Description: i wanted to be weird...because that's how my relationship is with this person. this mediocre person who thinks life is just a chore. life is experience....not just existence. and he will never get ahead in life with a possible mate or in just being successful if he doesn't realize that you can't sit on life your whole life, you've got to use your legs and run into life's arms....else you're left make believing of what it would be like if you took that chance.
make believe -------------------------------------------
Make she a believer that
he’s really what he say he be...
she sees a jeopardy to sanity
she who don’t need;
the she is me
who sees a make believer
makin’ everyone believe
he who needs;
the he is thee
who specializes in deceit
adamantly avoids defeat
by sitting on he’s feet...
so as not to move
or she’s way
blind to seeing
the possible meaning
confused that living is existing.
life calls for eyes wide open;
make believe happens when he blinks,
blinks so frequently, he closes his eyes to think.
wasted time, habitually closed eyes
while life shifts like the lies in he’s daydream,
and she stays between
the reality and make-believe
of he’s life debris....
the reality of he’s insanity.
contradicting what he say he be:
This was a great little write and I like the thourghts in it a lot. The way I read it, it seems very quick, but kind of slows down in the end. I would have liked if you kept the pace throughout the poem, as I fell it would have made a greater statement - also in regards to reading aloud.