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Phia Dec 14
And as I tumble through the pages
Of my favorite books,
I fantasize of a better place;
Of a life that isn’t mine;
One where I am courageous
And strong
And unbreakable.
I fantasize of a place
Where I am the heroine
Instead of the villain
In my own story.
I fantasize of this place
And pray for that world to swallow me whole
Zoe taylor Dec 12
Oh, Moon vine,
Always sleeping where you bud.
I knew you couldn't wake,
Too lost in your fantasy's of pallid dittany's.

Do you wish to be stirred one day,
Or would you prefer to dream forever?
To chase the void in longing disparity,
To live in your own mind eternally?

When you wilt do you think, Moon vine,
You'll keep dreaming?
Up for interpretation, I'd love to hear how you personally see this poem, no wrong answers
Raven Dec 1
I live in my own secret world

I think of things that I know are just a fantasy
I often imagine a different reality

I imagine a reality where me and you lasted
Where I didn’t flee from my feelings
And they weren't just blasted away
By my insecurities

I imagine a reality where I get to see you smile
And laugh
Every single day

I imagine a reality where your existence makes my day
And you make me consistently feel okay

I often imagine this reality
Maybe a few times a month
Because I try not to get too lost
Too caught up
In such a fantasy
Because then my feeling may overflow
More than they already do

I know you don't think of this fantasy world
This fake reality
Because I know I hurt you beyond trust
Beyond repair
So I just wish that maybe you'll consider a friendship

But you never do
Because you hate you
And you want me to

But I'll never hate you
And I never have
Because you live in my heart
In my mind
And in my soul
And I don't think I'll ever be able to
Just let these feelings go
Dec/22/2020
Jeremy Betts Dec 1
I close my eyes
A feeble attempt to get back to a dream
I realize
It's ridiculous to chase one particular theme
Too many tries
With no mind paid to what it could mean
I fantasize
But fantasies have a misleading gleam
The crystal ball lies
It's all a regurgitated, outdated scheme
My reality cries
But it's better than when it use to scream

©2024
Snow red fox Nov 25
I lay on the floor, feeling the chore  
Of living creeping up through a poisonous door  
That leads to a future that’s already gone.  
Whatever have I done with my life,  
Except letting the dope flow down my dome?

Foam crawls from my mouth as the door rolls down,  
Pink elephants are drumming, parading wide open.  
Stars are shining as they are crying.
And the clock is ticking deeply down my aching mind.

The whole world spins, foam gushing out, the stars are begging and the clock is killing.
Shades of pink like cotton candy swirling about.

I pry open my veins, blue liquid drops  
Mixing with cotton candy as the drumming fades.  
Why do I twist and turn my veins inside out,  
Trying to fit them into the right place?
Someone needs to take my dome away before I break the stars eyes into shreds to stop the cries
JoyBoy Nov 23
Finally.
A place to rest my corpse decrepit,
Decomposition be so rapid,
My ribs are slowly penetrating
Convulsing chest.

The foul smell of gruesome fossil
Which I'm becoming, strikes my nostrils.
I try to sit, my spine collapses.
It wasn't meant to last as axis.

My blood runs dry as fast as spirits.
Evaporating, I can hear it.
As long as I remain on this plane,
I'm cursed to go through all of this pain.

I've given up on my own carcass.
My body's but a fleeting mass
Of flesh, and bone, and vivid liquid
And weird thought, and foul gas.

I quit. I'm out. I have quitten.

But in the land of sense forbidden
There is a treasure that I've hidden
And there you take, forever beating,
My burning heart, to ever last!


Obviously, not Poe. But it came to me by itself, on the run, practically exactly the same way I publish it (since redacted). Feels like I must.
JoyBoy Nov 23
I've dipped my brain into arcane,
The power from another agent.
The power to become a saint,
Such sanity begets contagion.

My mind is split across the planar,
I see beyond what has transpired,
No fear, or smear, or peers to cheer with.
I see the end, and it is near.
My friend, I knew that you would come.
This work we've done, it led us down this path.
Our minds were one, our paths were some,
We reached too high and turned awrath.
I stand above, yet still you lurk,
I have become a perfect being.
My mind is flawless magic clockwerk,
I am a part of everything.

And in a single hurricane
No vain, no gain, no strain, no pain.

The world has gone. The puppetmaster
I have become and raised disaster.

