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Mehtap Jan 2019
I sit across from you and let my imagination play it's game darling I need a fix

Behind your ear, down your neck and a couple cigarettes away from your lips

The small of your back is dying to be pulled closer to me a nervous giggle slips

Stroking your rists softer than a breeze sliding to the palm of your hand tight grips

I'll lose my mind in your smell my breath singing your name. a moon in full eclipse
Neo Montane Jan 2019
When it hits, it hits real hard they told me
Reality is cruel for a dreamer you see
It tell us we can never truly be that we wish to be
But still there are those who are willing to pay the fee

They dare to dream, to let their imagination run wild
They refuse to hold back or stop believing like a child
The know full well that reality is not too kind
They let in every positive vibe they can
find
They believe that those who preach reality are blind
So they continue dreaming, leaving the doubters behind

I for one have been told many a time to face reality
That it is only fitting so that I may survive in society
But I never really believed in formality
So I try to escape from reality, call it insanity

They told you to stop day dreaming and wishful thinking
Maybe that's the reason why your dreams are sinking
ms reluctance Jan 2019
plum skies,
velvet eyes,
a familiar tune on your lips.
at peace, finally,
joyous serenity
as we await the apocalypse.
Midge Jan 2019
memories
full of wonder
and light
filled my mind
and sense of sight
those were
the dreams
in my imagination
a whole new world
in another dimension
completely random
Wolf Dec 2018
How is it
That mere words
Create sounds
In our heads?
Zip
Thud
Plop
Gush
Clunk
Scrape
Warble
Twang
If you focus
Lend your ears
You can listen
To silent words
That truly resound
All around you
Snap crackle pop, this poem looks like a guitar.
XyL0S Jan 2019
When the time would come,
if ever
And against their judgement, I'll choose to flee
Don't run away.

Stay,
And I'll be quiet in the corner;
The visitor
Don't worry,
I won't ask
if there's room for another broken soul

We broken souls
harbor all the space
There is.

We broken souls
save home for a never.
XyLOS

04/11/2019
Akwana Wa Odera Jan 2019
All my life
My urges have been controlled by lust
You could say i was a player if you must
But it's my private affairs,
No need to put it out
But then i met this girl
Talking of love at first sight
Shining so bright
In my heart she was the light
Some say they had their hearts captured
In a box and threw away the key,
Mine was a different thing
She brought her own lock
And i swear i never saw the key!
I was hypnotized
I'm told love is blind
For real i couldn't see
It's like a dream dreamt with no sleep
She was the anchor to my ship
Docked far away at sea
All i saw or heard was she
I was blown away
Like pollen grains,
During pollination,
I glided through the air
With no intentions of touching down
Her voice... **** that sound
Charming sweet
Ravishing through my ears
Like that pleasant soft jazz music
Every time she speaks
Or calls out my name
With her I'm insane
But its ok
Because she's a type of perfect
I'd rather go crazy for
Her body features
Always up to date
No need for updates or body fixtures
A beauty only seen in pictures
Petite tall with hips curved
How could she not be loved?
This girl i met
Sad it was all in my head!

Akwana Wa Odera
@therealakwana
© 2018
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