#imaginative
I slip down the looping slopes of your curly hair.
Just when I think I'll stop,
the curve of your scented mane flips me upside down.
I shout with happiness, like a child in an amusent park.
I walk, I roam, I run-
I travel through every path of your soft, black hair.
And when the ride ends, I'm already crazy to slip again.
Jul 9, 2025
Jul 9, 2025 at 5:32 PM UTC
What despair, this bleak existence causes
In pain and suffering unending
With no escape and no forbearance
How does one cope with immortality
And the inability to cease
What recourse, as empathy bleeds
From every attempted connection
Lost or denied, broken or abandoned
Like the innocence of childhood
As hope fades into hurt and love turns to ash
And the taste of dust consumes all
What divine punishment is this
What curse is laid upon the ******
To cause such immeasurable torment
Rage at the chains that bind life and soul to flesh and bone
Who holds the lit flame to burn the world to the ground
Or to cast light onto the blighted and reviled
If there is no finality and no surcease
When does time become irrelevant
As seconds and epochs are ones in the same
Is there no why, no how
To combat such strife
To bear conflict to the oppression of reality
Is a fools errand, a childish whimsy
Beaten down and shattered upon the indifferent earth
No warmth can ward off the chill of eternity
Peace, serenity, passion, and ambition are lies
Told to distract the youth from
The truth of what is to come
Falsehoods and fabrications woven
Into tapestries of feigned glory and imagined pride
As the stars flicker and sniff out
Does ever the watcher still ache
For what was and what could have been
Know now that this neither fate nor destiny
It just is, as the lonely tide washes away
All that was known and all that was
Until all that remains is solitude and tears
That never fall and never leak
They might even be a myth
For none, but one, will ever know the truth
Remorse and fear long since missing
Where does infinity begin to lose meaning
The vessel, now empty, floats on currents invisible
No attachment lies unbroken
As inevitable betrayals follow the pale rider
And the boatman beckons all, save for the solitary figure
Trapped and bound to witness beyond the end of all things
Can this pact not be negated, is it profane to desire escape
No answer can be found, for the question is, like all else
Meaningless
As sanity collapses, like a wave upon the shore
As breath is stolen by the void
Is the weight of apathy a burden or a boon
Torturous promises lay rent asunder
And the towering rise of once quenched thirst for joy topples
Can emptiness be it's own reward
Apr 4, 2025
Apr 4, 2025 at 3:47 AM UTC
Your lush green eyes filled with maroon
Oh, my is it a dream that I always, have you?
Waking up by your side, with your lingering scent
Citrus with a crust of ocean in it
I have loved you forever and always
be mine my beloved in this lapse
until the twist of fate intervenes
let me be the only fool to have your hand
forever and always be mine
Jan 1, 2025
Jan 1, 2025 at 8:47 AM UTC
The DREAMER that DREAMS, and
that likes to EXPLORE,
INSPIRATION of IMAGINATIONS,
as to an EAGLE THAT SOARS,
The VISIONARY CAN IMAGINE
WHAT IS IN STORE
of the FUTURISTIC THINGS, and
so MUCH MORE
They SIT and they WONDER,
what is to become,
as they continue to IMAGINE,
What is UNDER THE SUN,
Hoping ONE DAY,
as well as it SEEMS,
Their VISIONS would COME TRUE
for ALL TO SEE!!!!
B.R.
Date: 9/9/2024
Sep 9, 2024
Sep 9, 2024 at 7:19 PM UTC
Nothing can rise
Beyond the clouds in the skies
As long as we demoralize
Every imaginative spirit that tries
©2024
Jun 5, 2024
Jun 5, 2024 at 8:56 PM UTC
I close my eyes
To visualize
A romanticized
Big picture prize
Then realize
To my surprise
It's all been lies
And I have to comfort my soul as it cries
©2024
Jun 5, 2024
Jun 5, 2024 at 6:27 PM UTC
Should Andromeda collapse / Hammering hydrogen entraps
Cresting waves of burnished light / Whitecaps in the endless night
Fly apart with gentle violence / Into eternity of silence
Jun 19, 2023
Jun 19, 2023 at 5:04 AM UTC
You are the contrast between the sun and its midday shadow
The quiet soul with the pulse of a deer caught in headlights
You carry your words in your throat, your thoughts in your heart
You feel like a wrecking ball waiting to be swung
But you are a reckless force, a mountain that never cries
You string the laughs of those closest to you to wear as bracelets in your worst of times
You dwell on the insignificant things because that’s where you divide
You are the east and the west meeting at a central line
You are here in the present surrounded by people
You tell stories and you listen, you laugh and you embrace
But your head is in the clouds somewhere far away
And you look towards the windows to remember who you are
You’re struggling to be present because you’re already somewhere far
May 26, 2020
May 26, 2020 at 6:20 PM UTC
He was a Daytime Wind-howler all covered in shrouds of grief
She was a Sunset Nightingale with pink and golden wreaths
Upon her head with hair so dark
It made one feign to weep
She held out hands of magic pearls and wiped his tears asunder
The fragile mess lay in her lap
The pale sky switched to thunder
She wasn’t bothered by his past
She’d sail on any ship
She’d fall in love real fast
Staring deep into majestic mirrors
She’d take on any form
If not for howler’s poison kiss,
She’d run right straight inside the storm
But for him, there were thorns everywhere
Blanketing the mother earth; the sky, the sea, the air
From whence he came nobody knows, but Daytime Wind-howler howls and howls and growls
Lets his teeth show
While Sunset Nightingale sings her love
Of daffodils and peppermint groves
Until the day when such grave laments
should
be
let
go
Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 9:17 PM UTC
Gravity is precious
The air we breathe is wine
If you think the stars are joking, you’ve already lost your mind
Brave child
Why are you all-a-weep?
