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“Love don't make things nice - it ruins everything.

It breaks your heart. It makes things a mess. We aren't here to make things perfect.

We are here to ruin ourselves and to break our hearts and to love the wrong people and die.”

- Moonstruck



You know the way you just

run into people, as if by accident?

Strangers, I mean; this is

definitely the main theme

in all our lives. I've often heard

children can’t choose their parents.

So what? I say parents can’t choose

their kids. You take what you get,

but when it comes to chance encounters,

you never know what will happen.


This is a poem about you, by the way.

OK, I may not know your name, sorry,

but I know you very well. This same stuff

has also happened to you, don’t even

begin to deny it. How did you meet

the first boy or girl you ever slept with?

How did you meet the person you married?

When did you start thinking, Omigod,

I wish, I wish I’d waited. Never at all?


Liar. But that’s all right, because we all

tell lies to ourselves. We have to prop up

the façade of who we think we are, who

we think we want to be. Hey, it’s normal.

Otherwise you go quietly insane, take pills,

jump off some fuckin bridge, steer the car

in the oncoming lane. Reality is not good for people.

We need our little ways of avoiding it,

and if you don’t fall down the stairs, get shot,

don't board the wrong plane, you make it to old age.

Drown your sorrows in drink, by all means, but the real sorrows can swim

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This is amusingly philosophical and down to earth-- and you're quite right that, “Reality is not for people.” From day one we puddle our minds with fantasy, mating rituals, alcohol, drugs, unattainable goals and unrealistic beliefs. But hey! Life's like snakes and ladders-- and it's not the end of the world if you drop off the tail of a snake into the 'alcohol' square. There's usually some bloody good company there. :biggrin: B.

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Hmm. Seems I'm at the quietly (sometimes) insane stage taking pills. Can't wait for the truck and bridge. Hold on; I'm already old. Laughing out loud. Thank you.


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David W. Parsley

Hi Brendan, this is what I like to call a I'm-just-telling-the-truth poem. The communication is sufficiently startling and pithy, just enough stophe-like cadence, to demand to be allowed into the poetry pool. And this one splashes about with just enough whimsical truth (which we can't handle) to be worth a visit or two. (No escalator girl staring daggers, though...) :wink:



- Dave

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Lots of psychology in this one. I was just reading something about the fantasy worlds people create in their own minds. According to one school of thought people do it to set up protective walls:


... we all

tell lies to ourselves. We have to prop up

the façade of who we think we are ...

Some university study showed that eighty percent of people think they're better than average, lol. Hopefully the majority of them aren't acting upon it to the point where they become pains to their loved ones. Nevertheless, a certain amount (the ones with personality disorders) do ...



Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic

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