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Allie Dotson Nov 2019
There are no answers to questions
Questions do not get questioned and curiosity is tamed by the adventure that awaits.
Held back by the limitations drawn and defined by only you.
The limits are limitless.
A place that cannot be defined.
A wasteland of imagination.
It is a portal from reality to what could be.
A dream is the portal to what a future can hold from the seedlings of hope.
A hope that stays even if it can no longer be reached.
We dream and dream so we can hope.
It just takes 1 night
1 dream,
a glimmer of a glimpse full of delusions.
An altitude of imagination with the landing unexplored (or undiscovered)
and the seas uncharted to rescue a drawing hope.
So deeply sunk by waves of more realistic goals.
To save the last hope one can hold.  
A place where one may find themselves free of others damnation.
We can take risks without the fear a failure
and we can jump without worrying about falling
For if we fall from the edge of the earth
the landing will never arrive
for then one awakes.
Leaving a gift of dreaming potential and hope.
Allie Dotson Nov 2019
Delirious mist settles into a mind paralyzed with illusions.
A slip is all it takes.
No sound it will make
to fall
into a pool of black
with whispers of colors never seen before and time has yet been discovered.
It is nowhere yet everywhere.
X marks the spot
the destination
yet X has not been found.
For X has never existed.
There is no destination.
Allie Dotson Nov 2019
It is damaged
yet the strings still play when plucked
the fingers strum
all sprouting from a twisted hand
The music is troubled as it tries to form words
her Insides become out
yet it doesn't sum up the half
It was more than it was meant to be
More than what we were used to hearing
The sound contacted instantly
Something brimming of powerful moments
Those of true knowledge
which we cover with daily life
The terror of which one has lived through
wanting never again to arise and repeat
Shredded imaging, unadmitted longings, and high intensity fear
We can't live at that pitch
So every so often something shatters like ice
we fall into a river of our own existence
We are aware
because the realization is in the sound
  Feb 2019 Allie Dotson
Tanay
A destroyed castle by the sea in a full moon night,
The sand bathes under the moon light;
I can hear her whispers,
I can see her cry.

The waves rush to the land,
Trampling on the sand;
As she walks away,
Her mind is a dark canvas.

With a heavy heart and moist eyes,
She soars above the sky;
The sun welcomes her with its warmth,
To a beautiful dawn.

Every day ends with a night
And every night ends with a day.









Tanay Sengupta, Copyright © 2018.
All Rights Reserved.
Beyond every storm lies a beautiful tomorrow.
Allie Dotson Jan 2019
How can you be so infatuated on a single substance
A single thing that can ruin any connection that may try to sprout
To make what is already grown
fragile enough untill they all have been shattered

As it is a wall blocking those who choose it
from the real world
and yet you choose the foreign substance
but do you consider how dangerous that something is
That you can loose your own body
your own mind
your own life

People talk about aliens
or if mind control really exists
but the undeniable is already reeping the nation  
with the acceptance age being 21

you have given over your mind and body
The contract signed
A signature with your name finished in a lithal red
It might as well of been your will
For the only life you will live
won't even be lived as as you

you choose to be isolated
accompanied by something you've only know for a couple of years
and leave behind the people whom you have known all your life
or worse all of theirs

The life where you have choices
to not be bounded
To be in control
Is gone with a simple existence
a baneful prison
A fate which you solidified
with setting a reminder in the back of your head
A nag that is eating away any sanity  
Deteriorating each sip that goes by

The mind so weak
though so always frail
easy to be controlled by a simple substance

yet It is only though that
when your body looses way
and the pain from with in seeps through
with the physical limitations having been met
For then you finally say
I shouldn't of started
Yet how come you still won't stop?
Allie Dotson Dec 2018
The blue line
Somewhere in between time
I shall not cross
A fear bounding me to be lost
They are there
And I am here
A blue line
Which only seems to be mine
  Dec 2018 Allie Dotson
Poetress2
Let me introduce myself,
I'm known by all as "Greed;"
I want what others have,
not things that I may need.
~
My name is very popular,
"Rumors" it would be;
I ooze about your town,
bringing lies and false beliefs.
~
"Deceipt" is what they call me,
some use me everyday;
To cause chaos and havic,
as I go my merry way.
~
I think that I am worse,
I'm the "Failures" from your past;
I bring back painful memories,
my devastation's vast.
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