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Cardboard-Jones Jun 2019
I am haunted by the dream;
The dream that dreams of me.
The dream where I saw all of me
And all I could ever be.
Although we went our separate ways
A nagging thought stays;
Could it be I have not seen the last of me?

What if one decides
He’d rather have my life?
What if my demise
Will make them feel more alive?

They want to take what I have earned.
Yes, that must be so.
But when they shall stake their claim?
That I do not know.
They’ll come with knives, they’ll come with fire.
They’ll come with guns and rope.
They’ll come with poison, they’ll come with bats.
They’ll come with prayers and hope.

I have become my worst enemy.
Me, me, me….
Which is the real me?
Anastasia Jun 2019
Watch a night
With memories like stones in my stomach
Flashing lights
Of a police car as I leave
Stars dimmed
By ink-soaked clouds
You're different
Than before
Better
Confusion
Sinking into my brain
Is it you?
Or someone
Greater?
Infinite impossibilities
Stretch across my head
Blood
Drips across my lips
From biting too hard
Miles to go
Before I get home
wrote this last night. why do you keep coming back in my life when you don't even want to
thesa Jun 2019
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i kissed your smile
and for that one, sweet second
i swear we were infinite
Daisy Hemlock Jun 2019
my poems are so good that they're bad. they are infinitely deep and meaningful and therefore don't mean anything at all.
Abbas Dedanwala Jun 2019
As the sand and the stars
That we are born from
Seep away from our skins,
And stain the sheets we sleep within,

staining them blue, and gold, and silver,
And all of the colours
of the galaxies
That we’ve seen

We embrace to call them back.
And you wrap your shine over mine as
The infinite flows back into
Us coalescing into one finite universe.

Larger, more beautiful,
More full of life and love and vigor
Than any we have ever seen before.  
That my love, is for you and you alone.
Would the boundary of day and night
be determined by the worlds or the words?
Could spin gifts us fascinating sunrises,
and a starlit nightsky filled with great glory?
Seen and unseen,
fantasy and reality all kept from interfering with one another by complex mechanisms and borders, orderly structured with a boundary to another's heart.
However it is crossed by emotions.
And emotions dynamics,
which can be subtle, sour, pure,paranoid  
or spicily excruciating.
Would phantoms of the past convey your memories?
The boundary of Infinite problems setting a long gone corrupt judgement;
Should we know the meaning of eternity where you were.
And if you are no longer there,
such the serenity of silence rules over this deserted border.
The border of infinite settings,
selections of consciousness or unconsciousness worlds.
Re: A fantasy boundary pieces
Lake May 2019
a picture perfect dreamscape
somewhere for me to escape
away from the daily nightmares
where there's no one to care

i'll dream about a garden
maybe i'll play a martian
it's like i'm back with my toys
but i'm no longer a boy

i wish i could let myself grow
but i'm too scared to let myself go
dangling on a cliff without a rope
is this how it feels to lose all hope

the world in my head is infinite
but i know that i'm still limited
by my own demons, i'm hesitating
we're all wearing makeup
but mine is flaking
frankly i'm shaking
cause maybe i don't wanna wake up

and after all this time
can my life finally be mine
i've missed all the ******* signs
i'm surprised i haven't been left behind

so here i stand with you
the one part i could never lose
is it me or you that's hanging on
some day it'll all be gone
and i'll be alone again
and we'll go back
to where it all began
annh May 2019
Together we melted,
Slower than ice cream but faster than chocolate,
Into a confection of infinite sweetness.

Tell me, how did it all turn to custard?

‘It was the best first kiss in the history of first kisses. It was as sweet as sugar. And it was warm, as warm as pie.’
- Sarah Addison Allen, The Sugar Queen
Your love is like the horizon,
perceived no matter where I stand,
unclear which world that it lies in,
in and beyond my outstretched hand.

Your love is like that distant line
where heaven meets the earthly plane,
the beginning of my sunshine
that bounds a limitless domain.

Your love is like the horizon,
connected wherever I go,
comfort I idealize in,
the only constant that I know.

Your love is like that distant line
that never will recede from view.
Surrounding me and only mine,
I’m there in the center of you.
(C) 2019 Daniel H. Shulman
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