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My house of cards, built on the sand,
Is floating away, looking very stable,
As I hit a very good hand.
 Apr 2021 Amanda fancy
kenz
Flowers
 Apr 2021 Amanda fancy
kenz
why do the best people always die first?
when you pick flowers you pick the best ones meaning they are the first to die
god likes to do the same
remember that next time you go flower picking
 Apr 2021 Amanda fancy
Styles
Entice
 Apr 2021 Amanda fancy
Styles
At night
the sight
of your flesh
ignites flames
that entice
pleasures
beyond
measures
A bundle of decisions and and actions,
A synergy of cause and effect,
The push and pull from the benevolent,
A wild and precious life lived.
Inspired by Mary Oliver
 Apr 2021 Amanda fancy
Nylee
My lonely field
no one to accompany,
there are weeds growing
high up till my chin.
I am barefoot,
walking around aimlessly
my feet are bleeding
many pebbles beneath my feet
I am searching for the sun
hiding behind the clouds
the colours are sepia
black, brown, yellow
soon there is rain
pouring over my face
the scene goes muddy
then moon follows
and the night conquers
and till when it is dawn
I am long gone.

a walk in my field,
a walk into my life
it is how it is
stay where you are
scenery is not pretty
.
 Feb 2021 Amanda fancy
R L
breathe
 Feb 2021 Amanda fancy
R L
can you breathe for the both of us?
Silence is


LOUD

When no words
Are spoken
 Jan 2021 Amanda fancy
Solaces
Look for the clues..  They are all around!!  They will tell you of a world of your creation.. Of a world that has no rules at all..  Where the stars in the sky are made up of the memory of your memory..  At some point I finally find a clue..   It was in the pictures on the wall!!  They were all upside down.. I knew then this was a dream.. This was a world of mine..  

I go out into the night and look to the memory stars above..  I begin to float a few feet from the ground.. And then above the town.. Its so beautiful and calm from here.. All the lights of this town are lit by my memory of light.. There truly is no electricity here but just memory, memory of shine, memory of how a light looks to the eye that beholds it as the shadows run away from its glow..  

Floating quickly turns into flying.. As I begin to dive and rise toward the town and the creasent moon above..  I swear my stomach reacts to the g-forces I create from the memory of roller coasters..  Its then I rise above the clouds..  There is silence I cannot describe up there.. And when I truly listen I hear the hum of the the Earth itself. A melody, a song, a beautiful message that tells me there is no limit here.. I bolt through the clouds and over the dream oceans in my mind..  

There on the rocky shore I see an orange glow..  A window in the rocks..  There are others like me there.. Inside this dream chamber.. There is a flame that burns at the center of this room.. As I enter the winds begin to move the gold and silver sands on the wooden floors..  I see the flame and it calls to me..  I place my hand within it and it turns storm blue..  Its then I awake from this beautiful lucid dream!
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