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SDLEEWIS 16h
.. not sure what to think of this one yet
I had a strange, vivid dream about you, with you in my childhood home, meeting my mother and being able to see the face of what could’ve been your son

and if that wasn’t weird enough,
there was a crow or maybe, maybe a raven, tapping its beak on my bedroom window right after I woke up from this dream
Leeann Rose Jan 18
Love me less , & respect me more ...
I am not a punching bag ..
I am not the reason why you are mad.
Don't yell at me ...
Dont insult me ...
Dont belittle me ..
Like you hate my guts.

Saying you love me, but bruising my heart
Trying to figure out what’s wrong with me?
Got me questioning my worth..
Looking in the mirror, and I can’t get the right angle..
Can’t take pictures, cause I think the camera is broken.. but it’s only you that’s broken ...

You throw words at my head, got me thinking I’m bugging ..
I gotta think straight...
Maybe you love me to hard ..
You say you love me so much..
I need you to love me a little less
And respect me more ...
on the stool the Mantis sat
I watched him for a good while
until he turned to face the piano
stretched his incredibly long legs and arms
and began to play
a version of colorblind so intensely beautiful
it brought tears to my shallow eyes
and warmth to my frozen heart
just after the final note echoed down the hallway
he snagged a fly that had fallen
under the hypnotic beauty of his play
he turned his head in that peculiar way they do
and gazed at me
blinked one giant eye and said
'never assume'
don't ask
MisfitOfSociety Nov 2020
This is going to sound crazy,
But...

I think I saw an alien yesterday.

I was kissing my wife when all of a sudden she changed form in front of me.
She was looking like a grey, scaly Asian grandma with Kardasian lips and eyes as black as holes.
Not only are the aliens infiltrating our governments but they are infiltrating my love life as well.

The reptilian leaned in, speaking without words.
Like it was talking in my thoughts.
He reached out to me,
And we ascended into his flaming Dorito in the sky.

We went from 0 to 300,000 miles per hour in the split of a second.
I think I saw a military pilot as we were passing by.
He tried to catch us, but we escaped in the blink of an eye.

Angel?
Extra-terrestrial?
Visitor from the Zeta Reticuli?
Or perhaps something inter dimension?

He took me to meet his family,
They had a message for me.
They were the ones who gave rise to humanity.
They think our fear of death is kinda funny.

They were so welcoming,
All about peace, love and understanding.
They do not understand war,
They don’t understand us at all.

I woke up the next morning back in my bed.
I can’t remember what happened,
I think they put something in my head.
My great grandmother thinks I was abducted.

I’m!

Not!

Crazy!

But the media would have you believe I am.
They twist my words to make them sound insane.

It wasn’t a man in a rubber suit.
Please believe what I say.
You believe me don’t you?
It was a mother ******* Roswell Grey.

I’m!

Not!

Insane!

But since It was not on the tv.
It’s not welcome in your reality?

Go ahead and ridicule me,
Try and keep me quiet.
But I know what I saw,
And I will never deny it.

We’re not alone.
We share a home,
With another life form.
They’ve been here for a very long time.

Is there life out there?
I want to believe.
Beam me up, Scotty.
I want to leave.
Tommy Randell Oct 2020
You? You don't believe what you dreamed?
What kind of Poet has no Hope -
You can't remember what you did?
Just look back at what you wrote.

Oh, you never wrote things down?
So, why live in wood if you dont like leaves?
That stuff going on between your ears, that IS
Your Reason, your Motive, THAT is why you breathe.

From what ancient drum does my rhythm come?
From whose tarry mouth do these words spring forth?
I survive to write of my own demise
In the great tradition of Romantic plots -

Don't aspire to be that Poet
You say you've always loved to read -
Don't pretend you've always known it
When your bones have never learned to bleed!
Initial J Sep 2020
I'm feeling quixotic
I'm definitely all there
But I also feel like I'm not

Always felt neurotic
On the verge of breaking down
Seems like I'm utterly toxic

If you see me being manic
You don't have to be scared
I'm the one who will panic

Try you hardest to look past
I'll work even harder still
To make sure you'll forget this outcast
Expanding my vocabulary to please the populous to the contrary that it can be quite necessary to be educated to disprove the doubts that they all carry
Poetic T Sep 2020
A squirrel offered me
              a *******.

But just fondled my
            Nuts the whole time ..
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