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I close my eyes
to try to make it as dark as I can
to shut out the light from the hall
from the street lamp
from my alarm.
To make it as dark as the sky
that we lay beneath.
I re-populate the darkness with the pinpricks we know so well.
Would you give me permission
to do more than imagine,
to accompany you out to the open dark
of the plains and the mountain tops,
if only to spend the hours it takes to get there,
voices alight,
learning your favorite things,
and then hours under the stars
in awestruck silence?
Excited breathing. Buzzing. Elation.
A late and innocent night
on the edge of dawn.
I open my eyes
To the headache of the hall light,
the street lamp,
my blinking alarm.
Culled from a journal dated 7.3.17.
Lexi Oct 2017
Imagine something by your side
A haunting black abyss
It never leaves; it wants you dead
It will cease you to exist
Imagine it's your controller
The puppeteer with the strings
You have no soul; it ****** it dry
You're an angel without wings
Imagine its our only friend
A seeing eye into your core
You trust in it; it's all you know
You cannot remember a life before
Imagine it's your arch enemy
It disavows you to feel joy
It's your everything and your nothing
A nemesis you cannot destroy
Imagine being free of this entity
Where happiness is bound
But I don't dream of such things;
It's beyond my conception
I'm the lost and never found
fatin Oct 2017
are you home
will you open up the door
when i knock?

wish you're here
not just on my mind
nope, not just on my imagination
no.
not on the polaroid
that i stick on my wall
near to my bed
just so, i can sleep better at night

i wish you're home
that i'll be worry less
about you being away
that i have no longer to wear my sweater
just because
just because i have you
around at night

-f 831am oct 3rd
Anonymous Freak Sep 2017
If I had a coffee shop,
I'd call it The Lullaby.
There'd be sleepy yellow light,
And beer mugs full of
Iced tea.

I'd know all of the town
Gossip,
And hug the people who
Need it.
I'd have sandwiches
For rainy days,
And warm pastries
For snowy days,
And Potato salad
For hot days.

If I had a coffee shop,
Old men would sit at the bar,
Sipping their simple coffees,
And whining about the weather,
And the problems
With their cars.
If I had a coffee shop,
Old women would tell me
My cakes are made
The way their mothers used to
Make them,
And I'd serve them tea
In thriftstore
Missmatch teacups.

I'd fill my little Lullaby,
With work by unknown artists,
And strange trinkets I took
A fancy to,
And have books
About old actors,
And books meant to be
Read in a crowd
So you can imagine
The lives around you.

If I owned a coffee shop,
I'd play songs from musicals,
And garnish things
With mint leaves
And strawberries.
I'd have madalines
And my mother's coffee cake,
And her soup too.

If I had a coffee shop,
Maybe I could meet you.
Tija Hawkins Sep 2017
It sounded like a knock on the door, I answer it hoping that it was the being I have been wanting to see.
I guess it was just my unsteady imagination steadily waiting to see who I have been meaning, waiting, longing to see.
It played me. Dang.
The imagination can come up with a image that you can imagine that will take you throughout all the nations.
Imagination.
Picture in your head an image of a nation you always wanted to visit. It's so realistic so firm and so vivid.
But in a blink of an eye the nation you imaged was gone.
You're imagination played you once again.
Sike it said; don't be so quick to pull that trigger to escape from this wonderland.
Everything you see that may seem nice isn't good for you.
That's something you should've learned sitting around in your old neighborhood.
Don't be hoodwinked by this thing again.
Snap back into reality and renew your mind.
If you do that it's the only way you can be renewed from the inside.
Hristy Sep 2017
Come inside the boat of imagination
Don't put yourself on procrastination
Swim inside the matter of revelation
Don't put on the coat of jailed-nation

Fly away with the wings of faith
But don't be so late,
Walk amongst the blooming trail
But don't forget to write your tale
cait-cait Sep 2017
who was i
to you
?

on that blown up
leather couch
and streaky,
sheet-less
bed,

who was i
if not the person
i explained

and who were you
to
imagine me on
my knees
?

don't forget -
youll love me forever
,

that pretty girl
in gray and
blue
who couldve loved you
back :

and
don't forget -
you killed her.
the date i went on a while ago has traumatized me in a way i don't think ill recover from, everything hurts now.. and i just want my grandpa to die.
Mister J Sep 2017
You are a heartstopper
My heart in a cardiac arrest
Whenever you look at me

You are a breathtaker
My lungs gasping for air
Whenever you breathe near me

You are an anxiety
My attacks keep getting worse
Whenever you smile playfully

You are a disease
My body feels weaker
Whenever you touch me

You are a morning calm
My mind feels at ease
Whenever you appear before me

You are the wind
My hands can't feel or grasp
Whenever I try to catch you

You are a dream
A whispering spectre
Whenever I imagine you and me

You are a wish
Something that my heart wants badly
I hope our story becomes a reality
In muddy splashes and
closed shops with smells of lament,

the coconut trees with ghastly shadows
and the shores eager with lust,

in children devouring air and absence
of laughter,
separated lovers ******* someone else
without a guilt,

I slept through timelines
of remorse,guilt,happiness and
nothingness watching them,
remembering them,
understanding them,

to conjure an image
worth hallucination,
worth a wonder,
worth a moment,

today is the day,
I lessen my burden,
to you.
Arcassin B Aug 2017
By Arcassin Burnham


How can you be an overgrown unicorn running through a grass field just
to get to your achievements?
How you can be a being that's accepted by everybody and don't have any
enemies or crazed fanatics?
How can you live a normal decent life without the violence and corruption
on every corner you turn to?
How could you be a positive influence when everything you've done in the
past comes back to haunt you?
they don't wanna see you succeed,
they don't wanna see you achieve,
they don't wanna see you graduate,
they don't wanna see you educate,
they don't wanna see you build a company,
they don't wanna see you making money,
they don't wanna see you go to college,
they don't wanna see you have knowledge.
In The World that we all live in today . I Say **** Em Lets move on,
The doubts and cheap talk comes free to ignorant people,
most of you can't even write sentences,
when in doubt don't let words get you down,
In a country , if you are black , they put you down,
Art Imitates Reality , that's what a good friend just taught us
last year , i ain't saying no names,
Can't be silenced in a world where if you speak the truth,
you could expect to be aimed,
Freethinking all time , I can't be tamed,
Family issues in my own home , And I'm blamed,
Conditions come worse than expected in this life,
Hope your minds not too closed just to beat shame,
we all got problems that need be solved,
Negative people remember your name,
and it seems every year the property value goes up that's the real shame.
©abpoetry2017
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