I won. In victory- defeated,
Mistaken was in chosen path.
I see you, friend from world we lived in
And giveth you this sacred chance.

A genius that is mistaken
Is dangerous, but lies therein
A chance for mind to reawaken
From its misguided faulty dream.
A genius is but a starter
That still may choose a stupid path.
It's wisdom, friend, that makes us smarter,
Not knowledge of unclear past.

The world will end, I send you inwards,
In loop that threatens to unwind
With you, my friend, becoming victor;
Forgive shortsightedness of mine.
Our understanding was... distorted.
We stand together, now- as equals,
Our brotherhood, once more, restored,
We stare into the vast abyss.
When deed is done, I'll wait you here,
We've got so much we've to discuss
Before we get to disappear
Into the void amidst the stars.

I hope there'll be a variation
Of us within these mystic planes
To wisely propagate creation
And get to understand arcane.
Shlok kumar Nov 23
Oh, my love, your intoxicating eyes,
Like lotus flowers, your lips, a treasure to the skies.
Your waist, a velvet lotus, your voice, a cuckoo's call,
Leaves me breathless, and in heaven's thrall.
Show me your mercy, give me your soul,
Take me away from Satan's door, make me whole.
Oh, my love, my goddess, my peace, my heart,
Return to me, give me the ****** wine of heaven's art.
Five decades have passed, yet nothing's changed,
Except the wounds, the heartache, the pain.
I'm dying tonight, show me heaven's sight,
My love, don't be cruel, come back to me, and make it right.
Don't be so harsh with me, my love, it's strange to see,
You're shining bright, but your heart is lost in misery.
Come back to me, let's start anew,
Everything here is temporary, it's all just a view.
Oh, my love, don't create such a colorful world,
This is for courtesans, who sell their beauty for a few coins to unfurl.
You're only interested in colorful pleasures and ***,
But in the end, you'll come with me, and you'll need my love, I expect.
Your body will wither away, your desires will cease,
And in the end, all you'll need is love, a love that brings release.
A love that's not physical, but mental, a love that's kind,
A love that understands joy and sorrow, a love that's one of a kind.
Years have passed, and you're still beautiful, a sight to see,
But you're no longer interested in physical love, it's not for thee.
You're only drinking wine, and smoking cigars, your addiction's grown,
You're helpless, my love, but I'll be waiting for you, alone.
You're dividing your earnings into two parts, one for your addiction, one for your
savings,
This is your daily routine, my love, your life's enslaving.
You're a courtesan, my love, a beauty, a treasure to behold,
But in society's eyes, you're just a *** worker, your life's grown cold.
You wake up in the morning, drunk, and lost, and alone,
In the evening, you sell your body, and count the cost, the pain you've known.
But I know, my love, that you're more than just a shell,
You're a beautiful soul, trapped in a world that's hell.
Your addiction's blinded everyone, but I can see,
The real you, my love, the beauty that's meant to be.
You're a shining star, my love, a light in the night,
A love that's pure, a love that's right.
This poem expresses a person's deep feelings towards their lover. The poet describes their lover's beauty, charm, and allure, but also highlights their miserable condition and social status. Through the poem, the poet appeals to their lover to change their current lifestyle and improve their life. The poet tries to make their lover understand that the life they are living is destroying them and that they need to change their life.
The poet has included various themes in the poem, such as love, beauty, charm, misery, and social status. The language of the poem is beautiful, attractive, and emotional, which attracts readers and helps them understand the meaning and emotions of the poem.
This poem is a heartfelt appeal to the lover to change their ways and improve their life, and it highlights the poet's deep feelings and concerns for their lover's well-being.
Jeremy Betts Nov 23
"Life's about the journey
Not the destination"
Well pardon me
But I have a question,
What if the journey
Isn't worth the destination?
Follow me
Maybe somewhere in here is a lesson
...
The finish line is a dreamy fantasy
It has to be
Because the in-between
Of point A and point B
Has almost killed plenty
Literally a step away
From creating
A new ending
To a journey
No one would want to remember
Much less mention
One with no connection
To the original destination
Now not worth the journey

©2024
Or something like that.....,
Ariannah Nov 20
Dreaming about you almost every night
Forgot about my ex love, and last time I cried
I think I'd be ok in my own fantasy world
Cause they won't be able to even say a word
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