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Glass May 19
the crystal faith you praise
is fractured with dysphoria
that two years from now you won't be able to distinguish my beauty
and we'll fall apart into
a open concept of bigger questions (hydroxide pause) and then my scenery
will be vivid and fluently spoken towards repeated
images and small - town secrets
of surprise but tomorrow isn't sunny,
the damage
has already begun

- G
For those who already don't know my poetry is published on Border Grey Magazine. Please Check it out! http://greybordersmagazine.jigsy.com/issues
Begin the beguilement
Under neon banners
The clouded sentiment
Of pious tanners
The teardrop streets
Country potions
Here, sleep cuts deep
Through lonesome commotion

You hear before you
The furrowed wind
Marches in blue
With knotted fins
Walls of turquoise
A bygone room
Rose-headed boys
And marquee tombs

Jaded headmaster
Writes on alabaster
A careful brass scope
On the charms of their hope
Ilonka Apr 27
I divide the sky into pieces
and I get my piece of blue
when the sun is crying that he can not see you,
a sheaf of unrelenting reveries
driven by my anxious soul
stop on my warm lips,
await your crying call
that is lost at the gate of my loneliness,
~
the yellow tulip from my glass vase
is wondering where the ants are that were keeping her company
in the garden where she lived her childhood,
the present becomes suffocating,
I prefer to escape again in vivid dreams,
~
spring kisses my cheeks
I am sinking in lust again
my eyes seek the love of dandelions,
I am flirting with the darkness that floods my room
and ****** my naked body,
my nightgown looks for the lost buttons,
ripped away by the craving of the stars...
~
my heart dances in the ocean of heavens
drops of love are falling
in a sublte way perceived only by me.
I love to dream with my eyes open:)
Sara Kellie Mar 17
In life,
not all is as it seems

said me . . ,
. . . . to me

whilst chatting in a dream.

Poetry by Kaydee.
That poem you write when you dream vivid dreams.
gabrielle Mar 17
t h i n k   t h r o u g h   v i v i d
g l a s s e s
a l t h o u g h   i t   b r e a k s
a n d   s h a t t e r
i t   i s   c l e a r   w i t h o u t
a n y   w h e t h e r
fact 7 - i am still a frustrated poet
Black and white
Striped in patterns over my life
Never grey
Never green
Never red
But always new

Black and white
These words that make me tired
Experienced in vivid contrast
In forests
In concrete
In health and wellness

Iron and treasure
Painted by the rain
To rust
To nothing
To be buried under words and houses

Black and white over again
Midge Jan 21
Memories
Such wonderful ones
I can never forget them
Colors of the spectrum
Started to burst
in the sky
As you came into my life
It all seemed real
Sweet and true

But time has come
To blow it away
Back to the land
Of broken dreams
And hopes
For it remains
A memory
Randomly made, please do not judge
Guðrið Jan 21
yesterday
myself and they
strolled up the path to Neverland

and in a shallow grave
myself and some of they
found rest and space to pray

myself and some of they
on stones and grass and hay
and glory’s way
Midge Jan 20
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
Today I am drowning
In a sea of thoughts
An ocean of 'If only's
That last night have brought

I wish you were here
Lying right by my side
But I know that's impossible
For with my sleep you die

Your beauty is unmatched
Your voice, music I hear
Your perfection is fitting
As it's wholly unreal

That's why at night
I always want to scream
Because I'll see you
But in the end...

You're just a dream.
About an actual dream I had, of someone I'd never met in my life. It was too vivid, it left me stunned when I woke up. I couldn't go to sleep again until I finished this.
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