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Poems
Françoise
Nov 2015
You can only exist in my fantasies,
Where there would be no boundaries.
You can only exist in my fantasies,
Where I would wait for you every night-
Shattering every despair of silent light.
You can only live in my fantasies,
Where it would be okay for me to stay-
Wrapped in your arms my love won't decay.
Because you can only live in my fantasies-
Somewhere I will be safe and protected
Knowing that I will never feel neglected.
You live in my fantasies like an ephemeral dream-
Wishing upon the stars I thought I've already seen-
The beauty of your eyes gazing into my soul
Loosing my breath it almost feels unreal-
To think that you only live in my fantasies
This place that I can mold and fix-
Every single tear and broken script
In this world of mine I can pretend I am not alone-
I can pretend that you're here with me
Because I am scared to open my eyes to this cold reality-
Where souls like me can't feel no more sympathy
In those fantasies of mine I will hurt myself
Over and over again I am becoming hopeless
To find the strength inside of me to let you see-
That without this world of fantasies-
I have no secure place to be the real me.
Where there would be no boundaries.
You can only exist in my fantasies,
Where I would wait for you every night-
Shattering every despair of silent light.
You can only live in my fantasies,
Where it would be okay for me to stay-
Wrapped in your arms my love won't decay.
Because you can only live in my fantasies-
Somewhere I will be safe and protected
Knowing that I will never feel neglected.
You live in my fantasies like an ephemeral dream-
Wishing upon the stars I thought I've already seen-
The beauty of your eyes gazing into my soul
Loosing my breath it almost feels unreal-
To think that you only live in my fantasies
This place that I can mold and fix-
Every single tear and broken script
In this world of mine I can pretend I am not alone-
I can pretend that you're here with me
Because I am scared to open my eyes to this cold reality-
Where souls like me can't feel no more sympathy
In those fantasies of mine I will hurt myself
Over and over again I am becoming hopeless
To find the strength inside of me to let you see-
That without this world of fantasies-
I have no secure place to be the real me.
Klvshp0et Nov 2015
"Fantasies & Poetry"
Klvshp0et
Nov 2015
Fantasies and poetry.
Fantasies and poetry.
All I've got in life
are fantasies and poetry.
Oh you think that
you know me?
Tell me about
the visions that I see.
Tell me about
the places I will be.
Tell me about
the faces I will see.
All the hands I will shake.
All the hearts I will break.
All the deals I will make.
Tell me about
when I found myself.
Tell me about
how I was before
and how I worked
with all my cards
that were dealt.
All you know
is what I choose
for you to see.
So, believe you me
my minds travels deep
when I separate
you from me.
Coming to you live
from the depths of me
and deep inside my mind.
Where my soul
and my ancestors be.
Fighting evil influences
that try to destroy me.
Who guided me in the direction
where I'm suppose to be.
Yet I still don't know
where I'm suppose to be.
You think you know me
then you know that
all I've got are
Fantasies and poetry.
Fantasies and poetry.
All I've got in life
are fantasies and poetry.
These fantasies and poetry
are what I use
to fight the powers that be.
To fight the demons in me.
To show you the demons in you.
To tell you the truth
That that box of distraction
that they've made for you
you will only see a few.
So you will never know
exactly what they do to you.
That's why I write to find
the lost.
I write to free
the trapped.
I write to shine light to
the blind.
I write to hold
the loveless
In a world that seems
so soulless.
Where appearances and possessions
make those the boldness
only on the surface.
I write to warm
the bitter coldness
of the mystical human experience.
With the strong arms of Samson
my love you won't have to ration.
As long as we don't let negativity
become its assassin
and let its actions speak
as loud as a cannon.
It will be in
like it is the latest fashion.
Then I will be free to imagine
what life would be like
without my own captions
of fantasies and poetry.
Fantasies and poetry.
All I've got in life
are fantasies and poetry.
Oh you think that
you know me?
Tell me about
the visions that I see.
Tell me about
the places I will be.
Tell me about
the faces I will see.
