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I dreamt I met a friend tonight. She would always greet me with a smile Say Hi in a sweet voice voice. Hug me with a gentle warmth.
I dreamt I met a friend tonight. She was as dorky as I was She loved video games and music She loves Singing and her voice like heaven in sound form
I dreamt I met a friend tonight Her boyfriend cool as the breeze We would shoot shit about life And he always had a smile
I dreamt I met a friend tonight We would go out with friends She would save me a seat for Blu ray night And we would always crack dorky jokes
I dreamt I met a friend tonight She said she had to go That she would meet me again in my dreams She hugged me, kissed me in the cheek, and sang "Til next time"
I woke up with faded memories of a Girl I met with warm smile a gentle soul and a soothing voice
I smile at the memory of the Friend I dreamt I met Last Night
(c) Curtis Johnathan Jones 2015
A Courteous Silhouette Production.
I dreamt I met a friend tonight. She was as dorky as I was She loved video games and music She loves Singing and her voice like heaven in sound form
I dreamt I met a friend tonight Her boyfriend cool as the breeze We would shoot shit about life And he always had a smile
I dreamt I met a friend tonight We would go out with friends She would save me a seat for Blu ray night And we would always crack dorky jokes
I dreamt I met a friend tonight She said she had to go That she would meet me again in my dreams She hugged me, kissed me in the cheek, and sang "Til next time"
I woke up with faded memories of a Girl I met with warm smile a gentle soul and a soothing voice
I smile at the memory of the Friend I dreamt I met Last Night
(c) Curtis Johnathan Jones 2015
A Courteous Silhouette Production.
Literature
Fields and Fields and Endless Fields
He looks on across sprawling fields
of futures and possibilities.
Behind him is a pin prick--the past. The
linear thing that happened.
It's there, like a root, underground,
surrounded by dirt and worms.
It's there, bursting from seed and
pressing to the surface. Always pressing
into the fields.
The past is the root. We are the tree.
The fields make up the rest.
And the fields are where the
magic happens. They're a playground of sorts.
Full of possibilities. Governed by illusions.
Ruled by nothing that can be controlled.
Dangerous and deadly and too
big to comprehend.
So he looks across them all, fields and fields and
endle
Literature
What Do You See
What do you see
When you look at me
A stunning face?
A beauty?
A grace?
I see someone with a double chin
Pants that slide down
Cause she wears them
Again and again
A quiet look
And dead, but beautiful, eyes
Asking to die
But terrified of that option
Whether it be by her hands
Or someone else's
Calloused hands
From simple work
No longer soft
Or carefree
Only ragged
The only ones
Who have actually seen
Or felt
What's inside of me
Literature
A Moment
Place your hand over mine
Look me in the eye
Open my soul up and
Let it all unwind
Leave me dangling from a string
Wrapped around you, wrapped around my heart
Stretching, pulling,
Snapping
So what are you and I gonna do, my dear?
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I love it... The last line really resonate with me as there are times when I have dreamt of lovely things and upon waking, sadly smile at the passing memory.