I, in truth, never thought it reasonable to believe;
In strange things or odd tails of yore.
Though I might have hoped that they were as they said;
Real and not made up.
But the fake and the freakish lives in us all.
And beyond the veil of our lives.
In the world of imagination.
And in the world of spirits where such things writhe.
The world is always more than it seems.
But less than the fantastic would have you believe.
So look beyond what your comfort perceives;
And find what it is you really believe.
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I write Poetry and fiction as a hobby, I've written a full book but never managed to get it published.
My poems tend to be thoughtful and philosophical with a touch of spirituality.
My fiction is mostly sci-fi and fantasy but usually with twists and interesting ideas thrown in there. I have been told I don't have a solid grasp of genre, which is fair since the whole concept doesn't make a whole lot of sense to me anyways, I write what I want, and nothing else.
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Lovely. There is a slight typo in the first line of the third stanza “then” for “them”
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Oh thanks for pointing that out I’ll edit that.
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You’re welcome anytime
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So pensively written!
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