To dissolve as a form of imagination.To reappear as a signature of creation.What does it take and what will I find if the words collide?Listen to the melody that envelops the crystal drops of thought.To dissolve as a form of imagination.To reappear as a signature of creation.The mind of a maddened writer; the cry of…
Tag: Poetry
A Boy Named Sky
There is something about you I can never forget. A portrait in your eyes that reminds me of a starry night. Or is it the galaxy of freckles setting your face. It could be the sun sparking a warm fire in your voice. Possibly telling myself it is the alignment of worlds when you smile….
Forest Boy
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…
Fantasizing Reality
A prisoner to the person I used to be and a prisoner of my own mind. Got a table down in my basement with a soul that used to be mine. Taken apart too many times to remember how to reapply it. I tell you to leave me alone, but I need you more than…
Moments In Creation
Let us start from the beginning of creation. Where black and white roses become colorless stars. Mixing up ink blots to decipher our notation. There is a castle made of ink, a castle made of glass. Collecting poetry to fill up our empty honey jars. Piecing together the crowns of imagination. Emptying the figments of…
They Don’t Know
They don’t know. They don’t know what goes through her head. The girl that came from a twisted far away wonderland. They don’t know. They don’t know why she is the way she is. She wears all black but her mind is a thousand unexistent colors. Her hair is dyed to illustrate the vast portraits…
I Will Be The World
I will be the world. Claustrophobic storms in the deserted cities. To the flowers that might grow in the sky. Stars reflected in the ocean depths. I like to imagine that all writers are born in a place far away. Where each inspired image can come together as one. Entering the mind through a blink…
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…
Prince Of Darkness
He is the shadow that you think is your own. Following your every step and finding out your favorite place. He has got your soul in a case and he has got your smile in his mind. He knows the darkest thoughts, not just of you, but the entire world. He is a man not…
The Rain Was Never Haunted
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…
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…
Not Alone
As you read these words, you might be hearing a voice. Not the voice of an author but the voice of a poem. How lonely we become that paper becomes our closest friends. Writing away our lives until the end of time. I think about your words without you knowing. I reflect a part of…
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…
Holding Onto You
Gaze meaningfully searching for the lights that flicker. Finding it such a mesmerizing sight when the leaves curl as they burn. Looking forward to the strange color of death in autumn nature. Dancing with the shadows that are cast over in such little light. Oblivious to the friendship of the sun and spilling secrets to…
Write Your Name
Thought you would like to know, I am not blind to what is behind the smile. I have been a soldier once before. Your chest is rattling with an earthquake. You are a globe with a storm inside. There is so much rain that you cannot breathe. I know what it is like to forget…
Sweet Riptide
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…
Stargazing
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…
Flightless Fingerprints
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…
Flowers In My Shoes
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…
Dynamic Dreamer
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…
Place Without Stars
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…
Writing Damage
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…
Breathe Life
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…
Thinking Sky
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….
Wildflower
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…
One More Day
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…
Midnight Paint
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. Thank you for reading this writing by J. M. Lilin…
Ghosted Eyelashes
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…
Flicker
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…
Enigma Skies
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…
Three Wishes; Three Words
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…
Far Beyond Our Imagination
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…
Promise Me
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…
Midnight Adventure
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…
Wish To Exist
I know that it is quite a bit to ask for. I am asking for a space in your mind and a space in your time. I am hoping you will think of me, maybe once today and tomorrow. I know that it is quite a bit to ask for. Though, I would simply love…
Eccentric Forest
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…
A Hundred Times
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…
Once Upon A Time
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…
Messy Souls
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…
Intimidating Outcast
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…
A Memory, A Dream, And A Poem
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…
Here Comes The Rain
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…
The Unsigned Writer 