The Trickery of Smiley Faces

Behind the safety net of our technologies,
We send out mass communication
All those emojis at your disposal can lead to misinterpretation
The intent behind the action of simple selection can be misconstrued
You can over think it,
Or make a spontaneous decision
Yet you still subject to the simplicity of its incorporation
Words are but words when you're playing with meanings

dreams in reality

My my my
I remember the time when I thought that dreams could be real
I do not mean that dreams cannot come true
I do mean that people in your dreams are not real

I created a man and he was dream-worthy
He was tall, dark,
and handsome
He was also intelligent and amazing

The problem with dreams is that they cannot exist in my world
I cannot negate the impact of this epiphany
I have an amazing memory
I can recall moments that were once the "happiest moments" of my life

I remember when I was naive enough to think that accomplishments would be enough to find happiness
I remember the role models that I knew
They were strangers whose names were in front of a list of accomplishments I had deemed outstanding I remember having a lengthy list of the things the "perfect man" would do
I remember my checklist of goals to be completed according to my age

Most of my memory and what I knew,
were in the forms of short lists and long lists
These lists were written by me
I wrote out my future shorthand,
and imagined the outcome as if life would follow them,
as if because I had written them,
they would become real