It has been a while since she was not alone. She used to spend her nights in lack of melody. There were no voices to take the demons to a slow town. There will only monsters shredding loose the tone. She was too anxious to speak out loud. No one was around to understand why…
Tag: Dreaming
Caught In The Air
My dreams take a million turns. They are going up and down, backwards, and forwards. My dreams are flying all around. My wings you cannot see but they are caught in the air. I am dreaming in the harmony of the breeze. How long does it take to catch a dragonfly? It takes me far…
Soul Mate
I am here waiting for my soul mate. Posters put up in my dreams for the fairy tale characters. I even told the stars all about, so when they align; They might bring you to my land. Searching for that certain someone, only one, meant just for me. A bipolar spirit that has both freedom…
Sandman
I like to imagine when we rest, our thoughts take a chance at flight. Over navy blue oceans and pumpkin patches of old and sunken dreams. The world can finally become something more than black and white. When the sun goes to be replaced and the moon becomes our light beams. I like to imagine…
Rain Puddles
I love the rain, he had said. They thought he was peculiar, but they had underestimated his imagination. He could get lost in dancing beneath the despairing clouds. Creating those dreary days into the most beautiful time of the world. Oh, the color blue – it is traveling in a gallery of sunsets and rises….
Sleeping Still
To lay still, as a poetic soul caught up in an ocean of reflection and contemplation. To hold still and listen to the story twirling in a melody spin at the edge of the cliff. There is a forest, yes, a forest fire building and caressing the edges of my mind Those imaginary friends…
Song For The Summer
I wanted to write you a poem, something precious and sweet. I wanted to give you my soul, through creativity and wonder Simply words can say it all. So, I gave you these words, through paper and ink. I wrote these words with my heart and soul. Just for you, these words were meant. To…
Island Of Daydreamers
There is a blue color, my favored kind, full of a depth that seems impossible. Impossibly blue? Impossibly there. Shards and shades of the color paint out in a canvas of mixed color. Rising and falling, twisting and turning, like a dance of a drowning mass. A mass of foam and salt; a mass of…
Lost Dreamer
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…
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….
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…
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…
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