I want to belong to you. I love the magnetic pull of your gaze when we meet. We have been connected since the day we met in the forest. Countless dreams shared in our separate constellations. No ocean kept us apart as long as we could read the other. It is a dangerous grace that…
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This girl is more than a wildflower. She finds only herself when looking up. She dances in the streets when it begins to rain. Her eyes are as blue as the stormiest ocean. Her smile is as brilliant as the freshest spring days. Each night brings darkness, but she only sees light. She finds her…
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I was waiting alone at the edge of my colorless canvas. You were the artist I needed to meet. I could see your mark against the screen. A gorgeous array of personality left by your warmth. Your fingers are in a flight of life, leaving prints all about. Creating nothing but the inspiration in…
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There are flowers in my shoes. There are flowers in my nightmares. You don’t know what that means unless you understand. For once in a while, we are forced to visit an unrealistic realm. Bittersweet lullabies that whisper unspoken truths. Stay awake with me and I will run away. Write a poem for me and…
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A concoction of constellation has been split in the sky. A concoction of reality has been seeped inside. Limits rising into nonexistent as the darkness and light become one. Day is night while night is day; darkness having more light than once. Twisted poems too sickly sweet to sing out loud. Ending daydreams and transforming…
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Underlying forces taking a volume in descending perspectives. Make up the mind of aspect but it will not. It has shown itself in such a fall. Brought you down from the clouds to a harsh reality. Wake up and recognize that you have become nobody. You start to wonder what your name is. If you…
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I have been writing myself down from dusk to dawn. I have revealed a million pens clear of ink. I keep writing to beautify the world and make words beam. Only each time I scribble, the drops of imagination have darkened. Like my fingers are wrapped in rings of shadows. I cannot write a single…
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Come out today and notice the leaves. They are falling for you graceful thoughts. Blushing the rare colors of honest love. Come out tonight and touch the stars. Bury your nightmares in midnight ink. To find out what story you left behind. Come out and smell the crying sea. You might just find a shell…
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There is a mood after the moon. A dream that comes even without the stars. However far it must take for you to see. That I am falling in a deep love with you. I do not usually write my words in romance. Though it is hard to not want to write and I cannot….
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Rain was my favorite and not a drizzle of heartache. And as I looked through the pelting sheets, I met your gaze. I will never forget the look on your face. The boy I thought I knew so well had transformed beneath the clouds. The scowl that usually held you back was replaced. You were…
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I could get lost in the songs that I play. Romantic thoughts playing over and over. I have never stopped being hopeless when it comes to you. I could watch the way your shoulders shake when you laugh. I could watch you all day but now I am thinking it over. I watch your forest…
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It is then beneath the sky. Midnight paint brushes dancing above. Bringing life to what it is we could be. The once silent stars no longer shy. The words will thread to what was dreamed of. A force of speculation in layers of sea. COPYRIGHT © 2021 Jade M. Liljenquist (Unauthorized use or adaptation…
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A delusion of unrealistic figments has been created. Rocking forth in a dream that will never leave the mind. Sensations of creation brewing underneath the waves. A storm of emotion over this new depth of ocean. A hazy grey varied in with the blue of his gaze. Memories of the past and memories of the…
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Electricity running through my veins in the morning. I have entered a new realm of inspiration. Lost in a land of past dreams and now I have escaped. A pattern of gorgeous questions defining who I could be. The ceiling could tell me what I said in my sleep. Only the paper has it all…
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Luminous and vivid as petals of mystery unwind. The gaze of a dreamer or the gaze of a destroyer? Creation comes with a price just the same as magic. Only it is up to me and you to decide which path will be ours. Through the woods of past travelers. Through the woods of past…
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An ocean laying out for creatures of thought to seep. Where it must be that we find depth and perspective. Auras of emotion and hope puzzled together. While imagination can drive us into daydreams that lead us. It is the creation that pulls together all the ideas. I hope one day I can find my…
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Stretching out far beyond our imagination. There is a man with quite the endeavor. He has risen above the trees of the forest. Found a place to call home in the stars above. Stretching out far beyond our imagination. A poisonous flower has come to bloom. Petals with vivid veins of blue and purple. Where…
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With each dying wish, a new constellation is born. With each dying wish, a new place of creation will come to life. The truth is that I cannot stop thinking of you and your starry eyes. For I have gone away beneath the ground. You visit me now, more than you used to. Now that…
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It started with you throwing a rock at my window. I simply assumed it was the wind until you called my name. My heart warmed with the adventure soon to come. A coat thrown over my shoulders. My body is dropping out over the pane. I hit the ground and I am running. Galaxies are…
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Have you ever looked closely at an eccentric forest? Look closer and you will see flower petals that are void of words. A whole aura of mysteries that wrap around uncontrollably. A show of stranger features undiscovered in a realm. Like a carousel in a carnival of makeshift fantasy. Insight spinning on hope for someone…
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Once the sun has risen a hundred times. I start to wander this melody made in clouds. Down far from wandering, and thoughtfully above all else. Once the moon has risen a hundred times. I go to places I have never seen before. Made in the constellations of rising dreams. Once the stars have risen…
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It may be complicated in a sense of words. Vintage from a lifetime in vocabulary growth. Yet, I assure you, that those words mean more than a soul. That writer found a purpose as each day left a layer. Thin like needles forming sketches over his skin. He is old and frail, but his words…
