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 Oct 2013
echo
thoughts flow out
from my fingers...

they must still hold
my dreams

from when

I slept

with
my head
on my hands*
~
 Oct 2013
echo
History 
is written
by the victors

Songs
serenaded
by the lovers

Poetry
is spun
by the dreamers

and that is where you'll find me
 Oct 2013
echo
I want to throw my phone at the bottom of an ocean
Corrupting salt for corrupting tears that stale my words
And choke my heart [without ever having appeared]

I would that it met the depths and reached the bottom
Cos I am still trying to get to the bottom of this
When pulled at the roots, the root reappears
Harder to pull as we further in years [please wise us to the sun]

I am in love with an idea, today with your ear
All mine to whisper in, to bite and tell you two tales of love
To contain my passion to show the love within my heart
If not poured out will drown itself amass

And inconsistency will be my epitaph.

This is my fear.
Just a brainstream... of my honest thoughts.
(written some time ago...) -.-
you see... I was still in love with the idea of him...
and sometimes that is confusing
(which probably came out in my words)
 Oct 2013
soul in torment
Morning fog
blankets
the yet sleeping world
with cold
wet
Dreams
Another fog filled morning and I should be sleeping
 Jul 2013
Williamsji Maveli

Looking face to face,
While sitting around the corner,
Under the shadow of a pine tree;
In a celestial twilight;
I looked at her blue eyes;
To speak in silence;
A muted line of a lyric;
A quoted word of a love;
In a light pleasure of a mild touch;
Under her arms in a mild dream;
Further drowning into her stream….  
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
 Jul 2013
Nick
I dream of a broken glass
A broken glass of dreams
 May 2013
Wolves and Lilies
We are infinite.
For in my sleep
Where truth does not count,
Love is endless.
 May 2013
Marian
Castles way up in the clouds
Of the majestic sky,
Unicorns galloping
Up near rainbows,
Doves and horses gladly accepting their freedom
Fairies with their magical wands,
Gnomes sitting under trees,
Elves roaming Fairyland,
Dream worlds full of illusions,
Mirrors reflecting a girl or boy on the other side,
Swans floating upon lakes with their mate,
Oceans with their beauty of eternity,
Wells waiting for wishes to be made
Or coins to be tossed down them,
Never ending paths waiting for travelers,
Halls that go on forever,
Day dreams and childhood wishes,
Enchanted Cottages of beauty,
Pristine forests where Fairies live and dwell,
Waltzing flowers on a lone hill,
Forgotten treasures under the ocean,
Lone vast deserts,
Dew-drops on sun-kissed flowers,
This is my world of fantasy, dreams,
Illusions and imagination.

*~Marian~
 May 2013
CA Guilfoyle
I was a cherry tree - I dreamed
with evening birds, their words, singing home to me
The light of moon did come, and cool the sun went sleeping
trees and blades of grass, so green the Spring
void of willows weeping
Beyond the hills, fragrance fills
night's sultry air
awakes me
 May 2013
Marian
Lacy ferns growing
By the creek at Night
The creek is forever flowing and singing
Especially tonight
A full Moon hangs in the sky
And the Fairies are dancing in the Enchanted Forest
And as the clouds are passing by
I'm laying down by this creek getting my rest
'Til all at once I fall asleep
And my head is flooded with the most pretty dreams
That forever are with me while I sleep
By this Enchanted Creek
Where the Fairies often are
Hushing the world to sleep
Telling them to wish upon a star
Then go to bed and fall asleep without a peep
Lacy ferns growing
By the creek at Night
The creek is forever flowing and singing
Especially tonight
I'm laying here dreaming the hours away
I've stepped into a whole new world of sunshine
I've stepped into a whole new world and I'm going to stay
I've stepped into a whole new world that is mine
I'm laying by this creek getting my rest
'Til all at once I fall asleep
And my head is flooded with the most pretty dreams
That are forever with my while I sleep

*~Marian~
 May 2013
Sydney Victoria
Evanescent Hopes Linger,
Like A Puff Of Dust Underneath My Cleats,
As My Lungs Whistle, Trying To Find The Wind,
Transcending I Fall Into The Black Sea Of Dreams,
Where I Finally Feel Free
Real Short I Know, But I Feel No Need To Explain:) (I Am In No Pain)
 May 2013
JK Cabresos
He was awakened from those lovely fantasies,
But it only held him half alive that night;
A dream of sailing across the seven seas,
Only drowned him in disappointments, he cried.

He tried to separate the moon from the stars,
But he failed only to tell him about this strife.
Mind was vexed by a dream that turned into scars,
Reality wounded him, so he will be asleep again tonight.
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