I miss us
The US which never existed
The late night calls,
The secret talks, sneak out,
And everything that falls
You were my treasure,
I found on my dark island
But now everything fells silent
Numb maybe
I was so used to you
That without you there was no me
I was always scared of being alone
Nevermind you moulded me into a stone
You didn't broke my heart babe
U took it with you
But i deserve to know for who
Was I so unlovable
Or was I too available.
I wish i could do the same
Wish you could know what it feels to be In flames
Love is such a blessing
But you made it a cursing.
But I realized I was not in love with you
I was in love with the idea of you.
I miss us
The US which never existed
The late night calls,
The secret talks, sneak out,
And everything that falls
You were my treasure,
I found on my dark island
But now everything fells silent
Numb maybe
I was so used to you
That without you there was no me
I was always scared of being alone
Nevermind you moulded me into a stone
You didn't broke my heart babe
U took it with you
But i deserve to know for who
Was I so unlovable
Or was I too available.
I wish i could do the same
Wish you could know what it feels to be In flames
Love is such a blessing
But you made it a cursing.
But I realized I was not in love with you
I was in love with the idea of you.
jack-o-lantern stack of four
tried to sneak out witch’s door
she caught them and reeled them right back in
they were now guarded by her silly twin
we can outfox her, the leader of the stack said
they pretended to snore, got into her pithy head
she was soon asleep, not watching them at all
we can do it now! said the littlest one, his name was Small
They began to sneak and approached the door
It opened up and there was the witch LaMore
I knew I’d have to do the job myself, she said.
The pumpkins stayed there, hearts felt like lead.
It’s time to put forth some new information
to shatter the myth of small primate intimidation
I’m done scurrying from one alley to another
just to scrounge some rancid cheese for my brothers
So, from now on it’s full bore galore
Me and my friends are hittin’ up every dairy store
I distract ‘em in front with my Mighty Mouse routine
While my comrades sneak out the back with limburger unseen
And next month, we invade Madison Cheese Garden
(I’ll be the one with a butcher knife and hard-hat-on)
Human and using my hands.
Strong as me, I guess.
Padded locked rooms like honeycombs.
Wanting to be un-extinct.
False memories.
Human and jumping around.
I like to write in notebooks too.
Dashing through the hallway so fast.
A spider that thinks he’s hiding.
Nothing-connections.
Human and having eyebrows.
Grappling eyes and nothing else.
Honeycombs oozing like padded rooms.
False memories just hop on board.
Like spider-things.
Being human is.
Like lying all the time.
Sleeping other times.
And resting, never.
The padded rooms don’t morph, but I try.
Being human.
Sometimes we think it's unique.
Other times, we buzz around trying to break out.
Trying to sneak out too.
I lie.
Lying to them.
Knowing it won’t get me out.
The feeling of sticky connective tissue.
And me.
Human.
I take myself away from the bibble-babble-bss-bss throng
brainless gossipmongers that are almost always wrong
spreading this, that and the other, with nary a bit of proof
two of the worst of these are my Uncle Bob and Auntie Ruth
When they start their rumors, I sneak out of the room
And never answer their invites to join them on a Zoom
At work when the employees begin to whisper, point and sneer
I take my lunch to my own room, to retain a bit of cheer.
Why is the silence
Like a deafening roar
I still cringe when someone
Knocks on our door
I wait for your chorus
Your lion like bark
But the silence is blinding
Like a nuke in the dark
I wake up to barking
And half asleep
I automatically go
Check outside for a creep
I wake in the night
And sneak out of bed
So I don't disturb you
Then I remember your dead
Why would the world
Steal you like that
I couldn't tell you I loved you
And send you off with a pat
The world didn't deserve
An angel like you
And wherever you are
I'll always love you my boo
When we where younger we all wanted that invisibility cloak, talking about how many pranks we would do or how we would sneak out
I was born with it sewn into my skin
I’ve tried cutting it, dyeing it but nothing seems to affect the effect
Sugar, my sweet, you’ve slipped away,
Into the light of a softer day.
My heart aches deep, it’s hard to bear,
This quiet house, this empty air.
You were my shadow, soft and warm,
A snuggle-seeking, loving form.
With wagging tail and gentle eyes,
You filled my world with sweet surprise.
Escape artist with a wild soul,
You chased the wind, you played the role
Of fearless friend on grand crusades,
Through tangled woods and open glades.
But now those paws have come to rest,
And though I know it’s for the best,
I wish for just one moment more—
One happy bark, one leap, one door
You'd sneak out through with that sly grin,
Your little games, your spirit’s spin.
I miss your warmth beside my bed,
The nuzzle of your sleepy head.
The silence now is sharp and wide,
Without my Sugar by my side.
But love like yours does not just part,
It lingers in the quiet heart.
Forever mine, you’ll always be—
A friend, a joy, a piece of me.
Today I’m grateful for a be filled with beautiful memories…
Memories I’m always happy to revisit for a little while…
Memories that sneak out of my eyes
run down my cheeks
and find their way into smile.
Dead Sense
Noiseless Words
Sneak Out Of Dumb Whimsy
To Flatten On The Screen.
(What-Ever Isn't Fast Enough To Escape:)
Splat!
Did It Make A Sound?
-Gray Squirrel
05-15-2025
Another poster of a child holding her lost pet.
When I see them, man, the sinking feeling that I get.
Why can't pets just learn to stay at home?
Why are they always dying to go on the roam?
I haven't seen or heard of one happy ending yet.
This is not why we did love you ~
and learned to think the whole world of you ~
just so you could sneak out the back door ~
never to be seen anymore ~
except in visions ~ with a coyote glowering down from above you.
three faeries with beautifully veined transparent wings arrived at midnight
Not unlike Pan who had been there before, they brought happiness light.
Their mission was to add some levity and joy to the current night life
I sneaked up on them in silence, feeling more voyeur than young wife.
Silent in the deep weeds, I watched the three faeries frolic and play in fun.
If I made a loud song, they would be gone way before the returning sun.
At three a.m. I sneezed, and the entire faerie brigade stood perfectly still.
“Come on out!” one demanded, staring at the neighboring hill.
Out came a dragon, a buzzard, two raccoons, a squirrel, a frog and a fish.
The fish was in a bowl, being carried by the raccoons, as if a delicate dish.
We will teach you some dance moves, the faerie queen said, “okay?”
More was going on, but a the sandman in a dream whisked me away.
I know what I saw, I am not wrong about that.
I still see these three faeries, at the drop of a hat.
Sometimes I sneak out at midnight to try to glimpse them again.
So far, I have come up empty, but some day, it will be a win.
I could have danced all night!
We would have been a sight!
Rocking in the rocking chair room.
Across the room,
Almost out the door,
Keep on rocking,
There's always more!
As we sat in the rocking chair room.
No one knows the fun it is,
To sneak out at noon,
And spend an hour in the rocking chair room.
The women that watch us are out of sight,
Gone to lunch for a bite.
No one is near us,
In the rocking chair room.
Now we are sedately settling down.
The women who watch us,
Are all back from town.
Wake up in the middle of the night
sneak out and come talk to me
I need to hear your voice speaking gently
I need to see the shine in your eyes
when you look at me
I need to feel the warmth in your heart
cause you're with me.
Long night holds no comfort to the distance we face
but as long as love hold no bonds
we can weather whatever it takes
Know that this love is real
We don't have time for no fakes
And I'll wait for you no matter how long it takes
Wake up are you dreaming of me
dreaming of the things that we will one day see
dreaming of a future that was predestined to be
Wake up my love and can come talk to me
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