Real Not Real
I hold many truths about which my friends aren't aware.
Poetry in rhyme I have chosen as my way to share.
Sprinkles of fiction on realities, both good and bad.
Pinches of happiness blown over platters of sad.
Since memories always come, in such a sporadic style'
chronological alignment would take quite awhile.
My lips promise my heart to speak nothing untrue.
Outlandish hidden unknowns will be known to you.
Purely fictional poems will pop out here and there.
Reality's memories at times, cant be found anywhere.
With memories on vacation, imagination's in command.
Perfectly plausible pretenses, you quickly understand.
Poetry in rhyme I have chosen as my way to share.
Sprinkles of fiction on realities, both good and bad.
Pinches of happiness blown over platters of sad.
Since memories always come, in such a sporadic style'
chronological alignment would take quite awhile.
My lips promise my heart to speak nothing untrue.
Outlandish hidden unknowns will be known to you.
Purely fictional poems will pop out here and there.
Reality's memories at times, cant be found anywhere.
With memories on vacation, imagination's in command.
Perfectly plausible pretenses, you quickly understand.
This Poems Story
This poem is actually the introduction to my book. All or at least most of my poems are part of it. I am hoping to compile a book in rhyme. It will be a true story about my life, with fictional poems scattered here and there.
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