This seems like fun. What do you all think?
Pen, I ship you with everyone.
are we living in a world of make believe
finding ourselves void
of even a spark of reality
surviving on cast off’s
remnants of other’s dreams
Upon my breast
sleeps the pages of
a smooth thick novel
spending the night with
a passionate story in
Your skin pages
the concept of a “Freudian Slip” just doesn’t make any sex to me at all
The birds sit in fragile nests,
Atop their trees they are twittering,
What sounds sweet to us, are obscenities,
They scream at each other to not come near,
Lest their their home woven of rotten twigs,
The birds are twittering,
Making every forest lousy with noise,
While they stay rooted in their nests,
Feet sank in the branches,
With moon and sun in the skies,
The birds twittering echoing through the atmosphere.
And they must keep at it,
They must continue their noise pollution,
Lest the veil of silence fall over the world,
And like ripples in a pool of water become still,
And capable of reflection,
They must keep their angry songs,
For they are terrified of the image that silence does reflect.