Dusty Questions

easily we trust one another
with our heads in the clouds and hearts on sleeves
to question, is considered a bother
being called into question, leaves many peeved
why should we take everything at face value?
I trust only those I love
but even those can deceive you
that's a betrayal undreamed of
who's to say the person behind the screen
is who they claim?
this credence given, is not what it seems
don't be made asinine, don't be shamed
take back your truth
clear away the dust
lying is uncouth.

~ This started out light hearted when I first started writing it, but ended up being more serious. It was first inspired by the fact that I was playing an online game called World of Warcraft and I was on a male character and so I pretended to be a different person to mess around with someone. It was quite humorous and they didn't mind. But when thinking about it, I considered how serious these identity lies can be or just any lies... people just trust people, it's our human nature to want to trust everyone. What do you think?
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Clock Watchers

minute by minute
the time creeps by
each tick moves it
boy how the time flies
where did it go?
into the past
the future is now, unknown
live like it's your last
no turning back
keep moving, living
take time to pack
be versatile, giving
tick tock, tick tock
pay Attention!
don't watch the clock
live, live, live, til it ends.

So sometimes I think we all watch the clock too much. Just like your life and be happy.
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Jealousy has NO FLOW

jealous is a word that makes me cringe
it can creep into your mind, heart and soul
and make them come unhinged
it slithers... slides
slipping in where it's not desired
finding a cozy spot in which to hide
it will sneak up on a soul
if given too much leeway
it will burrow in a deep... deep hole
let it consume, let it feed
put on the collar...leash
and let it lead
soon it becomes a house pet
but it needs put down
take it to the vet
evil creatures such as this
just don't belong...
don't deserve to exist.

Jealousy was on my mind a bit today and it surprised me. The title is humorous to me because the poem has no flow... I couldn't get it to work at all... /sigh. they can't all be winners. lol.
~T~

Open Windows

Open windows reveal to me
another world,
someone else's place to be
rushing by, I hope to glance
into this world
a hope, a chance
what lies behind those blinds
could change the way we think
do they have things to hide?
are they the next link?
so as those windows flash by
glance and you might see
a man who knows how to fly
or a woman going pee.

LOL, so I wrote this humorous poem today. The idea came to me when I was driving home from work and realized that when I see houses that have their lights on inside and curtains/blinds open, that I look to see what's going on inside the house...I guess I'm nosy...anyone else do this? lol.
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The Book of My Life

lost among the pages
I long never to leave
another world, different faces
the longer the book
the faster I read
the fantasy, my mind took
flew away, gone at last
uncertain of reality
escaping it's firm grasp
but what will become of me
as I burrow and hide
into the books I flee?
a great adventure
is what I long and crave
yet in reality, I will never venture
I am scared
because at the end
pages will sit idle as they were all I cared.

I reread the last Harry Potter book between last night and today. It made me feel very melancholy at the end. I hate the prologue at the end... it makes me sad to have missed 19 years of Harry and everyone else's life. Why do I feel so sad to miss a character from a books life? It wasn't real. Yet everyday I hide myself away, reading books, my head lost in my own world of imagination. I miss out on parts of my own life. Things I find myself scared to face. I am a coward. Too scared to live my own life the way I truly want to, in order to be happy. I can live vicariously through my books...but when it comes down to the end...we all die and what true love and life will I have to remember? Pages of print telling me what their adventure found... while I sat idle, too scared to grab my own. Fear of the unknown... can destroy life... If only I could now find the courage to grab my life and make it be what I want it to. Though with my books of fantasy, I find I long for those things that we know not to be real. Things of fantasy are my longing...and unobtainable. From a young age I always wished to be born in a different time, a different world. I do not fit here. I love my family but I long for something more...which I am unsure of. I'm not sure I know how to be happy anymore. I wish I knew how to find happiness. It's just an ongoing battle within myself for my life. Wish me luck.
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