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Drab Oct 31
I would like to write a novel of my life.
Only, I would be completely, anonymous.
In everything.
Looking from a third person,
If you, will.
Kind of like, Forrest Gump,

Without all the publicity.

Or Tom Hanks.
Or Mrs. Underwood (the late)….
Jenny.
I did like Capt. DAN however.
But alas it was a dream.
In someone else’s reality.
Now what's next?
Or who's, next?
There is a song there somewhere...
F s. penn

hi pete
Drab Oct 13
Why is it that being me,
Takes up all my time?
It’s really a heavy load to bear.
But you are up to it.
notable - see big shoulders
Drab Oct 3
Of course, in the interest of Diversity, Elusiveness and inSecurity, only "HE's" that can aim, miss...
I had to do this.....It's a comment I made on one of my poems in regard to what someone else commented (KISS).. I'm so self=centered it hurts!!!!!!!
Drab Sep 17
The day was cold.

It wasn’t “just right”.

Suddenly a flash.

We had been warned.
It’s a thermo-nuclear-coupler, that tripped.
They are all gone now…
NOTE – just put the TNC in there, to see if people even pay attention….

You Awake?
GaryFairy Apr 2022
Please keep yourself safe from the bird flu. Do not drink out of bird baths and do not drink after your parrot. Your parrot may have a late night friend, that you don't know about.

Check around your house for bird feathers. They might be sneaking in through a window.

There is also bat flu and pig flew.

Stay Safe!
Don't worry, we are safe from the monkey flu
Mateah May 2020
?
What if this entire world
Was only just a dream?
If everything you said and did
Was never heard or seen?
Mateah May 2020
...
If I do have wisdom,
Why can’t I recognize?
And if I don’t know that it’s wisdom,
Well... am I even wise?
Just thinking.... if you have an answer or opinion on this please share it!
stranger Feb 2020
no
Love...
Coming in sunset hues in my dreams
And incubus-like shadows.
Too long...
I watched honey smeared lips
And just admired.
I feel...
That love smells rather of pesticides than freedom.
Like having to love to say I hate you?
What the **** is that...
Love...
Is cold in the air
Platonic, romantical, ****** you name it.
I've no love to spare.
Gravitational regret...
How smooth can you be?
What's falling in love and what's just thinking about it, the possibility, of potentially feeling what is marketed as... Love.
Dedicational letters or careless texts seem useless,
Unless they make you feel less worthless.
Nonetheless it's just advertisement for some feeling growing out of my inexistent basement.
Cynical...
I've been told,  told that I have an asexual view over romanticisms and ****** encounters.
No.
I am just as perverted as the rest of the world,
Possibly even more.
But what is ******* and *** to love
The statuesque human principle?
Simply just as relatives as time.
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