He is a dreamer in an unusual state of mind that is not unusual but truly spectacular. If you visit his place, his wonderous home of creatures, you would never want to leave. He is just a dreamer living on a planet that does not suit his true state of mind. If only we knew…
Category: Poetry
Carousel Of Chaos
Like a circus that holds a claustrophobic spin of questions closed up for a day that never comes. Clowns that dance and mock their emotions with a flower of doubts, petals dropping to the floor. Trapeze of swooning emotions that rise to an unbelievable applause and take an instant drop to agony. Flashing colors in…
Forgetting The Impossible
Once I was five and I grew up on adventures in the backyard, believing in the impossible. Another time, long ago, I was ten, and I had friends at the playground who dared me to what seemed complex. If only I knew what fifteen meant to me, when I started to discover myself and grow…
Midnight Melody
Stranger brushstrokes brought over the colors of darkness; a stroke of hypotonic charm. A landscape contrasting to what you are used to, for this landscape is up above in a texture of constellations. Enchanting and enhancing; wishes of poetry beneath the throne of the moon which beholds pockets of midnight in a glimmer of wakefulness….
Nebula Eyes
Penetrating with the color that only you could prefer. Charismatic in a compelling way of charm. Full of a glowing observance that never looks away. Captivating like the ocean, but it is not the waves that you see. It is a galaxy, with a sparkle that only the stars could match. Layers of thought hidden…
3 a.m. Thoughts
What would it be like if I wasn’t a writer? To not wake up in the early hours. When the stars are still out, and the moon is taking its turn to explore. Where I cannot fall back into the darkness of sleep because I have too many ideas knocking at the door of my…
Attic Of The Mind
Vivid and dazzling switching between dappled shelter are the little flickering lights. Tangled mazes of webs built by the spiders of thoughtful contemplations and reflections. Corners full of theories and notions that twirl and twist themselves into concepts. Brainwaves of inspirations confuse the cloud of obscuring shaded words. The windows are shut as the basement…
Welcome To The Insane
Welcome to the insane, Trust me when I say, you won’t get bored. Let us rearrange and rid of the raining dark. We have been hurled together. Let us make a change. Every beautiful twirl. It could change the world. Find the treasure, do not miss the mark. The journal will unfurl, but it is…
Nothing You Were Thinking
My mind is like nothing you were thinking. My mind is like the ocean’s deepest waves. The thoughts don’t discontinue or pause from breaking the shore full of intention and curiosity. My mind is like the clouds that appear and construct in the sky above your head. The thoughts form in a blistering whirlwind, twisting…
Distant Crowds
There is crowds, roaring with different emotions and opinions. They give off their scripts until she is deaf, they go on until there is nothing left to come clean of. They have spoken it all out in confession, chatter, and gossip until they felt those mortifications. Then she stands in between them all and does…
Obsession With Imagination
Not a force to be reckoned with as minor or insignificant. The realm of a child’s heart is where we can find the source. Once they grow, they become something more if they prize it. Keep it and grow it in sunlight of inspiration and motivation. Praise it and use it in the late hours…
Inspiration Of Motivation
They expect me to write something eccentric and intriguing, something that will absorb their stimulation. A title that is rousing and a signature that is appealing with the idea of imagination and creation. We have worlds that are remarkable to control and characters to form in their own dimensions. Yet, where do we…
We Write
What should I write about? I want to have a million words without having to think. Every words to count, splattered out in a mixture of paint. To explore the words as worlds, to understand the imagination in ink. To display the creativity hidden in the sunset of novels. Each person needs to feel the…
Nightmare
Its clutches are sharp. The claws dipped in dark forces. Enveloping, yet, somehow charming. Matted hair and wild eyes. Torn by the sticky, striking heat. He’s gasping for air that isn’t there. He’s screaming for someone that will not come. Voices of doubt are what reply, and he’s left to cry. He cannot breathe and…
Figment Of Imagination
His eyes, green like the trees, will gleam with solicitous. I meet him every night, when the stars reflect over the ocean. He loves to dance and tease, but we both know, it will have to end. We collect ourselves when the sun is no longer around. Doubts and hopes are given to each other…
A Different Surface
We walk in our own reality, and most of forget to look up. Yet, some of us somehow forget to look down and notice the other verse. For right below our feet, is another world reflected in our vision. Just like our personalities on those we know, the sun and the ocean are like one….
The Ceiling
The day passes by, blurring colors and flashing lights. It all lowers down, farther into the ground as the hours become larger numbers and then skip back to a restart. Tenebrosity has fallen over the nanoscopic marble we live in, and she will find herself in her own retreat back at her sanctuary block. Its…
Peculiar and Strange
Every word of creation. I can make my own world. Peculiar and strange. Just through imagination. The fantasy is in my hand. Crazy, yes. Astounding, truly. My own infinity worlds. Built to entertain. Contagious only to thought. COPYRIGHT © 2020 Jade M. Liljenquist (Unauthorized use or adaptation of any original content on this blog is…
Canyon of Lost Love
There once was a girl. She was one of beauty. Gorgeous, golden locks of hair that reached her waist. Eyes that were a sapphire blue, as blue as the bluest oceans. She had straight, graceful movements that kept her tall and proud, whether she was in a rush or in relaxation. Every boy that laid…
Could you be the one?
