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clouds of the head
shaping them from what's left

"dangerous" someone said
"hilarious" I'll bet
heaven or hell
How do you tell?

saved me
broke me.
and made me believe

unique they are
or shared by others
no limits can't bought
just thoughts
that bother
ria Jul 23
do you exist?

in this realm,
in this time,
in this small blip of moments,

and if so,
how do i capture you?
hold you in my hands.
in my heart.
how do i seek you out?

when you’re nothing of our kind.
neither here nor there.
you’re simply smoke and mirrors.
nowhere, yet everywhere.

you’ve got no flesh and bones,
simply god made and grown.
you’ve got no fear, just quest,
a longing to roam.

are you even real?

or just an ache that I conceal?

if you are just fiction,
how do I conjure you
and keep you with conviction?

you’d be locked into my mind.
giving me endless daydreams,
yet consuming all my time.

then maybe i’d be lost
in your never ending shimmer.

my life and light would fade
in comparison
to a low flicker dimmer.

i would waste my decades decaying.
simple, stupid, and waiting.

i would turn down every suitor.
yet I would be an angry, seething,
lovelorn refuter

and if i can’t have you,
or sift my hands to grasp,
what will be the purpose?
and what heart of mine will last?
Angharad Jul 21
I don’t know if love exists as perfect as I have imagined it
Not perfect in the way most know it to be
But perfect to me
With muddy fingernails and chaos like autumn leaves caught up in a breeze
I have pictured orange coloured kisses that last a lifetime in the golden hour light
Minutes are frozen and only the moments tick by
I have seen us surrendered in the summer grass, cradled in the green
Daisies in my eyes, a drifting woodland dream
You hold me as the sunlight fades, out of the light and into the shade
Your lips just like honey lay
And taste of endless summer days
Daydream (Ensoñación)
Drowsy unto death,
brimming with imagination,
I walk among the clouds.
My eyes close, and I drift away.

Between the heavens,
lulled in my own mist,
I leave all behind, lost in the haze.
Between day and night, in the twilight,
everything unfolds slowly, and I glide
between vaporous clouds and the shining stars.

Exiting the body,
gazing at those remains from afar,
far, so far from my vestiges, I ascend,
flying to another world, that world of pure daydream.

That intimate world,
a world solely mine,
where senses are lulled,
my thinking self asleep.

In that rare moment,
in my ensoñación,
I can see myself,
and take flight,
soaring.

Departing,
bodiless, unchained,
within reality, there are crevices
to leave all behind,
and dream of flight.

In peace,
in my peace,
in my calm,
in total serenity,
between waking,
between dreams,
a dreaming soul.

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ENSOÑACION
Muero de sueño,

lleno de imaginación.

Andando entre las nubes,

se me cierran los ojos y despego.

Entre los cielos,

adormecido en mi vapor,

dejó todo atrás, en la neblina.

Entre el día y la noche, en la tarde,

todo se hace lentamente y me desplazo,

entre las nubes de vapor y las estrellas brillantes.

Saliendo del cuerpo,

mirando esos restos desde lejos,

lejos,  muy lejos de mis despojos, me elevo,

volando a otro mundo, ese mundo de la ensoñación.

Ese mundo íntimo,

un mundo solo mío,

adormecidos los sentidos,

adormecido mi ser pensante.

En ese raro momento,

en mi ensoñación,

puedo verme,

y despegar,

volando.

Marchando,

sin cuerpo, sin ataduras,

entre la realidad, hay resquicios,

para dejar todo atrás,

y soñar con volar.

En paz,

en mi paz,

en mi calma,

en calma total,

Entre la vigilia,

entre los sueños,

un alma soñadora.
ProfMoonCake May 21
It was the books,
The same ones I read,
Over the summers,
In the libraries
That told me it was okay to wish.
So I wished,
For a **** body,
Like the ones on the posters.
I did not get that,
So I moved on.

It was probably TV,
The shows with eternal love,
Chemistry that was across lifetimes,
Romance and slow dances.
So I wished again,
For a tall funny man,
He will be my mirror I thought,
That shattered too

Why wish at all?
It is a futile thought
Like the sky you’ll never reach.
J Bjork Mar 18
You look like the kind of person
that I could share silence with
and I’ve been made a fool
from reveling in this idealized mess
ever since the day that
we never met

Only saw a face,
as it shifted through shadows
at your kinetic pace,
masked in a smile from
this wistful summer glare,
and intricate details that
long to match your
auburn hair

Neurons started firing,
daydreams cascade and blend,
my infatuation
twists and bends
into a proclamation of art
that recycles upon waking up:
my continuation
of getting lost in
whoever / wherever
you are
08/18
I want to be there for you
The way you are there for me
Because in the end
You're the only one I see

I just want someone to love
Someone to care
Someone who will always
Always be there

You don't lie
When I ask for truth
Because you know me
And I know you

I just want someone to love
Someone to care
Someone to listen
To all the woes I share

You helped me to fix
These problems I face
And I remember the night
You held me in your arms as I cried

I just want someone to love
Someone to care
Someone who will always
Always be there

I want to see your face
And hear your voice
But I can't
And I never will

Because you're just a dream
Some long-lost hope
Because I'm just a poet
Some hopeless daydreamer
𝐴 𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑦, 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑛,
𝑇𝑖𝑠 𝑣𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑛.
𝑆𝑒𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑒,  
𝐴𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑏𝑦, 𝑦𝑒𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑛.

𝐴 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑧𝑒𝑝ℎ𝑦𝑟 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔,  
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑐𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑛.
𝐴𝑛 𝑒𝑙𝑦𝑠𝑖𝑎𝑛 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛',
𝑌𝑒𝑡, 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔.

𝑀𝑢𝑟𝑚𝑢𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑣𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑖𝑛,
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝐴𝑚𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑝𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛'-𝑖𝑛.
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑢𝑛𝑎 𝑜𝑓 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑛, 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛' 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑚,
L𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛' 𝑎 𝑙𝑢𝑠ℎ, 𝑜𝑓 𝑒𝑓𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 ℎ𝑦𝑚𝑛.

𝐿𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑝ℎ𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒,
𝑌𝑒𝑡, 𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑙𝑖𝑚𝑏.
𝐴𝑛 𝑒𝑙𝑦𝑠𝑖𝑢𝑚 𝑜𝑓 𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒,
𝐺𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑒𝑝𝑖𝑝ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑦.

𝐴 𝑣𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑦,
𝑇ℎ𝑢𝑠 𝑚𝑢𝑟𝑚𝑢𝑟𝑠 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦.
𝐴 𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑟𝑦,
𝐼𝑛 𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑚 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑦.

𝑇ℎ𝑢𝑠, 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑦,
𝑇𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑎 𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑒𝑝𝑖𝑝ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑦.
𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟, 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒.
A reverie? a daydream?, will my reveries ever exist or era's and epochs will pass by without it being no longer just a reverie?
Lillian Feb 27
I'm enveloped into my mind
This world was never meant for my kind,
So I fade way into pure imagination
Were I'm met by fascination
And I am greeted by my own Validation
My realm is realities Evacuation
Here everything is strange
But I wouldn't exchange
This dream-like place
For the face
Of desperate society
That causes my anxiety
In conclusion
Stay in delusion.
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