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clementine Sep 2020
fairy floss skies and white beaches surrounded by azure seas, saw you with your charcoal hair blown by the wind. your muscular arms wrapped around me and kissed the tips of my fingers. your voice drew me like how a pollen draws a butterfly and said i'll be your forever horizon. then, someone once asked me why am i always lost in my cerulean reveries. i told them, perhaps, reality aches.

under the furls of wavering clouds, all i see is that untouched stare. untouched feeling of something magical. tried to reach you but suddenly you turned into a flurry of snow. snowflakes, just like dreams, beautiful but falls down and melts. i just want you to find me, to fill these gaps betwixt this void in my heart.

"but you're just a fantasy, a fruit of my imagination."
"but you're just a fantasy, a fruit of my imagination."
"but you're just a fantasy, a fruit of my imagination."

no more fantasies and no more lovesick daydreams, gotta face reality but i'm afraid. afraid to touch the tips of the authenticity of love. lost and confused. i don't know what to do. perhaps, i'm gonna let it come to me once again.

gently whispering enchanting spells to my dreamy ears, bringing me to the majestic feathery silk of flowers. putting me into a cavernous sweet slumber. yes, drown me again.

"you'll never be a forgotten reverie."
"you'll never be a forgotten reverie."
"you'll never be a forgotten reverie."
still lost
Aa Harvey Sep 2020
Astro-Nought


I never said I was dead.
I never claimed I was real.
I never saw you as a great.
I only tried to feel.


I couldn’t help you in space.
I’m way too far away from love.
I remember your tear-stained face.
I am giving up.


I never believed down there.
I never believed up here.
I never seemed to care.
I only saw what was never near.


I lived in my dreams.
I hid away from the world,
By floating off into a place of make believe.
Fantasy kept me alive when I wanted to be still.
Here, take my grief.


(C)2020 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Beulin S S Sep 2020
Come on my dreams;
Come on my world;
Enter into my dream land...


Drops of rain
Falls with umpteen colours...


Thunder sounds
Replaced with music...


Lightning beams
As colourful night light show...


Chubby clouds,
Helps to transport...


Billowing flowers
Cure pains with fragrance...


Yummy fruits;
Make to stay in youth...


My world is like fantasy;
Yeah, this is the world with no sickness...


My world has no discrimination...
Yet there is eternal happiness...


I'm staying in my world;
Because the real world has umpteen pains.


I wish, the real world with love...
Eternal happiness, with no borders...


Forget the painful world...
Enter my colourful world.
World with different colors
Seranaea Jones Sep 2020
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i want to reach up into a clear
night's sky and gently pick the
moon out from the darkness
between forefinger and thumb

but when ?
and what shape ??
such a chameleon !!!

shall i do this in a crescent
phase to see if the contour will
fit atop the periphery of my thumbnail

or perhaps wait for the full glory of
its radiance, to roll it between the
palms of my hands and feel the
illumination of it upon
the skin of my
cheeks
?

Yes

to feel the coarsen texture
of tiny mountains

and to see for myself
what lies upon its shy
hidden face

but as i reach skyward,
my intellection hesitates

watching how it confidently
sails with the stars—

having pulled it down from
its heavenly perch,

and

not knowing for certain
how to put it back...



"to hold a celestial being"
© 2020 by Seranaea Jones
all rights reserved
Norman Crane Sep 2020
The game is old
The tokens made of ice
From under folds of hooded cloaks
Flash the eyes of mice
But every thousand years
A human player appears
And in his hands
Our fate
               hangs
Like drops of blood
               on yellowed murine fangs
For it is said
By those long dead
That on the day he loses
We all melt away
We all melt away
Noma Osburn Sep 2020
Quote: Don't Let The Child Within You Die.

What is fantasy?
What I dream?
My imagination
Soaring on butterfly wings
Making believe,
I’m small as an ant
or as tall as a tree
A tiger with sharp teeth
Growling at
whoever I meet

A beautiful fairy
With magic dust
A gnome with feet all hairy
A song bird
Who sings only for me
A rabbit who smokes a pipe
An owl who gives advice
A handsome prince
In love with me
Sugar n spice

What is fantasy?
A rainbow with gold
Riding on fluffy clouds
Never growing old
Raindrops of sweet tea
Landing on
outstretched tongue
a yellow brick road
as far as the eye can see

my inner child,
a song needed sung
quote is prompt
Norman Crane Sep 2020
You and I canoe down neon waterfalls,
Smelling cinnamon and sinsemilla,
Through sockets cascading melted eyeballs,
Intermixed with honey and vanilla,
We push paddle towards combusting shores,
Cloaked in pellucid smoke and glimmer mist,
Black sky alive with buzzing glowbug spores,
We must inhale to know that we exist,
But what if the hazy vapor-stew's too thick,
Paddles stick: viscosity of time,
When the sporal secretions make us sick,
What will become of the horizon line,
Will it burn to charcoal reality
Or conjure us sublime finality?
Isaac Spencer Sep 2020
Atop the tower
     Stands
          A mage
     With storm in hand

And inside their mind
     Hell
          Glass, sand
     An empty sky

A clap of thunder
     Blinding
          Hot light
     With no remorse
Kaitlin Sep 2020
On nothing day
I talk to myself
And know myself
Better than I will tomorrow
Better tonight
Amongst a lifetime of clutter
Between childhood diaries
And what could be a clover field, in a dream,
where everything was the same but better
Like it is when I write it down
On soft paper, cream with a pressed flower
Folded in the seam.
Of course, I have never written on this soft paper,
And tonight, on nothing day,
I type with tired, uneasy fingers
On a screen too bright for midnight eyes.
And yet in all the nastiness and stickiness
The imperfections, oddities
The house spider webs,
Crooked paintings,
******* ants, crawling up my legs
Here, in nothing day,
I somehow know myself better
Than I will tomorrow.
Yesterday's reality is just tomorrow's fantasy, isn't it?
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