I have had dreams that many would consider to be nightmares. I have had summer sausage made from god-knows-what;And cheap whiskey that rots the gut. A tongue that wags in a mouth that won't shut. I have survived these many sweetnesses In order to collect my share of the Bitter Harvest.Licking unstained lips, parched,In the twilight of this dry age. I am open to a world unfettered by my own expectations. I have had dreams that many would consider to be nightmares.
Wow, that's really good. I enjoyed that a lot. Thanks for sharing. I don't think the title fits it, however.
I really like this. I don't think you need to bold/italize that line cause it stands out enough without the added embelishment. Good stuffes
The title is a lyric from a Tori Amos song which occured to me(actually aurally manifested itself in my mind) right after I wrote this. In a roundabout way it does fit. For my expectations have ever been but those things which others have throughout my life taught me to expect, to the point where it took years of excruciating self-analysis to get to the point where I could understand myself as distinguished from my culture... and then consequently could I begin to reintegrate myself back into it. I can't say for sure, though, that its working too well.
