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Simon Soane Aug 2019
Auntie Viv,
vividly
you’ll always be.
Olivia Henkel Jul 2019
Colors suspend to saturate enclosed walls

a quick tuning occurs

adjustments towards expansion takes place
Meruem Jul 2019
Grey skies, something's brewing up.
At home, come what may.
So do what you gotta do, love.
I guess we weren't here to stay.
July 3, 2019 - 13:34, Grey and Yellow Beads

My fat ***, craving for some Wintermelon Milktea, and my "To Infinity" playlist. Maybe you just didn't wore your bracelet that much?
Ilonka Apr 2019
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 2019
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 2019
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
Midge Jan 2019
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
G Jan 2019
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
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