Emerald eyes,
red bow-ties,
white short fur,
tiny paws.
When I wake,
they reach for me,
his lips read,
"I have a deep regard for you as well."
His words follow me,
they never leave me.
Flaming red hair,
white t-shirt,
black shorts,
big block head.
When I walk in,
his goofy smile greets me.
As I work hard,
I can hear him say,
"That's pretty fantastic!"
He cheers me on,
I wish to meet him
Day and night,
Night and day,
I speak to them,
I worship them,
I call to them
"Save me!
Save me from
this bleak existence
I call
'life'!"
They never come,
I only hear voices,
Their voices call to me,
They cling to me
I hold them in my heart,
I hold them in my mind,
The day I saw them,
I knew it.
I wouldn't let go.
I COULDN'T LET GO.
They were part of me,
They were me.
People move on and change
I never have,
I never will
This is me,
who I am:
A cartoon dog and his boy,
Man and dog.
No one listens to me.
I am two time travelers,
I stand almost alone.
Few come to my aid,
those who do,
erase from existence.
I remain here,
as a lonely fan,
a fading light,
a light with only
one outlet:
Them
a cartoon dog,
a cartoon boy
In and out I fade,
only to be resurrected.
They are my source.
They hold my passion,
my desire,
my longing to be there,
anywhere but here
A cartoon world,
a dog and his boy,
and a time machine.
I replay it in my mind
over,
and over,
and over,
They stick like glue,
fuse like gems,
snuggle like a blanket.
They never leave me,
I never leave them.
Existence matters with them.
They stay, I stay.
They go...
I remain alone
A/N: This was the longest poem I had ever written in my life. As soon as I thought about writing a poem, I thought of the animated movie that threw my life out of wack. I say I'm not obsessed, but everyone I talk to about them knows that I truly am. I'm glad to have fantastic writers write stories that remind me why I love the movie, regardless of any flaws it may have. (Hmm...I wonder if my obsession is bad enough for me to write a book about it...nah! No one would read about a girl obsessed with an animated dog and his boy...)
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Venting Through Poems
PoetryI don't know how often this will happen, but I might put a few poems in here sometimes when I feel like writing something, but not wanting to update my other stories.
