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Abimael Jan 2016
I sink my soul in a bottle of wine,
to navigate in a non-existence reality
Were sadness is covered by red,
and my soul just float on it

float like a boat in the sky
float like heaven on earth
float like miracles in my head.

Everything is real because I believe so.
Everything is red just like the seas that I walk,
Just like the last kiss that we never had...
Ameerah Holliday Apr 2013
The seasons blended together still
as if i've fallen head first into a daydream.
But some nights,
i'd place our fate in the hands of a star,
and whisper words of forever.
Praying my answer was You.

There was enchantment in You.
Yet still,
I held little hope in our forever.
For what is wished for while dreaming,
is long lost amongst the stars
found only on the darkest of nights.  

My uncertainties were hidden in the shadows of the night
and clouded every thought of You.
But there, locked between the breath of two stars,
silent and still,
I chased away my dreams.
Convinced that nothing could last forever.

I am Alice now, and my rabbit hole leads into forever.
As mysterious as the night
so I close my eyes and dream.
And I am suddenly re-immersed in You.
As the hands that chase the day stand still
I am misplaced again, amongst the wishes lost in stars.

I have traveled through time, chased unknown stars
and stared into the face of forever.
But as my mind's portraits flashed by me, my life stood still.
For everything was overcome by the night
and all I could see was You.
Mirroring back at me all my hopes and dreams.

At first, I'd thought I was dreaming,
(creativity tends to flourish within the stars.)
But I could see it in You,
The smallest glimpse of forever,
Gleaming in your eyes late that night,
And I knew my faith held tightly still.

I am still immersed in the wishes of my dreams,
where the symphonies of night hold stars
that shine into forever, and are reflected back in You.
Copywrite 2013 Fall Aztec Literary Review, San Diego State University
Ambika Jois Nov 2015
I could stare away
Into the night sky
And find kazillions of dreamers
Like me
My heart says
No need for goodbyes
For dreamers are born
To be free
If I could dream of anything...
...Anything
I would dream it over and over again
I would dream of my someone special
My fellow dreamer and my best friend
My quixotic escape to dreamland is
Always a whimsical amusement park
I'm an angel resting on a blade
Of humorous impracticality
A blade that hurts reality
I'm the dreamer torn between
Smooth masculine angels with the wildest dreams

Reality can slit my wings,
Scorch my blackened feathers,
And manipulate my epicurean senses
But these lucid dreams
Cleanse my slate
A dreamer's fortitude is a gentle sigh
On the eyelids
John Archievald Gotera © 2015
Yesenia Acevedo Sep 2015
Hope escapes the sanity of subtle essence drifting in the wind...
long ago, fused to the memory of your love. Caressing a dark bitter heart abused by betrayal of familiar faces within beating life, mirroring its own. Corruption spews from those tender lips; releases its venom into rushing crimson. Clovers wilt at the sight of you, unaware your beauty is your confliction. What is a sight of beauty when morals lack, sprits tainted, Stars extinguished overtaken... by desire of ones own will to rewrite them against a higher beings will. Is it possible to rewrite stars? Is this destiny to deny a dream dreamed sweetly amongst the clouds an plucked for an instant the light rendered pure...  manifesting darkness at ever turn? In the end, does the love I feel no matter how true really worth the heartache caused upon myself reflecting onto them?  Shall I end this? Do I continue such a darkened path with no ending in sight.  I crave these rusty chains turn to dust or the life drained from me.


Yesenia Acevedo
Amenisia Lopez Aug 2015
i am in love with the city lights*
i love how they illuminate the faces of countless dreamers
i love the way the city shines like the billions of stars in the sky
i love that they light me up inside and make me feel alive
i love that to me they feel like opportunities telling me what is possible
i love that they remind me of the possibility of the impossible
i love the millions of fireworks that ignite in my heart when i see them
to me they symbolize dreams, heart's desires and holy grails
some people say they are just artificial, others say they waste energy
*that maybe true, but right now they are just as beautiful as stars to me
Graff1980 Jun 2015
They took my songs
They took my books
Tried to steal my dreams
To make me like them
But they missed a fragment
Barely a seedling
And left the earth
A fertile foundation
For a new imagination
Nation
I watered it and let it grow
Let it go
And now I know
It is beautiful
And beyond their corporate control
MsAmendable Jun 2015
The night whispers
Things the stars told them
Lines of truth to sound like ink
And stolen murmers, he didn't think
That, for all their wisdom, stars
Have wild mischief in their hearts
And oh, the things they make you dream
But still, all things I'm glad I've seen
But night soon grows too weary and old
And the stars fade in shining gold
Before night can tell me what he's told
From the stars who live so silver-bright
And so good morning, and goodnight
Once in my Universe
All the things were
Missed

I was Created
By God's Will
Forth intact

Fulfiled with an innocent fleur
I Created Playful
Bountiful Place

All the joys and sorrows
Were Missed

There was The
Abundance

There was a light laughter
Of ignorance
Of hardly recognizible indifference
Of not knowing Poles are Axed
Of vague rememberance
Of  
Which is          Arctica
Which is          Antarctica
And how to go there                                  Magic W. . . .
Yet I had a technicue to reach a central core of Divinity
Yet I've heard about Shangrila and
Yeti
&
Yaks portruding with knited chimes
With wide reasonable heads watching
Extremly enchanting Dragons floating
Effortelessly alluring to the beholder's
Navigation
By The Cloud
By The Thunder
By Resonance
By Imagination
       Coming True
  The Child
Butterflies were landing on my arms
And I was a Mighty Director
Of my Dreamland  Dying
With every second
Not knowing
Imagined by
Impeccable Space
Poetess Dreaming
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