The Image not the story...
Sometimes I pretend Iām normal, I clean up pretty well
But no one sees the black dog sitting on my shoulder.
I talk- with words, I use them ā allā¦
But seems to me Ā that no one really understands.
Sometimes I stumble.., I pick upā¦stumble again..
Isnāt that strange? or maybe not, as no one notices.
I try to keep my eyes focused, mostly on other people but
my attention wanders, I donāt want to look any more.
Talking AT me seems the thing, telling Ā me Iām ādoing wellā..
Moronic smile and head patting part of the routine.
Iām smiling back..bravely..thinking āIdiot- how could you know anything?
Sometimes I pretend Iām normal and use my words to say
ā Iām good..how are the kidsā
But thinking āIām dying with sadness, put me in a box
Ā
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This is all we do; tidy up our world by putting each other in boxes.
The temptation to crawl into one; where it's warm and comfortable and quiet: can be overwhelming at times. But then you're just trapped...with nothing left to do except sleep. Which is an unworthy fate for an artist...even if it does feel inescapable at our lowest moments.
Stop pretending that you're normal. Admit that you're a poet...and watch the 'normals' flee in terror!!
J ;)
Hi Jason- oh hell you have it in one!!! I suspect you are speaking with a true insight my friend..you, of course, are absolutely correct...who really wants to be 'normal' ?I'm a POET !!! now run you 'normals!!! - Thank you so much for your comments but also for the smile - which is immeasurable in value xx
LodigianaĀ
Hi Lodigiana, another great piece of work ..Loving your work and always good to read new additions xxĀ
My Dear lodigiana,
There once was a beautiful maiden
Who believed she had opened Pandora's Box
With sad thoughts then oft times she was laden
Not realizing she was truly a fox
.
Then one day a Knight came upon her
And his heart he felt starting to race
He said "In my soul you've caused quite a stirring"
And they entered a lifelong embrace
.
Hugs, Peace and Love,
Larry xxx
Ā
Hi Larry, you truly are a born poet- words run through your blood! I loved your poem!Thank you so much for taking the time to comment so wonderfully dear friend! Hugs, peace and love right back at 'ya ! xx
LodigianaĀ