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…
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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…
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…
Symphony of Light
For once it is time to not be afraid of height. Touching the skies in symphony of light. The horizon falling in such a splendid sight. May we waltz graceful through the night? May the stars be our mapped out chart? Falling forth to reveal the glass of our heart. I know it has been…
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…
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…
Jar Of Stars
He was dark, like a fire of shadows. Such closed in words that held such a snowstorm. So many weather conditions and so many oceans. Eyes like a sky without stars. He was the one not meant to win. He was no hero. He was meant to be alone for the rest of his life….
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!…
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….
City Of Constellations
There below the ledge is a constellation. Spreading out like splintered pieces of electricity in the atmosphere. Except down below her feet, like a stream of flashing fireflies. Never reflecting over what might have survived inside the canyon, she steps closer. She has run out of her soul’s ink and has no more to…
Seasonal Stars
Laying down beneath the stars, in the middle of the spring. Creatures of mystery beckoning him forth. Adventuring the woods and finding himself beneath an ocean. This boy was not the usual; this boy was a dreamer. Laying down beneath the stars, in the middle of the summer. Violin grass, alive and well, dancing all…
City Of Love
I love the orbs in the sky above my head. As I stand in the city of love. Spells dazzle each passerby, even those upon the bench. A spectacle of pure electricity causing a rainstorm of nebula dust. This city is unbearable in a sense that I would feel lost if I left. Wishing you…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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,…
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…
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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