling in your gut and you crave Hazmat gear You realize that you are not the protagonist of your own story You are not the hero You are not the plucky princess or the charming rogue You are able to die at a moment's notice and are unsure of what awaits you Heaven, Valhalla, blackness or lingering You don't know and you aren't ready to find out But in this con comes the final pro Hope When you are down , your imagination comes in to console you Just like the ape from your childhood It switches the visions It stows the ones that terrify you for the moment You now can picture yourself as a success Your imagination paying off Your dreams coming true You picture that moment when you naysay the naysayers They will come and beg forgiveness Apologize Everything looks bright I can feel the wind in my face And I have the courage to finally jump I spread my arms like wings And I soar Closing my eyes to the wind I don't care if I'm falling Because I know In the deepest pit of my heart That I am actually flying Because I have a great imagination
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35/Trans Female/American
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 10:28 PM UTC
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