Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jewel M C Oct 2017
I’m from a world exactly like ours
     where the days aren’t measured by hours
{ * + & sometimes I feel like I have superpowers + * }
     there, the grass is blue & the sky is green
          > but most things are backwards in-between <
               nothing is ever what it seems

     <<< I'm lost inside heavenly hyperbole
     in the clouds of my own mentality
     a one-of-a-kind, life-like reality
     floating in anti-gravity >>>

     welcome to my favorite delusion
          @ your world is nothing but c o n f u s i o n @
everything is just an illusion allusion?
     let's dream until the next revolution

                    * * * * *
     it was     all a technicolor blur,
     only     upside-down and inside-out
     a     place unlike any other,
     dream     of the world in every color
                    * * * *
*part of sonnet collection: Revelling in Reverie
(sonnet + 4 additional lines)
Madison Greene Oct 2017
I missed you before you were mine
dismal nights spent wondering what t-shirt clings to your back
& what it would feel like to wake up with it falling off my shoulder
but now your fingers keep getting tangled in my hair
& your skin fits mine like a puzzle piece
& my imagination never did you justice
Kewayne Wadley Oct 2017
In a sort of way I was like her pen.
Whenever she needed a place to vent I was there.
In the times when truth was hard to bare. The world a bit colder.
Is when she stained me with her hands. A place she felt most comfortable.
She'd wake out of a dead sleep, to tell me all of her dreams.
The things that kept her up at night. Her fears, her aspirations. 
She inspired me as well.
To give as much as I could.
Knowing her to be all I could depend.
Generous in the way I laid beneath her words.
I remained humble. Replacing my top with every syllable she spoke.
learning to speak in the times she didn't know which word felt best. 
Shutting the world out for moments longer.
In times I wasn't my best. She never minded the ink on her hands.
The moments that became hesitant. Large blotches of ink clogged in a moment of weakness.
The silence of a moment where silence spoke volume.
Closed pen top. The inadequacy of being used until nothing was left.

This was how I viewed the world until she opened me up.
Often times I'd dangle from her front pocket. Kept warm by her side.
Away from all the other things she'd carry in her bag.
In all honesty I loved every story she'd tell.
Shedding light on her perspective of life.

To leave the old me somewhere on a desk
I felt at home living and breathing, nestled between her fingers.
At neither time did we feel we'd run out of ink.
Scribbling her pain, her pleasure 
With my fingers.
And I, curled up in a blanket until the sun rose in her eyes
Dazed Dreaming Oct 2017
Oh bubble bath..
I look forward to you every night..
My escape..
From the world..
From my worries..
From unpaid bills..
From all the unkind..
I look forward to melting away in..
My one special place..
My safe haven...

I look forward to the warmth of the water..
My nakedness..
Engulfing the steam and heat..
All at once..
The candles a glow..
That radiates the smell of lavender..
Filling my nose..
Soothing me..

I look forward to sinking down into the water..
As the world around me finally..
Becomes silent..
I look forward to closing my eyes..
Drifting away into a day dream..
Where I'm lying on a tropical beach..
The sun is just setting..
My faceless lover kneels down and surprises me with a kiss..
Carries me off into the sunset..
Into a bunglow a top the tropical sea..
Where we make the greatest love..
Two people in love can make..
Drowning in each others passion...

And when I open my eyes..
I'm happy in this moment..
If only in my bath tub..
Filled with bubbles and sappy day dreams.
sarah Oct 2017
we binge watch shows on netflix,
read book after book after book,
daydream about impossible things,
things that we wish would happen.
we scroll through other people’s instagram profiles
watch concert videos online,
look at photos of beautiful places,
all because we are bored of our own lives.
Sand Oct 2017
See, I have a racing mind
Trapped in a sluggish body
I've dreamed an entire world outside space and time
I made it to comfort me
For when this world slips out of my grasp
And I have no hold on my sanity
My world is there, so rich, so vast
To pick me up and grant me rest
Kat Pan Oct 2017
Driving, driving, driving
My unseasoned eyes had never caught a glimpse of nature's harvest
dividing people to such an extent

My eyes touring the scenic avenue
They had never witnessed the leaves loot the sun of its hue
It seemed almost artificial

My eyes distort the landscape into frayed fantasies
And my mind proceeds to peruse the memories like a magazine

I see you
I wave hi
Until your presence flickers
And we
disconnect
i miss home, i miss you, i was daydreaming
Kem-Ann Sep 2017
One day our stars will collide
Hearts will combine
Souls will soon intertwine

I'll be the reason why you no longer hold back
and you'll be to mine

You'll have me as your match,
will give you eyes that shine

I'd be the moon,
illuminates you every single night

You'd be the home,
considers to have in every sight

I'd be the only voice you want to hear
the only soul you don't want to share

You'll be the why behind these happy eyes
I'll be the answer why you no longer hear the word goodbye

Our hearts will soon meet
Destiny will give us time to greet

Your passion will hug mine
the way our heart beats in rhyme

Someday these two different worlds
will soon be one
So please be patient if both souls have not yet
been seen together around

Like how fate tells us to believe in impossibles
do allow yourself for I'll allow mine, too

but as for now, let's continue giving every piece of our hearts
and let time crossed each of our paths

-kem ann
One day, Someday, time will come, we both find each others arms
Next page