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Juverine Wan Mar 2018
Daydreaming
of better things
of lovely things
of saddening things

Daydreaming
of Him who I wondered
ever really loved me
or did it mean no more

Daydreaming
of the life that was not mine
the life I left behind
the life I could not find

Daydreaming
of something I do not deserve
yet yearn for
with no reserve

Daydreaming
of things so harsh and deep
the ocean swallows me whole
and into quicksand I seep

Daydreaming
of the life I thought I desired
of the life I was inspired
but never became reality

Daydreaming
of better things
that became worser things
That became dangerous things

Daydreaming
Of things I don't understand
Yet yearn for
What nonsense, I am.
spiral-whirl Feb 2018
the knights in shining armor,
fighting the outlaws in the far lands,
i wonder where they been,
i wonder if they will take me,
yet i don't mind,
while i sit in my reality,
i can always read my fantasy~
it is actually not sad wow
Alicia Allen Feb 2018
I spend my days, in a haze, daydreaming
About somebody else's man.
I've got my head in the clouds and my heart soaring wild.
I spend my time daydreaming, about a man that aint mine.

I sit and I wonder, about the taste of his lips
I've seen him a time or two dozen around the way.
I watch as he go, to and fro, everyday
And I keep a wonder, wondering when its gonna be my turn.

I spend my days, in a haze, daydreaming
About somebody else's man.
growingpains Jan 2018
I catch myself daydreaming,
about myself but living
In another world
or an alternative universe
I think of all the possibilities
That you and me could be
Of all the scenarios
Where our paths would come close
I think of what if I was a San Francisco native?
Or what if I had build my life in Paris?
When would we meet?
When would you fit?
Because if I'm resurrected
If I come back from the dead
I would want you, guaranteed
Ain't that some greed?
My fingers sometimes feel like they were meant for more.

I close my eyes and feel the realities clashing against each other.

A myriad of choices drowned out by the distance of a universe. I can see a trillion different fingers gripping pencils in different ways.

Watch from a billion pairs of eyes as my brain trickles art into the air in a billion different dreams. Count the infinite variations rippling out from each song I sing.

Each tune never played writes the outlines of the sketches I've only felt. The rings of possibilities never to pass pull themselves back into the pond. Memory retracting light from infinite universes.

I remember it's just me. In the dark writing words that don't seem to gleam like all the things my dreams wish I could be.
It's so hard when you've been hiding
to come out of it again.
You can't do it
You can't do it
You can't do it,
But you've done it before so no one cares.
Somehow you'll push through it and suddenly you've added it once more,
Realistically they know that you'll do it again,
But this isn't realistic because it's about the imaginary.

You build yourself a home,
And tell yourself it's safe,
Then you disappear there for most waking hours of the day,
Then you have breaks from school when you should do revision and work,
You want to try so hard, so hard
Because you want to finally prove you can
You can be smart.
But you can't pull away from this,
You're trapped inside and you want to stay there,
The world keeps screaming at you that you're doing it all wrong.
You already know that but you keep going along;
It's that way or no way;
The world won't let you stop
No matter how hard you beg.

The home you've devised by yourself
Is filled with what you want and things you're scared of,
People you love so arduously
Yet continue absently,
Catastrophic events that break your heart
Even though they never came to be.

So you're screaming at the real walls surrounding you
Back in the harsh reality where nothing's as you want it,
Crying out that you want them here with you;
That it's the only way you'll get through;
Your whole world depends on these stupid, dejected, lovely, astute
Daydreams.
And to everyone else you could attempt to explain this to,
That is all they are:
Daydreams.
When the only thing you want,
Is for them to be reality.
I see his face inside my head,
Scenes flash in front of me
And then I realise it's all just
Make-believe.
I'm thinking about making some 'to-do lists'
But you've already taken me.
I hope I can reclaim my once used productivity.

You mean everything to me,
Such as the whole universe with all its highlights
And none of its pain within a person,
It only could be you and you throw all of the negatives away.

When I need someone to catch me before I fall,
Hold my hand and assure me that I will never lose it all,
You're always here ready to save me
From my own self-destruction without ever calling me crazy.

Maybe you're the air I crave to breathe,
Invisible and somewhere that I can never be.
If I could have one wish come true for Christmas:
Then you would actually be my forever and all eternity,
In real life, not just a bittersweet dream.
DeAnn Dec 2017
it started with a simple gesture
I ran my hands through my hair
felt its texture
i was fine

I started to get nervous
running hands through hair is a normal thing, right?
but then I watched as my hands transformed into claws
digging into my scalp

the nails digging deeper and deeper
i felt all of my feelings, thoughts, secrets pouring out of me like blood
as the claws caught hold of my hair
pulling everything inside of me
out

i couldn't breathe

but just as quickly everything returns to normal
examining my hands again to make sure i'm not the monster i once was
feeling my scalp to check if i'm bleeding
noticing all the quizzical stares and pitying eyes

can they see? the real me?
I feel like this happens to everyone at least once in their lives... I just wish this wouldn't happen to me every day. It makes living so much harder having to wonder whether monsters are real or not and, if they are, whether we are all monsters or only the select few of us who know. Or whether the fear of ourselves creates the monster. BUT those are thoughts for a different day
Valerie Dec 2017
I daydreaming
I dream about you
every night
every morning
I can not do anything without thinking of you.
But at the same time
my subconscious says '' go to sleep your fool,
he's not thinking of you ''
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