All the hands I will shake.
All the hearts I will break.
All the deals I will make.
Tell me about
when I found myself.
Tell me about
how I was before
and how I worked
with all my cards
that were dealt.
All you know
is what I choose
for you to see.
So, believe you me
my minds travels deep
when I separate
you from me.
Coming to you live
from the depths of me
and deep inside my mind.
Where my soul
and my ancestors be.
Fighting evil influences
that try to destroy me.
Who guided me in the direction
where I'm suppose to be.
Yet I still don't know
where I'm suppose to be.
You think you know me
then you know that
all I've got are
Fantasies and poetry.
Fantasies and poetry.
All I've got in life
are fantasies and poetry.
These fantasies and poetry
are what I use
to fight the powers that be.
To fight the demons in me.
To show you the demons in you.
To tell you the truth
That that box of distraction
that they've made for you
you will only see a few.
So you will never know
exactly what they do to you.
That's why I write to find
the lost.
I write to free
the trapped.
I write to shine light to
the blind.
I write to hold
the loveless
In a world that seems
so soulless.
Where appearances and possessions
make those the boldness
only on the surface.
I write to warm
the bitter coldness
of the mystical human experience.
With the strong arms of Samson
my love you won't have to ration.
As long as we don't let negativity
become its assassin
and let its actions speak
as loud as a cannon.
It will be in
like it is the latest fashion.
Then I will be free to imagine
what life would be like
without my own captions
of fantasies and poetry.
MsRobota Sep 2016
In my Fantasies
MsRobota
Sep 2016
For 64 days I played a game of "Truth or Dare"
Cross my heart, beg to die
This is the confession of a broken heart
That sacrificed it's sanity for a steamy love affair
Now, I sit by the window wishing I had had a crystal ball
because it'd have saved me a century of torment
Knowing I wasn't your knight in shining armour
It'd have saved me a century of screaming
Instead I watched Atlantis vanish
My pretty, perfect, paradise turned to ash
In my fantasies
We're still in the attic staring at it
The picture of broken love
Holding on to a hope, so cold
I should let go, but I'm paralyzed
Covered in apprehension that we'd survive
And come down from the attic
I am convinced, I'm staring at it
The picture of true love
but true love left, walked out the door
and it's all my fault and if I was honest
I'd admit it's over
Hello, unhappily ever after
Thoughts that refuse me to let me sleep
I remember when I first saw you
I ran out of words
I lost my breathe as butterflies erupted
I couldn’t resist entering the maelstrom despite the warnings
This is my odyssey
I couldn't resist the enchanting music
I thought I could take it
I wanted to be imprisoned
I never knew something so beautiful could be so dangerous
But in my fantasies
We're still in the attic staring at it
The picture of broken love
Holding on to a hope so cold
I should let go, but I'm paralyzed
Covered in apprehension that we'd survive
And come down from the attic
I am convinced, I'm staring at it
The picture of true love
but true love left, walked out the door
and it's all my fault and if I was honest
I'd admit it's over
I still want to be your ***** little secret
The thing you write your love songs about
But I'm nothing more than a wilting February song
Lost in the bitter, biting, bleak winter air
Because you were never mine
And every day I woke up alone, lying to myself
That I could live with empty arms
Instead of a soft lullaby
I scream words of a banshee
Inject me with your love, baby
Give me your love, honey
Fill me with lush tender dreams
Make cotton, candy, clouds rain sweet sugars of incandescent ecstasy
Just give me what I need because underneath I’m breaking
But in my fantasies
We're still in the attic staring at it
The picture of broken love
Holding on to a hope so cold
I should let go, but I'm paralyzed
Covered in apprehension that we'd survive
And come down from the attic
I am convinced, I'm staring at it
The picture of true love
but true love left, walked out the door
and it's all my fault and if I was honest
I'd admit it's over
You need to tell me if you feel the things I do
Your hard exterior, your indecisions are making me wonder
If it’s worth staying up until 3 am
To meet you for our little rendezvous
But I'm tired of sleeping with the enemy
A person I can't recognize