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An ocean of thoughts far above our heads. Lazy tufts of cotton forming fiery, cozy, clouds. Spreading out like a hazy garden in the sky. Purple pink wildflowers in a strewn, murmured mess. Clumsy and obese as they stumble all about. Yet, what is it about them that pull my gaze from the ground? For…
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It started with an abyss of pride torn down until he felt nothing. Diving forth with the humiliation of being an outcast. Dark eyes to go with dark clothes. It comes down to the right of freedom in a soul. His gaze is sparking with the pain of past tense. Will you hear his words…
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The truth is that I have no idea what it is I am thinking about. With too many thoughts and too many minds alike. Only my conscience does not feel like the others. For I am split between a million personalities and a million ideas. I want to be the girl on the board moving…
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When he walked by, I met his gaze. Books were surrounding us, and I could feel a million places calling. Yet, as I met his eyes, I saw somewhere I had never gone before. Eyes like lively gems lost beneath the waves of an ocean. Poems tugging at my mind as I wondered what his…
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Here comes the rain. The lost compass holds the disoriented picture to dissolve. While the tumbling droplets will descend and wash away thoughts. Here comes the rain. Shades of cloudy memory like colored pencils. Leaving behind a river of impressions in a hopeful after tone. Here comes the rain. I hope it comes…
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She grew some wings and flew away. He grew a tree and earned a friend. The apple fell to find the one and only. The vine reaches far and wide for the light. You will find that the world might spin; Just a little hastier if you give it a purpose. To show you the…
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Listen to the storm that has come through weather. It has given us a circlet better than cloudy creations. For resting on the riverbed is a mystifying puzzle piece. Wrings of untamed vine to create a perfect picture. Petals like gems implanted on top a gleaming majesty. Greenery to replace the gold that holds us…
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Where does it all come from? When I lay down in the late hours and decide to wake back up. Where does it all come from? This is the hardest poem to write of all. For there is too much out there that is rough as broken shards of glass. Yet, I know that there…
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Darkness is the first vision of what is to come. Seeping out and about, like broken electricity in the sky. Harsh marks of powerful forces that could take different oceans in hand. Tides that rise and take dreams back into the falling laps. For it has foreseen a vision to come that will strike the…
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His mind was fragile yet as beautiful as a world. The stars and moon may have been bright, but his eyes were like gems. She would tell her secrets to the stars and when he smiled with his nebula eyes; It was as if he knew every spoken word that had ever left her lips….
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Stay six feet apart is what they say. Yet, when I look up, I still feel your gaze touch mine. When I sing to the sky, the rain will caress me. In daydreams, clouds are my own to hold. When I look up, the thought in your mind wraps around mine. I try to stay…
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Silent dusk would be done if it were not for the melody. The song from the keys pressing down with each note. Notes from inspiration that motivated new worlds. Character that form with each click. Pounding down on the keys to sing you this poem. Hello, dear writer, and tell me what is your name? …
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Authentic and real. The reader will crave something that is not direct but poetic. Written in sentences that reflect different perspectives. A mad world and a mad mind. We want something that can describe the notes of a piano above our heads in the sunlight. Although, possibly not sunlight, we want to decide whether it…
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Do you hear the melody of creation? The sound that comes from those singing to the sky? I hear a star, not falling, but rising to the sky; Becoming a once upon a time; something more than a wish. Do you hear the melody of creation? The sound the flowers create, as they dance…
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Different sides attack me. Starting from the top. The voices leave a trace. A linger of pain that spreads. I am angry and defensive. Being a creator left behind. Fighting my own inner war. A chess game inside my head. Feeling sick with every thought. Cannot move despite the flinch of darkness. Obscured inside a…
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Take this sheet, take this screen. Whether it be song or word. Do not judge me for it. Just take the time to understand it. That beaten character holds my hurt. That silent character knows my mind. The hopeless character is my romantic. I am giving myself to you in this dialogue. Although it may…
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I am two. Not bipolar. Just more than one. Not a single. Not a couple. I am simply two. More than one. Always in thought; Yet, still listening. Halfway asleep. Multiplied and divided. My personalities are endless. Quite double sided. I am a bit more than just one. COPYRIGHT © 2020 Jade M. Liljenquist (Unauthorized…
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I am levitation. I do not need your wings. I do not need the loose ends of the feather. I do not need their false hope. No staircase can step up as I could. No aircraft will rise like I can. I am levitation. I have a mind with a mansion inside. A room for…
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I do not want to hold still on a spinning sphere. I shall spin with it. If you attempt to hold me back; You will only see the wonder. The wonder of dancing in the midst of freedom. Imagining for only even a moment. To hold the stars in your palm. To listen to the…
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Desire is a part of being human. Just as a flower must blossom. Yet, I have only one wish for the genie. More than anything; I just want to be okay. To wake up in the mornings; Allow life to fill my chest with a smile. To always be gullible for a summer daydream. That…
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This world. Split between something icy and scorching. Harsh, yet with so many prepossessing elements. A miscellaneous combination to create a canvas. A canvas enveloped in vines that eventually reveal; Reveal blossoms of a rare, patient beauty. Eyes beneath lashes that hold a color. An ocean full of creatures, free to adventure. Elevations to…
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