If I wished upon the stars – Would it take away my scars? If I gave away my pain- Would you let me be slain? The voices of doubt could destroy me if I fall away too long. Like a never-ending sentence that forms into a pain-inflicting song. For after all this time under the…
Hardest Of All
Out of everything in this world, full of bittersweet and irregular roads. Saying goodbye to you is one of the hardest of them all. My throat is tight as I meet your nebula eyes, so innocent and bright. In the darkness of the night, you were that single star that always shone with faith. Saying…
Sailing A Memory
It is when the stars come out, reflecting in the surface below. Sparkling in the salty water that is the home of depth and creatures alike. When the rippling thoughts in the reflecting surface are seen quivering through the quiet stillness. The port is quiet but there are those who need that time alone,…
We Could Pretend
We could play pretend. We could pretend to be small and innocent again. We could pretend to be a little girl or a little boy. When nothing mattered except for the adventure. Let us go to the beach and build a fortress in the sand. Find a tree in our backyard and build a house…
Something Sweet
I want to find myself where no one else can find me, on top of the world. To hide far away on the crown in the fortress of countless leaves. To speak and fly with the creatures that take off in the air and unfold. To just let go and close my eyes; to let…
Crown Of Flowers
Close to a crown of wealth. The untamed vine wrings into a mystifying master puzzle. The petals are the implanted gems of a masterpiece. The gold is the greenery that holds it all together. It is an enhanced masterpiece meant to fit as a replication of nature. It doesn’t matter whether you are a queen…
A Million
I want to write a million words. See a million wonders. Count a million stars. Sail a million miles. Hear a million voices. Move a million hearts. Then when all a million is done and through. Remember who it is I should be- A million is what I want to become. COPYRIGHT © 2020 Jade…
The Creation of Imagination
Our imagination is creation while creation is simply imagination The words our mine, the same as yours, the same as theirs, all from the mind Like snowflakes or a waterfall, thoughts cascade, tumble, and pile up like the snow, Sometimes I can create something, like a snowman, constructing something more than naught, Other times, it’s…
Glorious Or Victorious?
I request to disrupt the clock, to end the passing of time. Some people are moral and wholesome but the corrupt cannot transform. Welcome to the world, major and disruptive, we all hear the chime. You would not understand the glorious and daring that swarm. It is on the television now, the bold enough soldier…
He Would Wish
He would wish that he was indistinguishable like the clouds that would drift and hover about. The boy loved to fall away in a trance, letting his head float up and away, imagining visions of contrasting atmospheres. He could become unconfined to sail about and glide through the zephyr of immunity. He would wish he…
Blue Eyes
Extraordinary and charismatic. The blue falls into the category of a mind’s universe. For they experience life in another place, one with spirits. A nebula of starry contemplation that observes the second life. No other color, nor rare greens or not, can see the ghosts like the blue eyes do. COPYRIGHT © 2020…
Box Of Memories
We created it together, in a room full of posters and childhood. We related this way, through a shelf full of books in which we shared that same love for characters. Shyness overtook the first steps but when we finally spoke, a conversation eventually grew. Like a story we didn’t know we were writing. We’ve…
Somewhere Else
Where the sun is always out but not too intense, for neither are the shadows. Where the storms are always soothing, gentle rain touching my window in a friendly hello. Where my home is a library and the library is my family. Books strewn across my floors and hidden all around. Somewhere else that my…
Not From Here
I am not myself here because I am not who I pretend to be when I am there. The world is colored in a different canvas and each shade is unfamiliar to you. How I wish I could show you what it is I see for it is nothing less than that of a dream….
Kingdom For Writers
I wish there was a dwelling out there, meant as a home just for me. Somewhere with those like me; those that struggle to speak in a vocal manner. For the only way of communication in the residence of bliss is written. I want to go to a place that ink and paper bring us…
Without A Difference
If we all knew what we were living for, we wouldn’t need to worry. We could wear a mask, and we could change our face every time we leave. Is it all worth not knowing what the truth is about your own mind? Do you want to know what it is you have been sent…
To Imagine
I love to imagine that the sand-castle I built are a palace. I am the queen and the sea-shells are my gold. The dolphins laugh at my jokes and the mermaids are my people. The conch shells are my communication with the pirates. The ones on the sea who aren’t evil and only dream of…
Imaginary Friend
My imaginary friend is my only friend. He always waits for me on top of the mountain, pines surrounding his small form. Dandelions lead me there where the white butterflies roam. He waits for me and every time I find myself there, he has a smile set out just for me. He will lay out…
Soulful City
The Writer stands tall above the city. She is on the highest point of the most elevated building in the area, and she can see the furthest she’s ever seen before. She beams as she looks down at the people below her, hustling about as if they were a terribly immense and buzzing colony of…
Obsession With Snow
I have this obsession with snow, for it is something so tranquil to narrate to. When I realized how similar snow and I are were, how different we were not, I knew I had made an acquaintance. Our considerations and contemplations grew into a relatable desire of an idea that descended in a chill. With…
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