#forts
Andromedan castles
moat has little blue boats
servers are maidens joyed
white iris gardens
deep canyons
radars aimed
soft cadence
magnet minds
love balanced
Orion forts marbled
shining with platinum bands
armoured Galactics cruel
stone and steel makes head reel
bold barons
orlon vests
high pylons
canon shots
warring sons
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Nov 7, 2025
Nov 7, 2025 at 1:35 AM UTC
As a little girl
The world was so large
Within my tiny hands
I spent my childhood
Under the table
Peeking out
From my fort of tablecloths and blankets
The world transformed
Into fantasy worlds and bustling cities
Within my eyes
So young and so innocent
That I wanted to grow up
Now, I am standing
In the middle of this vast world
It grows exponentially with your expectations
Now, I just want to make sure I make it to bed
Before the first alarm hits
Some days I want to crawl back
Under the table
Peek out from my fortress
See those fantasy worlds
Filled with so much possibility
Before reality consumed me
To feel so small, but so fearless
To no longer be limited by the sky
Oct 1, 2020
Oct 1, 2020 at 1:47 AM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Soul Searching, Earth lurking,
Just mind your business , we're over here,
Bird chirping, commenting,
Keep talking **** , we can not hear,
This house , ain't a home in my eyes, there's so much to
Be discussed.
Not taking too much from the fort,
I gotta hold it down,
I plan to place this little heart in a jar for my
safe keeping.
Losing my lil sanity and calcifying fear away,
Too much to bare in this pile of flesh that I
could not be in this place, turn day to night
with just a flick, there is no escape...
Take a picture,
Make it last,
Might be your last to be on this earth,
Don't a menace,
Don't be in your feelings,
Worrying too much , they put aside their dealings,
Way too much healing.
Because I'm Losing my lil sanity and calcifying fear away,
Too much to bare in this pile of flesh that I
could not be in this place, turn day to night
with just a flick, there is no escape.
Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 11:51 AM UTC
Long wooden book shelf on the floor.
Open spaces filled with treasures
collected by my brother and three sisters.
Our toys lived there
that we all shared.
Made to last and so special.
Pots and pans hidden in
the corners of Mama's cupboards,
pulled out in excited anticipation
along with wooden spoons and
anything that would bang.
Our band in full swing, joyously loud.
Tables and scattered chairs
covered in blankets n' sheets,
created our own secret room.
Fabric walls secured by old books
Decorated comfy with pillows
from our beds
We were invisible to the world
Made it so easy to run away...
to our home away from home
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May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 7:14 PM UTC