these two poems are collaborative efforts : the first portion was created by the one and only Sylina Black! she’s a favorite writer of mine *not to mention – PERSON and best friend!* she managed to come up with this in very little time. she stirred the motions in the little information I gave her outside of the title. It flowed and struck a match to the very fire I needed to bring out the rest. may you find something of merit and thought from it.
In a lone world
Where the whole world
Is not the sole world,
Queen Hypothetical reigns supreme.
A land where fantasy meets reality,
Queen Hypothetical is allowed to dream.
And in those dreams, creation fills a void otherwise unmet,
What if’s and possibilities run free, unrestricted, solely for the Queen, and yet,
In this lone world there lived a young duke ,
Who would not allow possibility to go unexplored.
He would not allow anyone to suffocate his dreams, no Queen nor King, Lady or Lord.
Day and night he’d dream, sharing his adventures with no one,
Fully aware of what the Queen had done.
Traipsing through the land that the Queen had called her own.
He found that in this land, the what if’s had only grown.
In love with the power of creation,
The ability to imagine if things happened only the way she’d seen,
Queen hypothetical outlawed exploration of the dream –
Barring her subjects from visiting.
– Sylina Denise
for what is the worth of a memory, which longs to be retrieved?
the profoundness of that experience, is what causes lamentation to the bereaved !
her eye lashes were as long as the century!
*jailing her hair cells into a penitentiary!*
that’s a hunnit (not a hundred – a hunnit!) years – of lashes and flashes!
for, many of her hair strains , would often and randomly fall into her eye.
thereby, prompting her brain to spy.
for she needed to remove the burning itch inside.
she knew she had to enlarge her pupils far and wide!
she by blinking – always made sure her subjects never stopped thinking!
day by day – swaying throughout the Winter and May.
for every season, she remained with a reason.
Queen Hypothetical or King Heretical?
The measures of possibility drawn – excites the spawn to yawn.
when it comes to kings, queens, and everything in between – the state of royalty can begin to be seen:
indifference is now made ‘qualified’ by the subjugation of the rulers of this nation.
rulers which set measurements of potential realized fiction!
though the lines appear straight, the path of least resistance is not too shy from affliction.
a hypothetical equation? may fancy a decadent persuasion!
can one still crumble as the words falter and begin to mumble?
endless are the seas that begin with the question!
for the search is indeed dressed as ‘HYPE’ and the aesthetics of every queen, king, and everything in between is worn through every impression.
queen hypothetical makes expression, the lesson of any and every imagined possibility.
this may serve to remove us from the gaze of docility.
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