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Brumous Nov 3
Summer at your home;
thy embrace, warm.

Mondays of June,
those coffees with you
felt like love so true


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....must we?
are you,,
stuck in a dream?

-Br.
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listening to: chaos - polarrana

I don't know why I like to make the titles a part of poems but, it seems better that way.
Dreamscape

Without you, my dreamscapes are barren and cold.
With you, they are indescribably beautiful and joyous
Seventh part....
They had
once been here
before, beyond
the light years still
in the calm silence
of the dreamscape
of indigo and blue,
where came the
oceans of hearts
fracturing the
fabric of the
universe,
to create
and see none
other than
each other,
in the hour
of the midnight
realm, others
passing by
are silhouettes
in time and
ghosts painted
in their dream
of tidal eyes
upon each
other, wave  
on wave,
skin on skin,  
the breath
of one
vanishing
into the
voice of
a blue
butterfly
in soft
bloom,
tears
from the
stars
cascade
on the
lovers,
their
hands
in gentle
embrace,
rising to
the night
sky as
light
as the
dandelions
are returning
to the night,
as starseeds
of many,
twinkling
amidst the
the lovers,
whom are
adrift in
everything,
everything.
(Little note: I was inspired by the title of Nicola Yoon's book
for my title, it is a book I dearly love.)
Orakhal Oct 2020
as you wake to a dream
that's been sleeping
Grey May 2020
I’m
lost
in
a
world
existing
only
in
my
dreams
~♥~
5/22/2020
Julius Palacios Feb 2020
Once upon a time a long time ago in a land where no dreams were ever invoked.
A story teller and the wondrous in his mind was revealed as he finally spoke.
It all started when his face melted into his pillow and his body sunk deeply inside his bed.
He couldn't tell what was real or simply just a fantasy stuck inside his head.
Awakened in a land where anything and everything was possible.
The scenery was breath-taking and undeniable.
The beauty of it's landscape just blew his mind away.
So many profound words yet to describe that he needed to express and say.
He felt his body melting and dissolving and mixing and shifting into All four elements.
Earth into the solid state, water to liquid, air to gaseous and fire to plasma.
Molded and shaped he was Created into his best state, into a beautiful white diamond that never looked any brighter.
He had finally reached the endless points of creation.
Like traveling from every distant constellation.
A star that burned so bright yet a supernova just passing by.
The air was heavy to breathe he felt like his lungs were weak.
Like Inhaling fire yet exhaling desire. Now inspired by the way that his mind is wired.
The gravity was exhilarating and stuck in an unbalanced place.
His body just floated slowly in the midst of the night's air.
The moon light illuminated a fountain of life.
He wasn't too sure if he was ready enough to make a sacrifice.
Drink away or pretend and just lay there and stay.
He took a sip as the cold liquid touched the tip of his lips.
Now at last, Awakened from a bizarre dream. Present, future or past.
Just a beautiful Light that beamed gleamed and screamed in the darkest stream that lasts.
Black and white palette
Stringing words, pearls of wisdom
Bejewelled poetry
Justin Dec 2018
Dreamscape

Like I’m trapped in a dream
Nothing is as it may seem

Floating though this illusion some call life
Trying our best to avoid strife

Ignoring the chaos
Lurking beneath the surface

Mindlessly slipping out of reality
Deep, deep into insanity
Bansi Adroja Dec 2018
It's odd how much people change
old friends from childhood
feel like strangers
and you wonder
whatever happened to them

I have changed too
detached from myself in a way
it's almost uncomfortable
not feeling like me
like a dreamscape
it is almost somewhere safe
A Poem a Day: Disassociation 101
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