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J U L I E Nov 2015
I need to go, I can't stay here anymore.
But I can't leave, not him.
He's dangerous, yet safe.
He's my nightmare, yet I still daydream about him.
He's my soulmate, yet not mine.
My soulmate belongs to someone else.
And because of that, my heart is aching more than before.
Raven Feb 2016
Sunday morning
all is peaceful and quiet
I was drinking coffee
while skimming the morning paper
Listening to the cars
roar in the distance
You came out of the bedroom
yawning, stretching
looking cute with your bed hair
Eyes squinting
Adjusting to the sunlight
You made your way to the kitchen
poured yourself a cup of coffee
and took a seat across from me
We just stared
Studying each other
Not a single word uttered
We sat still in silence
a comfortable one
Few minutes passed
You looked a way
licked your lips then smirked
Often
I daydream about
doing a lot of things to you
I wonder
Are you thinking
the same way I do?
Tafuta Atarashī Feb 2016
A bit of love
With a side of champagne
In our garden.
Just a single taste
Of you and I imagine,
I daydream, of such a day.
Angie S Jan 2016
we fill up schedules for senior year
and imagine what we'll be then.
i'd like to imagine myself beside you,
but i can't even look you in the eyes
without my mind
clouding over with daydreams
even my pencil is at a loss for words
and a year from today
i'll still be hovering over empty love letters
but if im in the same class as you...
i might be able to say something more to you than
small talk for acquaintances
i could tell you
about the daydreams i live in
and how you are always weaved into their stories
or how you are a daydream
and im a dreamer who cant reach to the stars
but finds herself stargazing every night anyways
so i'm a junior, and this week we got our enrollment cards for senior year.
that gave me an idea for a poem, but as it is with love poems by me, these words aren't for anybody. not yet i guess
a charmer with no intention,

you swept me off my feet.

like they always seem to do.  

but someday,

I hold fast,

to the idea that maybe,

just maybe,

you'll fly away with me too.
Torias Dec 2015
Too many sweets,
I need substance.
I tell myself the candy is good for me,
But I've known all along it isn't.
I feel strong, but
It's hard to swallow
The truth.

12/9/15
Angela G Dec 2015
there's a screaming in my mind,
slow, maddening, insanity.
it never goes away, mind you.
when i'm seemingly in the clear,
it suddenly shrieks at a deafening volume.
for four months this scream resides,
within a brain unstable as mine.
no one wants to hear me scream.
i let it out too early, too often,
until everyone had a migraine,
but i only kept screaming,
until someone told me to shut my trap.
they disappeared.
i'm locked in my mind,
in this empty, screaming room.
the scream is louder than ever, mind you,
and i still manage to keep my trap shut.
this spiral of insanity is uncontrollable.
no one to hear me scream, or to care,
or to scream with me.
this nightmare i love has become my worst daydream.
i want to scream.
i must scream.
i have to scream.
i need to scream.
but i may only whisper.
i shut my trap,
and i've held it in too long.
i shut my trap,
and look what it got me.
Most of it happens
under the hex of
the small hours
between these brittle walls
in the chaotic silence of
daybreak
while the neighbors rush off
to work

Not a sound
but the hum of
a ceiling fan
toiling the extent of
my thoughts
til it's actually time to
“wake up"

The gentle crunch of
Kitty's breakfast
rings with such soothing
abrasiveness
even the crickets can't compare
Nothing can match that
care-free lifestyle I so long for

Long for...
How long exactly?
Three hours past dawn ought to
do it
unless dreary rays of light
burn through my eyelids
and rekindle the cyclical
carnival
that cons the day's authority
over sleep
wee hours
saurabh banerjee Nov 2015
The delusions have begun
Random thoughts, day dreams
Every word she spoke
has been etched in my mind,
she commanding her presence
in every thought, every action.
Her voice in my head
Reverberating in my ears
even when she is gone.
Nights have become longer
And the days dizzier.
Nothing interests me, except her thought
She has become the source
of my passion, motivation and creativity.
Its her thought which fuels my actions
I feel so helpless, so captivated
I close my eyes and I see her
Its getting hard with every passing day.
Its like pleasure has disguised itself as pain
If this is love, it is too much for me.
But does she feel the same?
This thought leaves a chill in my bones
Every time she passes by the hallway,
avoiding to look into my eyes.
I know she is the ONE for me.
But this thought appalls me
'Am I the ONE for her'
I wish I am.
I just wish.
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