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Lillian May Jun 2018
a walk of cobble
the sky blue and sunbeams
draping over the scene
through leaves and branches gleam
walls of pure history
the plainest street a dream
class dancing about
thinking thoughts without
a hint of a doubt
that this place would be worthy of a story
in all of its glory
and on the page i'd pour me
and everything i am and everything
that i saw
that i felt
that i touched and smelt
holding and grasping
and clutching and clasping
onto any sensation i could get my hands on
hoping for a memory to last
so i could look onto the past
and remember it clearly
remember it dearly
forget all my worries
and the tears on my face
and my blues
and instead think of all my stories
and the places i've been and this place
well
that's where i got my brown leather shoes
A couple years ago I went to mesmerizing Sicily, and this is just a small anecdote from that sunny Sicilian day.
Uta May 2018
Odd
Strangely she saw a cat with wings in the streets.

Strangely she saw a dragon walking in the middle of the town.

Strangely she saw griffons flying and big long serpents swimming in the water beneath a bridge.

Strangely she saw creatures shaped weirdly who simply walked together with other humans.

Strangely she thought she was going mad.

But really what was happening is that she just stood there in one place, strangely frozen, daydreaming.
I felt strange when writing this.
Comment down below and tell me what you think.
Krysta May 2018
When,

Silence is music to your eyes,
Stillness to your ears tastes just right.

When,

The tick of the clock jumps through the souls of your hearts feet,
All times beat at once.

When,

Done and to dos dance on your list
The cadence of the pen of life checks.

When,

Your feet lie and your tongue runs,
Eyes run round and toes blink across the ground.

When?
Sometimes it sounds like nonsense but it still feels right, so it goes right?
I feel it's pull again,
Like gravity I can't avoid it,
Do I gather my defences,
Attempt to make the peace last a little longer?

Only if I forget something:
That this is my defence
Yet it never needs a reason to grasp me,
Making me crumble under its fix.

Slowly? I ask,
Just one more breath lasting in reality?
Slowly? - gone.
And I won't be coming back for as long as
The storm inside my head lasts.

The truth about this is,
It doesn't like being ignored.
I could try to distract myself,
Only it would never be successful
Once it's on it's way it won't leave you,
Not until it's satisfied and
You're weeping all alone,
Because all that's just happened to you
Is nothing to anyone at all.
Explains my experience of Maladaptive Daydreaming.
Mel May 2018
Do you ever get lost in the moment?
Everything but your mind is completely still,
and everything seems to just pass you by.

Just sitting there,
with your mind fixated on one thing,
drowning everything else out but that singular thought.

Your feet are on the ground,
but you’ve never had your head float this high into the clouds.

Then all of a sudden you realize
just how far away you’ve gone.

You begin to see in slow motion,
drowning out all of the sounds.

You’re completed suspended in your own little world,
just waiting to come
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Willow May 2018
Z
I should sleep.
Because daydreaming of what could’ve
Isn’t as fun
As dreaming of what could...
Amanda Kay Burke Apr 2018
I used pure imagination
To picture a future with us together
Closed my eyes and visualized
Brighter times ahead; sunny weather.

I knew I was daydreaming
I might not one day be your wife
But I do not want to live without you
I hope fantasy comes to life.
They say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one.
Carolina Apr 2018
My mind's full of thoughts
I don't want.
Sequences, images of things
I can never have.
It's not about fantasizing about a better life
before you get to sleep.
It's about dissociating from reality
and excessively gritting your teeth.
You want and try to stop
but in a few seconds
you find yourself lost.
I can't remember when did it all begin,
probably way back before I was even a teen.
I want to cut my skin open and get out of my body, leave behind this broken mind.
It smothers me, it takes me to the edge,
it's eating me alive.
I'm losing it. Oh, I'm losing myself.
I don't want a way out, I want to be dead.
As I write this I'm imagining things.
Stop! Someone, rescue me!
I'm losing it.
Can I go crazy? I think I will.
I'll **** myself before it ends me.
I'm losing it.
LUNA Apr 2018
You.
The one who wrote me a poem
The one that makes me shake
The one for me
The one my sunflowers are for
The one I put my headphones as loud as I can dyring love songs
The one with the most beautiful eyes
Your eyes...
I could stare at your eyes for my whole life and never get bored
I would count the different tons of blue and one life wouldn't be enough
Unfortunatelly, life has an end
We are gonna die just like everyone else we love and the most beautiful flowers
But, it is time to live extraordinarily
We have to enjoy our time on Earth, enjoy our youth
Drink cheap wine, go out, download old french movies
Spend the night doing whatever but not sleeping
Listenin to music, dancing, dancing a lot! alone in the room or in a club with a bunch of people we will never know
Most people decide not to live miserably
But I chose to live extraodinarily and that means living with you
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