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Billie Marie Jan 18
I forgot who I was along the thread of lives that hold me here.
Now, I can begin to remember.
Now, I can call all the lost pieces back home.
They fly back, as if waiting – held in suspended animation –
until the right prayer is chanted, the right spell cast.
We call to each other, all the scattered fragments of this soul.
Even the ones that seemed to betray us.
We welcome them all again
with warm heart and wide, open arms.
The child shaman, the nurse,
the chamber maid, the *******,
the revolutionary, the teacher,
the old witch, the mother:
We see each other one
as the one we are also.
We are coming into oneness with what we are.
We are here. Finally, we are here.
12.4.2021
YReem619 Jan 15
The flickering candle and I,
Both alive without a good night's sleep,
Overwhelmed by the rapidity of my thoughts,
I am unable to stay peacefully still.

This time I had genuinely thought I loved,
Stains of something untamed marked my mind with thoughts of you,
Stuck me between your smile and your scent,
I don't know what happened.

I can't tell you when exactly it happened,
Something between loved and upset,
I was struck by your words,
Somewhere between awareness and carelessness.

Somewhere where trees are undressed,
Under the suns half exposure,
Cloudy grey other half,
Shadowing other trees.

One earth, two worlds playing,
And we flew through both,
Half shadowed and half exposed,
We just played.
Isaac Sep 2021
I'm grateful for my avatar
Functioning well, the odd scar
Often bored of my own skin
I visit worlds waiting within
Physical demands eventually disrupt
Noisy distractions persist, interrupt
When night falls they tend to refrain
Hours may pass, I still remain
Inside transcendental places
Meeting new n' familiar faces
My senses heightened
Existence enlivened
An economical holiday
Safe and far away
From all life's worries
And its incessant flurries
Experiencing new chapters
That my brain captures
Just like "actual" memories
Stored in my treasuries
I'm starting to realise
That each sunrise
Lights a world that I can
Explore as a man
Just as I do with glee
In Dreamland so free
The difference being
I'm no longer dreaming
Choices endure
So I like to ensure
My future gains
By this choice which remains
What choice do I mean?
The ever moving scene
The Present as they call it
You get to draw it
Your body the pencil
With so much potential
Constantly writing
Is the story exciting?
It's hard to know
But I'm keen to touch snow
Which I've done in Dreamland.
Just not in Queensland.
Nor any physical place.
I want to go to space.
Written 25 September 2021
nick armbrister Sep 2021
Little Globe
Grow me a planet
I want a moon
Followed by a Saturn
Real ones but small
To fit inside my pocket
Got my own worlds
In my palm
Raven Feels Jul 2021
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, feels=good ----- feelings=no good:(

the balance arises she points
illuminance not the right joint
like the sun overdosed in the sky
clouds disappear in the high
flipped worlds refraction in swords

in an instant speed
nightfall glitches in a scream
kiss the moon in a double tick
the fulls bright convincing a vision trick
save the day
in no way

spinal chords in the dark serenading the blue
but my colors drained from every single hue
the center of the system remains golden
confusion enlightens a feeling so broken
trapped the whole breathing
and my lungs are still bleeding


                                                                                    ------ravenfeels
mal frost Apr 2021
i was a poet from the start
a romantic at heart

where others saw, i dreamed
while many sought, i cleaned
my soul
from the sins and pains assigned to me from birth
for a half life of evil, i earned the right to search

and i found
myself.
Daisy Ashcroft Apr 2021
The number of worlds that exist
Just inside my mind
Is enough for someone to insist
That there is a mistake in my design.

They stir and they shake,
Yet nothing can compare
To when you smile for my sake
Or run a hand through your hair.

When I'm with you I feel
As if I'm in the imaginary;
I forget that it's real,
Not crafted by the words in me.

It's only when I think back,
When I am trying to sleep,
That I remember it's not mind crack;
That I might be in too deep.
Daisy Ashcroft Feb 2021
so many worlds
whisper
and i can't keep them at bay
now they're starting to get
bigger
and my words are only half
of what they want to say
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