"outest" poems
I'll come back tomorrow
I'll join common sense and logic in the morning
Until then I will dream
indulge myself in outrageous possibility
ones that are the outest of reach
that will make my heart sing and my stomach fly
I will smile and I will laugh
I will take a walk through my mind
I'll let myself off the leash of reality
basking in the fiction of mind
until morning I will live in hopes of possibility
and once the sun rises I will be brought back
but without a second thought I will remember the blissful happiness
to take me through the actuality of day and pain
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 9:15 AM UTC
There's a palm tree
Outside my kitchen window
It outest extremities
Don't quite touch the glass
Of the thing we could gladly
Talk between us
And feel the feel
Of the connection at last.
Jun 12, 2025
Jun 12, 2025 at 12:45 PM UTC