#imagination games

[delcat177]

I mostly got some very good sleep after taking my edible yesterday, which is way more quality than it sounds, but I also rearranged my campsite into a huge stoner commune paradise and invited my bud buddies and distributed snacks and had a party I’ve always been a Flowers On the Wall kinda dude negl https://youtu.be/lr2SAPvKz-w

[cat-lady-spinster]

The bones of my building are like, SO sketchy

So when I've had to take the trash down I've been playing a game that's basically "imagine you're in a horror, where's the scary guy hiding?" It's fun! I have dozens of scenarios and creatures, and I'm armed only with my dinky little box cutter.

I didn't love turning to leave the compactor room and seeing a humanoid figure waiting for me among the filth

[rex-scrolling]

ugh fine, i'll be the southern absent dad trucker type whose only joys in life are cold beer and his annual "fishing trip" with the boys.

[kindnessisstillhere]

Playing Dolls

Don’t expect me to grow up,

Or to lock my toys away.

Leave them on the shelves

And put them to one side

But there’s still a story happening

Just not ones I’ll confide.

There’s siblings and best friends,

And people changing constantly.

There’s lessons life sends

And developments in family.

It might not be played with my hands,

But playing with dolls is no foreign lands.

Put the on my computer screen,

Balance them on top,

Because boy the stories that they’ve seen

Have grown to be a lot.

Just because I grew up

Never meant I’d let them go,

I still listen to their advise

Or is that something you won’t know.

More than a toy, their a life and a soul,

Growing together is our loving goal.

I’m never alone cause they’re in my mind

And if I need a hug I know who to find

Be it comforting or playful 

I’ve a hundred different pals,

Even for calming and soothing

There’s an embrace to help me.

It was never just ‘playing dolls’ don’t you see?

These characters helped set my imagination free.

[kindnessisstillhere]

Picnics in the park

Handkerchief trees in bloom,

And history filling the park

Snacks and treats to consume

Vivid imaginations in our heart.

Stories of ghosts of magic and life

Filling the sunshine with love

So many moment butterflies rife

All in my heart and skies above.

Just laughter and games

Even now as it was then,

Perhaps with more talking today.

So many games we’ve left to play

So many more stories to tell.

Still in those parks and hidden places

Safety beside the wishing well,

We’ll revisit old remembered faces

And share the legends they’d sell.

[kindnessisstillhere]

Those made up games

We’d talk of dragons and the gates of hell,

The devil’s son, that ne’er do well.

We had our roles all formed and set,

Weaving the lore as though a net.

Outsmarting each other and making a fight,

Laughter bringing it all into the light.

Bedtime found another game,

Unicorns in fields were never the same.

We’d play with their clues and ideas

Anything to keep at bay any fears.

Then down by the pool we fell again

Into a murky oceanic domain,

Of mermaids and balls, all at play

And the waves brought storms into the fray.

Imagined machines to decide who we were,

More colour, more joy, more change to be her.

Who cared about logic and all it’s rules,

We had our minds and that was all the tools.

[kindnessisstillhere]

The worlds that you created

I stole our planet,

And she just gave it away.

We were young, uninhibited,

Yet to learn the world like absolutes,

And frowns upon unneeded merging.

So we made a world, and named it.

For me it’s name has changed entirely,

I grew up and returned to it,

And all the drawings we once made.

Now I’ve given it a race of people

And she’s laughed to hear their stories,

Because growing up might have changed her,

Taken her from playing in imagination,

But she still loves to reminisce.

There are so many creatures I’d never create,

Never think of the stories behind,

Because Life took those questions from me,

And I’m still learning them once more.

But There’s a gift in a sketchbook from long ago,

And the gift is treouroughs, Oogly boogly’s, tropicats and more,

A hundred creations, I’m never sure.

Some added by adults, indulging our joy,

Most growing from word play, an unending toy.

But it was our world to love and to grow,

Now that I’m older I might finally know;

Know the people that live there,

Their myths,legends and lives.

Know the way the world looks like,

The animals and planted wives.

I stole our world to make it mine,

And for my friend it was just fine.