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Kathleen M Jun 2018
i only miss you when i'm almost sleeping
and i have thought of you often tonight

how it used to feel sliding into the sheets at night
red tartan fleece won at your office Christmas party
the first thing that was ever ours
cold at first until you were beside me
barriers made between us by pillows
but our noses still touch in the darkness
my fingers hold the soft hair behind your ears
and i stare at you under northern lights
your eyes close and i wonder what you'll dream of tonight
and if i can save you from it if i have to
your warm breath in my face
i breathe it in like oxygen
filling my lungs with you
safe from beneath our comfort blanket

memories vivid like they were moments ago
visions fade and my eyes burn
i'm here alone in my own sheets
plain white and cotton
wondering how i survived this many nights without you
holding my breath
CLARYT May 2018
I wake in the night
to discover you're gone,
But the truth is you live
in my dreams before dawn,
You were never there really,
You're just so far away,
But we plan to bring life
to this dreaming one day,
When i hear you and see you
my heart truly leaps,
And i'm counting the days love,
Only 9 more sleeps........
(c)eileenmcgreevy@ymail.com 2018
yearning for a loved one.... lovely and horrid all at the same time..a work of fact
I felt it before he uttered it
The breath of undiluted love
Blowing away my fears and doubt
But leaving behind the scene of impossibilities

I knew it before it was denied
That some dreams are to be locked away
Despite the strong feelings
They are never coming to reality

Now that they are beyond reach
I nurse in my heart my blur daydreams
Hoping to go back in time
And make sure I lock away every possibility
some wishes, dreams and hopes would never come to pass, especially when you love the wrong one
Krysta May 2018
When a minute takes an hour
Does that hour spend the minute?

Sixty seconds, all life long
But gone in the blink of an instant.

Do you tip toe through times, of thoughts,
Wishing for some connection.

Clinging to the door frames,
dividing time and space.

One half here and one halfway back
you’re stretched in each direction.

Memories will swirl you up,
they’ll hurl you right where you want to be.

You skip from star to star,
Feet flat stones to the surface.

Grazing gently through your mind,
Reverie for misdirection.

Lost between the realms
of what ifs to be, and had beens that are.

Infinity floating undertow,
And reality flying in the wind.
Connor Apr 2018
Sometimes I just space out.
It feels like you're leaving your body
To travel far without fatigue.

To travel to surreal places
You think are only in your dreams
But are now standing before you.

I always have fun thinking about
What I would do in those places
And how I'd live my life there.

But there's always a dark corner
That becomes the black hole which
Drags me back to reality.

My fingernails scrape against the ground,
I'm screaming at the top of my lungs and
Flailing my limbs all around.

I cannot escape.

I let go at some point
And fall through the air
To find myself back in my skin.

I'll always visit my daydreams
From time to time, to escape
The prison that is reality.

However, I must stay in reality
For my friends whom I hold dear
And for the next episode of the
Great British Baking Show.
I love baking shows. <333
Ceyhun Mahi Apr 2018
This summer air carrying sweet perfumes,
Of the youths and lasses,
Coming off the elaborate costumes,
Of new fashion's masses.

The fair views are waiting to be captured,
Artist minds enraptured,
Into the bright spring  each camera zooms,
With transparent glasses.

All this curious and lovely asking,
A romantic setting,
Leading to melancholic, soothing glooms,
Who’re put in strange classes.

One glance was stretched into a reverie,
With bliss in memory,
Like sunbeams through thin curtains in dark rooms,
And slowly it passes.

Here summery embroidery's read,
Mâhî's line is his thread,
And his imagination is what blooms,
Pages are canvases.
I am a dreamer in the spring.
Dusk Apr 2018
I never think of you
No, that's not true.
I think of you all the time

When I'm listening to a song
A movie
Or a show
I wonder if you’d like it

When I’m just sitting
Sometimes, I wish
You were there with me
(So I could make you laugh)

When you don’t text for a while
I try not to worry
(it doesn’t work)
And I hope nothing is wrong.

I say I never think of you
Because there are no fantasies
Of us in a movie
As superheroes
Spies
Or rockstars

I don’t dream of what it will be like
In ten years
Fifteen
Or twenty

I am so enamored with
What we are right now
Who you are
How you’re changing

I don’t need what-ifs
Or dream worlds
When what I’m living
Is better than anything

That I could have ever
Made up
In my head
I wonder if she knows she's the only one I can write happy poetry for
Amanda Kay Burke Mar 2018
Fantasies falling, Reality is calling,
My world falls apart,
Daydreams spinning, this is the beginning,
Of one more broken heart.
The beginning to a longer poem, I don't know where the rest of it is though so here it is.
ilo Mar 2018
Sunbeams,
Kisses to my day dreams.
After thoughts on Romanticism.
Days passed,
Days I've wished had stayed present.
Sleeping eyes that open,
Smelling dew drops on a light breeze
Of that of a new morning,
And soon to come fresh rain,
Ready to be danced in.
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