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Running a finger upon the spines
Treasures of unrequited wit
It can be difficult to wear a smile
When you always feel like shit
Fingerprints on the dusty shelves
Disfigured; in need of some rest
Looking for inspiration in the pages
Slowly drowning despite doing my best
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Not much I could do
She was out of my league
Pretty sure she didn’t know
My soul filled with intrigue
Flashing my humble smile
Women don’t fall in love with wit
Transitioning my pride
In this world, I appear wholly unfit Like this: Like Loading...
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Snark doesn’t make you what you want to be
You’re infatuated with being cool throughout Constantly proving your wit for all to see Reality is you’re hiding & putting your soul in doubt Like this: Like Loading...
Surviving by the bright light of day
Pouring coffee directly into my weary eyes
Can’t sleep at night since I must remain alert
Anxious; trying to hide my soul’s invisible cries
Gathering my wits to merely successfully exist
Waiting for the other shoe to drop & Hell to begin
Tired of cowering away in forgotten silence
Appearing strong since no one sees the enemy within Like this: Like Loading...
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& so I taught myself
Digging deep into classical books Borrowing from their bright words Until some knowledge overtook
Then I broke free of their grip Slicing my own path & charging off I sit by the fire, gathering my wits I block you out – you merely scoff I don’t care for your opinion You regurgitate falsehoods & lies I’m running through the wilderness & now I’m the Lord of the Flies Like this: Like Loading...
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Summer’s dog days of the forgone
Experiencing a crisis of fate
Sharpening our wits on bathtub gin
Wondering if it’s worth the effort to curate Like this: Like Loading...
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I’m so happy, I’ll dance you a jig
With my eyes open, these dreams so big
Still living this life with childhood eyes
Truth always revealed as the tears dried
Sailing ships, battered by wind & storm
Ignoring reason, logic & the accepted norm
Life gets hectic, it’s often a terrible mess
Never grow up, push past into happiness
Fairy influence & the magic it might behold
Let us go now & create a story that’s yet untold
Where love & insanity will always meet
The freedom within our wild heartbeats
Close your eyes, finding something lost
Your favorite memory forever embossed
Tossed into slumbering pages of a book
Captive audiences held by Captain Hook
The golden cutlass, the prize of his plunder
Sharp, but wit marks our Boy Wonder
The best things in life are never planned
Without remorse, we return to Neverland Like this: Like Loading...
There are many fancy writers
Those who are great, they’ve decided
Elegant illustrations & plunging necklines
But hubris is often one-sided
There are many arrogant writers
Quick with the wit they’ve decried
Moans of pain suited to their fame
Loving with one eye open it’s often implied
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Pouring a tall wine in the fine crystal
The fancy stuff from our Wedding day Leaving behind clothing as we speak Your look disregards anything I have to say
My eyes are up here, my beautiful Bride
Please focus on my charm & wit I can tell you only desire one thing But first lady, you’re going to have to submit Like this: Like Loading...
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I can’t swim that far
No use for a sailor like me Floating with the jetsam Without the pomp or jubilee This grey cell rocking On each & every wave At the whim of nature I pray for Jesus to save A daily grind in hell No time for witty quips This a mere life raft For the Devil’s Flagship Like this: Like Loading...