How can you fall in love with what is not real? I must ask the stars what they think of this sensation. It is hard to navigate with a compass that has gone off course. Thinking of the boy I met in the forest. A million days before and a million miles from here. Ask…
Tag: Dreams
Garden In The Sky
Clouds are upside down and you cannot even see. Bipolar reactions of weather abrupt the cycle. There are weeds on the ground but there are roses above. Hues in a poetic form of red and blue growing in the white tufts. How wonderful it is to image a garden in the sky. Bet you wish…
Skeleton In A City
A flickering shower of sparkling lights have shown us the way. To the city that owns a parade of proud dreamers. No matter the weather, they show us both sides. Sunlight reflects in the glass panes thoughtful gazes. While the rain brings puddle to give us an upside-down perspective. It all seems so lovely before…
The Stars Are Alive
They told me that I had to like the sun. It was those bright beams though that made my head pound. How could I like the sun if we did not get along? I had to hide away the fact that I was settling for the smaller orbs. I had to let them believe I…
Stars Like A Dandelion
A mansion of radiance lit through windows of a galaxy. Spreading out farther than a canyon of constellations. Gleaming similar to orbs of vivid nebula eyes. Astronomy of blossoming personalities. Marvelous and splendid in the night as we rest. A blanket of protection to ward off the darkness. Wake up! Go out into the night!…
Seafoam And Sirens
Canvas of an unrecognized willow trunk. Droplets of rain given up on by the sky canopy. Colored veins of a painting never finished. A story blotted out with desolated ink. Projects buried and unremembered upon. Crafts beneath the shelfs down each isle. A yard full of pieces and parts, torn and engraved. Each part described…
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…
Singing A Lullaby
He has been making his way across a tightrope of doubt. Wishing for the knowledge of who he was born to be. Lonely as if all those meant for him were lost in a drought. He became less hopeful with each passing friendship search in the city. Books of fairy tales giving him false dreams….
Nominated Offshore Reader Award #2
The Award Rules: Dear Readers, Thank you so much for all your support! It seems only yesterday I was excited to get my first nomination and here I am filling in another. I’m always excited to answer your questions and I’m thankful for all the motivation. I want to give a special thanks to Jojo-Alwaealy,…
Nominated Offshore Reader Award
The Award Rules: Dear Readers, First off, thank you for all your support, comments, likes, follows. Every bit is appreciated and motivates me to keep working hard and moving towards my goals. I want to give a special thanks to the author of, Million Dreams. They have a spectacular blog which I encourage you to…
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….
Miss Midnight
Oh, Miss Midnight. The splendid marvels in the sky are such a rarity to me. An exhibition of heavenly curiosity. Imagination set up in the grace of allurement. Stunning display of wonder. A sensation of passion spreading through the gleam of your eyes. I write best late at night. When no one is around, and…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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