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Javaria Waseem Aug 2014
I can't remember you clearly.
All those memories are fading away
Like the ripples in the water disappear
As they reach the shore.

Today I am asking myself,
Were you even real
Or just a figment of my imagination?
I don't know anymore.
Emmy Jun 2014
Her eyes glistened as she read those words,
A perfect world with no depressing sorrow or tears that blurred.
No one to tell her to snap out of her daydream,
No one to say go tidy up and clean.
For reading about her utopia made her skin tingle with desire,
But even those who wander cannot always have what they admire.
-Emmy
Gladys P May 2014
A poets muse, is like an artistic drawing or orchestra,
Sending one, to places of fantasies and dreams,
A night out of town, a destination, a romance,
A priceless nature setting, among other things,
Taking flight in wings.

Visualizing in silence,
Beyond what others see,
Seeking with desire and passion,
An ambience far from reach,
Into a forbidden site, within the soothing sea.
I awoke at 1 AM
And had no reason why.
Perhaps my dreams were torn from me
And with them my sleep so shy.

Maybe my mind could sense that I
Had gotten three emails so far
And maybe I wanted to see if one
Would make or break my heart.

It wasn't there. But it could arrive
If I stayed awake but ten more minutes;
I read the ones that I had received
But felt no spark of interest.

I wondered again why I'd woken late
In the bowels of the night;
Maybe somewhere in this world
Someone special gained their sight.

Yesterday someone's ears were ringing
And their friend said, You know what that means—
Someone's talking about you, girl

And I wonder if this is the same.

If I'm awake because someone's dreaming,
And I'm awake in their dream,
I know it's not the one I dreamed of
Unless in school he's fallen asleep.

Maybe the planet was calling out
And only I could hear them;
Maybe the world begins to turn
One notch faster at 1 AM.
Caitie Apr 2014
I don't think there's anything in this world more comforting than you. More whirling and more excessively beautiful than your soul and your love.

The way my chest sinks when you pick a fight and I know that I **** up once again.

When you say its not important or it doesn't matter when we know **** well you'd sell your soul to get me on board.

How you press your lips together and bite your tongue with every lick of anger. Because you know how draining it is; internally fighting with yourself.

How you think you're not cute, and how I oppose to your negative thoughts. the way you see yourself is completely different from how we see you.

If you ever for a second thought that I was in betrayal of your love, the hounds were released and all is doomed to hell.

I know you care. Its so difficult not to hurt I wish you knew how loyalty surges through my veins and reminds me how good I have it with you.

I refuse. ******* refuse to let you down. and let you feel like you're not the only one. Not worthy enough, and yet again make you upset. I don't have the heart for it.

Don't you dare yell at me, you're way too cute when you do. Don't you dare make me want to kiss you, and just stare for hours into those gleaming eyes of yours.

You are everything. you don't know it. but you are, and you refuse to let yourself believe in it. but it's the truth. you're the world in a bundle of undivided love. and you know what? *i love you
smarak93 Apr 2014
lets dip our hands into our fantasies
and paint our sins on each other
Erin Hankemeier Apr 2014
Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation.
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination
Silently the senses abandon their defences...

Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendour.
Grasp it, sense it tremulous and tender.
Turn your face away from the garish light of day,
Turn your face away from cold, unfeeling light -
and listen to the music of the night...

Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams!
Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before!
Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar!
And you'll live as you've never lived before.

Softly, deftly, music shall caress you.
Hear it, feel it, secretly possess you.
Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind,
in this darkness which you know you cannot fight
the darkness of the music of the night.

Let your mind start a journey through a strange, new world!
Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before!
Let your soul take you where you long to be!
Only then can you belong to me.

Floating, falling, sweet intoxication!
Touch me, trust me, savour each sensation!
Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in,
To the harmony which dreams alone can write,
The power of the music of the night!

You alone can make my song take flight,
Help me make the music of the night.
Music Of The Night from Phantom Of The Opera is an extremely mesmerizing piece. Everybody has their own perspective of this song, but to me, the singer is feeling immense love for another person. He sings about sensations, imagination, splendors, tenderness, fantasies, a new world, harmony. He asks his love to help him make music of the night.
Everybody has their own perspective of this song, but I believe this song is an immensely exquisite piece that everybody should feel in their soul.

If you want to listen to it, look on Youtube. I, personally, believe the best version is by Andrew Lloyd Webber.
suicidalsmiles Apr 2014
My life is now my delusion,
A world made of fantasies.
Happiness is no longer the illusion,
My life is my new disease.

No longer waiting to see what happens,
No more waiting on fate.
I will decide where it all ends,
I will show you all my hate.

You claim to be full of anger,
You spread nothing but lies.
Your time in my mind is in danger,
For you are whom I truly despise.

The look in your eyes is hard to handle,
It's almost something to be feared.
Is this true or just another scandal?
Where is your face--just mine I see mirrored.
done with the world, hbu?

— The End —