"vitalities" poems
Writing a story on a topic,
Hazing away at the microsoapics,
I write stories that aren’t meant to be fun,
Just the basic humdrum.
Reality is my Inspiration,
No matter the mood I’m in.
Dragons and Wizards are to be left on the bookshelves,
As I run to work,
And meet my colleagues for a day of writing reality.
We walk the world in actuality,
And see people with all different vitality.
People of all different ideas of reality.
They speak,
I listen,
I ask,
And they answer,
And we both learn about reality together.
I then write what I heard,
Tell what I saw,
And let the ideas fly like birds.
I've seen all people of life,
I've heard many of there trifes.
I laughed at their victories,
I cry at their lost,
And I hear all their vivid histories.
I write all types of reality,
From the memories of all different types of vitalities.
And as I write about how reality unfurls,
I write about the greatest dreams of this world
Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 11:07 PM UTC
let us smoke together and burn ashes
into the solid ground of hell beneath us
let us drink the addictive poison
until the tears we cry are solid pure liquor
let us get a permanent high off of
each other's gratitude towards how
we spend the last of our lives
let us finally enjoy the vitalities
we've been eager to release to each other
let us do things no other atrocious pair
would even bluntly think about doing.
make yourself even more irresistible to me
and I'll make you look at me the same way
you look at the most beautiful, delicate piece
of poetry
- m.n.
Jan 17, 2014
Jan 17, 2014 at 10:36 PM UTC