Take off the mask, end this façade
Stop blaming me for losing yourself
When you got caught up in someone you invented
But in my fantasies
We're still in the attic staring at it
The picture of broken love
Holding on to a hope so cold
I should let go, but I'm paralyzed
Covered in apprehension that we'd survive
And come down from the attic
I am convinced, I'm staring at it
The picture of true love
but true love left, walked out the door
and it's all my fault and if I was honest
I'd admit it's over
I admit
It's over
Our masterpiece has crumbled beneath your feet
Turned to ash, you left the remains in my chest
Because none of it was real
It was just a game of "Truth or Dare"
But I was never given the truth
So I dare you to tell me the truth
But you refuse
But that won't stop me from sleeping tonight
Without nightmares, without shadows
In my fantasies
Cross my heart, beg to die
This is the confession of a broken heart
That sacrificed it's sanity for a steamy love affair
Now, I sit by the window wishing I had had a crystal ball
because it'd have saved me a century of torment
Knowing I wasn't your knight in shining armour
It'd have saved me a century of screaming
Instead I watched Atlantis vanish
My pretty, perfect, paradise turned to ash
In my fantasies
We're still in the attic staring at it
The picture of broken love
Holding on to a hope, so cold
I should let go, but I'm paralyzed
Covered in apprehension that we'd survive
And come down from the attic
I am convinced, I'm staring at it
The picture of true love
but true love left, walked out the door
and it's all my fault and if I was honest
I'd admit it's over
Hello, unhappily ever after
Thoughts that refuse me to let me sleep
I remember when I first saw you
I ran out of words
I lost my breathe as butterflies erupted
I couldn’t resist entering the maelstrom despite the warnings
This is my odyssey
I couldn't resist the enchanting music
I thought I could take it
I wanted to be imprisoned
I never knew something so beautiful could be so dangerous
But in my fantasies
We're still in the attic staring at it
The picture of broken love
Holding on to a hope so cold
I should let go, but I'm paralyzed
Covered in apprehension that we'd survive
And come down from the attic
I am convinced, I'm staring at it
The picture of true love
but true love left, walked out the door
and it's all my fault and if I was honest
I'd admit it's over
I still want to be your ***** little secret
The thing you write your love songs about
But I'm nothing more than a wilting February song
Lost in the bitter, biting, bleak winter air
Because you were never mine
And every day I woke up alone, lying to myself
That I could live with empty arms
Instead of a soft lullaby
I scream words of a banshee
Inject me with your love, baby
Give me your love, honey
Fill me with lush tender dreams
Make cotton, candy, clouds rain sweet sugars of incandescent ecstasy
Just give me what I need because underneath I’m breaking
But in my fantasies
We're still in the attic staring at it
The picture of broken love
Holding on to a hope so cold
I should let go, but I'm paralyzed
Covered in apprehension that we'd survive
And come down from the attic
I am convinced, I'm staring at it
The picture of true love
but true love left, walked out the door
and it's all my fault and if I was honest
I'd admit it's over
You need to tell me if you feel the things I do
Your hard exterior, your indecisions are making me wonder
If it’s worth staying up until 3 am
To meet you for our little rendezvous
But I'm tired of sleeping with the enemy
A person I can't recognize
Take off the mask, end this façade
Stop blaming me for losing yourself
When you got caught up in someone you invented
But in my fantasies
We're still in the attic staring at it
The picture of broken love
Holding on to a hope so cold
I should let go, but I'm paralyzed
Covered in apprehension that we'd survive
And come down from the attic
I am convinced, I'm staring at it
The picture of true love
but true love left, walked out the door
and it's all my fault and if I was honest
I'd admit it's over
I admit
It's over
Our masterpiece has crumbled beneath your feet
Turned to ash, you left the remains in my chest
Because none of it was real
It was just a game of "Truth or Dare"
But I was never given the truth
So I dare you to tell me the truth
But you refuse
But that won't stop me from sleeping tonight
Without nightmares, without shadows
In my fantasies