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Odd Odyssey Poet Aug 2024
All are born to shine; I tread the earth with grace
Feeling the weight of sorrows, as life does trace  
In her embrace, I find both pieces of pain & care
Her silent whispers, weave a cloak, one so rare

As the walls, like rivers, tell of the shifts inside
An echoing pulse where my true self does bide
An unseen force tugs at my heart's deeper seam
In the soft, dark tear, I find all fears in a dream

A tempest stirs within my soul, a voice confined
Yearning to escape, to maybe soar, to be defined
Through trials faced, I’ve brushed away the grime
Preserving my spirit, as if its untouched by time.
Bekah Halle Aug 2024
Yesterday, I spent time with an elderly resident;
Jean, who is the ripe age of 103,
She has been dreaming of dead relatives,
And as she talked, her face shone with pure glee;
She'd spent the night communing in Heaven
Which brought her joy; the picture of eternity.
Twisting corridors,
doors unknown,
in this dreamscape,
I've flown,
aspirations to explore,
to be discovered, and
so much more.
A Fantasy coming
true of imaginations
are in store.
Just keep on wishing,
what are you waiting for???
A vision of true bliss,
awaits behind closed doors!!!!


B.R.
Date: 10/05/2023
Saleh Ben Saleh Aug 2024
Crystal teardrops,
and an angel's pearly smile,
a heart of solid gold,
a trail of a thousand mile.
A life of loving themes,
romantic rosy dreams.
Beauty that’s versatile,
and a healthy life style.
I am woman.

White veils and fairy tales,
silky paths and crowds that hail.
Kisses and cuddles,
and warm hugs,
sweet love potions,
in crystal mugs.
An abundance of love,
and a burning desire,
a passionate heart,
and a look of admire.
I am woman.

A broken heart and tears of grief,
a shattered soul,
a withered leaf.
Dark mornings and sleepless nights,
fruitless talks and endless fights.
Glasses of wine and painkillers,
words of hope from fortune tellers.
I am woman.

An honest man,
a faithful soul,
an elegant wedding,
in a lavish hall.
A dozen kids and warmer Springs,
and all the joy that life would bring.
An enduring mother with endless love,
a guarding angel,
a bliss from above.
I am woman.
Spelz Aug 2024
I spoke to her soul whilst I slept,

It told me some things...

It told me she settled, it told me her dreams

It told of regret, it spoke of love lost,
How she still had those feelings
Oh it spoke like a ghost!

the path she’d chosen, not that of ****** mary,
but alas tis a burden to know and to parry,
that the soul of one man, she continues to carry

Surely I couldn’t... you know, continue to love her,

So I asked her to leave and return to her
lover,

I give reverence to my dreams, for I’m a warrior there,

But I awake to my silence as I stare at her there...
neth jones Aug 2024
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i launch from within                                                           ­                   
      the critical business of sleep and dreamwork          
                                                   and into the pre-furnished day
mucus skin                                            
like the first gobbed up evolver   to get turfed up on the beaches
i let go the veils   of those true solving agents
the motions     those treasurable scenes
of bloom and swoon tidal theatre
                     they disperse
and i tough out a self applied                      
                                   ­        measured  and subservient routine
          a hasty and unrewarding approach to   'productive'  business  
                                                              it­ brings me distaste
but   cements me in shared society
passer bys throw up their greetings
                                and i heave 'hellos' in return
Lydia Aug 2024
I had a dream last night
and you were in it
I find it interesting the ones I remember
always involve you
just an interaction
it was a normal day at work
and then we got to talk
that was it
but I felt it even in that other dimension
as I walked away
that it was just
nice to see you
Isaace Aug 2024
Scattered across dawn: fragments of the Emerald Green;
Pictures of a distant past
In which I would sit with my rancid team:
My merry band of wandering schemes,
Whose ****** would evade the law with ease;
And we would lynch ******* there—
Their screams would linger in the stagnant air.

Now I do not miss the Emerald Green—
Where I would sit with my noble team—
I fantasise about the line now,
And how I can make amends for my violent dreams.
Jeremy Betts Jul 2024
Forever counting sheep,
Gotta be up to infinity
I'm sure though,
Any day now,
I'll get to see what my dreams might be

©2024
Jeremy Betts Jul 2024
No minds eye
No dream of a brighter night sky
No minds eye
Trouble seeing through most any lie
No minds eye
A lack of one inside but yet I still cry
Can't go face to face or eye to eye
How friggin' broken am I?

©2024
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Aphantasia
a·phan·ta·si·a
/ˌāˌfanˈtāzēə/
noun
the inability to form mental images of objects that are not present
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