he wonders
as he reads other’s words
on love
desire
need
they draw the pictures
of the dream lover they seek
he sees
in this
that loneliness
is the only lover
he shall have
they write
of running fingers through his hair(he has none)
of penetrating blue eyed gaze(his are hazel, brown and green)
looking up onto his face(he is average in height)
they write of handsome faces
strong muscular frames
they write of everything
he is
not
a human chameleon
indistinguishable
from the crowd
not one
to draw a gaze
he wonders
as he reads
of love
he gives up
on dreams
of love
disappears
blending into the crowd
another faceless shape
in a sea
of shadows
Mike's Manic Word Depot 
I always tell people I don’t have a type, but until I lineup all the crushes and boy I do have a type, mostly the opposite attract natural inclination.
However, there is one I will recognise instantly in a sea of crowd.
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i think we all have a type that appeals until we find the one that makes our hearts sing.
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Mike, I hear you there. My dream guy is about 5’8-5’10. No one talks about that. And I like bald just as much as long hair. (I am a sucker for facial hair, tattoos and piercings, though!) Mostly I don’t care about looks as much as the personality. The man or woman inside. That’s what means WAY more to me. I find myself attracted to all sorts of people. Again, it’s the inside that matters. (For me.) I talk about blue eyes (myself) because that’s the color of my eyes. But I’ve written about brown eyes too before. And I think golden. Regardless, I get what you’re saying. I’ve never read a poem or book where the woman looks like me. I guess I just think that’s okay. Now maybe if I was with someone who was a writer, maybe I’d like to see them write about me once in a while. That would make me feel good. I thought to myself, I’m going to write a poem that has you as the man BUT I didn’t want to freak you out. LOL
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I’m so dense I would not have realized it anyway. I can’t imagine being the subject of a poem. Lol.
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I always worry people will take things the wrong way (detrimentally anyway).
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meh, if art doesn’t offend someone eventually is it being done right?
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What I mean is, if I were to write a poem about you for instance, that I wouldn’t give the wrong impression or overstep boundaries. Does that make sense? I don’t like to plough another person’s field. Or pass through on another person’s land.
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I get that. Mines a barren field. But I can see how if someone were with someone else it would be awkward. Lol.
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Pretty sure there was a claim staked…
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Not that I know of. Damn. I’m always the last to know.
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Haha! It’s because you have such low ideas of self-worth and you don’t truly believe people when they try to express to you what you are worth to them. You don’t eat your own fruit (none of us do, really) so you incorrectly believe you don’t grow any. But your branches are heavy with life.
Then what happens is predators come in and slice you right open and you don’t even recognize it’s happening and the rest of us stand by helpless wishing we could warn you but you won’t listen anyway. It’s kinda sad all the way around.
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Lol. I’m pretty positive no one has tried to take these fruit. I mean they’ve never tried. And no one has shown interest as they rot upon the branches. If they had I would have been excited.
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I eat your fruit nearly every day, Mike. And I certainly think about it everyday. I’m not the only one.
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You mean poetry! Now I gotcha.
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Nope. Not poetry. I mean fruit. The manifestations of your soul. Sometimes that may be poetry, yes. At other times it may be something else.
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no!
you are totally reading the wrong poems.
& if you are referencing mine, my tall dark & handsome was a demon come to kill me…so, you know, context.
and don’t get me started on love poems of lithe girls with long flowing locks of blonde hair while i stomp around stout with my short coarse brown hair 😉
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yours planted the seed but then as i was reading more it seemed to be a pretty regular occurrence.
To your point, that’s why my imaginary dream girl has hair that smells like wildflowers and no concrete physical descriptors. don’t ever want to pigeon hole myself out of love. Lol. Life did that enough already
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i have never liked tall guys.
though i have been a sucker for blue eyes. it’s never worked out though. blue eyes are like that thing that an angler fish dangles before eating you.
and the only reason i look for dark haired guys is because a fortune teller once told me my true love would have “dark dark ash brown hair.” but that was years & years ago…he could totally be bald by now
i know what i like, but in the end, it’s what is on the inside that is going to seal the deal.
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agreed on the last bit for sure. I’ve dated all different types of lady and the one thing I can say is I liked all of them.
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