The huntress shall return
Meek and mild
I know you watch me sleep
Cities are gonna burn
But what a careless thought
Such a crown of thorns
When we all can be sold and bought
We’ll hear the bell that warns
Gonna March right outta this town
To the woods
To the thicket
To the marsh
To the groves
Gonna live underground
Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 9:13 PM UTC
Blue agate in my soul
Crushed to pieces
By jaded crows
They gain strength by wrecking me
My body
Made of feathers of the softest, most delicate kind
My memory
Made of fire that would burn a thousand men
But still I am weak
But still I cannot cry
And yet I can speak
Be still you wicked lie
Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 9:05 PM UTC
Sacred writing on the bathroom wall
Makes me think of brighter days
Of Summer then Fall
Kitchen blessings by tweeting birds
As I wake up from my slumbering state
Daughters in the hallway
Singing praises to the cat
When will the daisies show-up to make the daffodils smile?
All this I hold dear to my heart
Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 9:04 PM UTC
The whole earth
Is drenched in pearls
That glisten
Like the glitter on a winged cherub
The universe, in its entirety
Is bathed in a ritual bath
Of waters that are blessed by mothers
The space I now occupy Is covered
In the vines of a grassy bungalow
Cursed with graces from Golden Times
Utopia is real
Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 9:01 PM UTC
Lower my head
brighten my eyes
and then it feels right
and I start to drive
and I drive
and I thrive
on wicked skies
unfolding
even these delicate cruelties
these beings
occupy space
and my blue denim eyes
see your neon
displaced
Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 8:59 PM UTC
Today I was made of gold & silver
Each hair strand was pure UV light
Gracefully sublime
A pyramid-shaped treasure implied
And it was lyrical
When I was feeling like this and like that
It had a ripple effect on my spine
My skin felt pleasantly warm
And fine
Like after bathing and dancing
In star-crossed crystal canyons
I felt small and significant
All in the same
I could walk right up to the painted sun
the peach-peach
the vellum
And I knew I could save him
With all the diamond tears
I had collected
In my apron
Believing we could both be made
Of the same wavelength
The same endearing fire
The same sovereign echo of a heart beat
Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 8:53 PM UTC
Have you ever
Felt so sluggish
You think it probably for your skin
To melt and ooze off
And the muscle underneath starts to sizzle
And only the lonely bones remain
As hot as a metal rod laid out under the blistering sun
One would feel that
If he or she closed their eyes
They’d become a shapeless lump
To much of nothing to be anything
And eventually they’d just sink into the earthen floor
Eventually reaching the crust then core
Then being desintegrated
Into tiny particles
I could keep going
But I’m too tired to think anymore
Let em just close my eyes and...
Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 11:02 PM UTC
The world stood still,
our time we had to ****
lives dropped years
like hot wax on chandeliers
splattering our day to day
with matters of silver gray
of red, browns, greens and gold;
the sort of rainbow nobody ever told.
Not in fairytales nor magazines,
hot topics nor fresh cuisines
But in the eyes of trees
and suckle sweet honey bees
Day to day in the wood
where people wish they could
live out their troublesome ages--
freed from their pen and paper cages.
As if a god stopped each pedal drop
each bird's chirp and bunny hop
to be heard on trumpets high
in a day to day look at the glorious sky
a soft second when all is still
birds, babes, and a fawn, frozen at will
lifeless yet has utmost potential
delved in a growth exponential
Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 8:52 PM UTC
The primal cause,
A distinguishable passion.
Irrevocable truth unabided by
Beliefs expressed in dimensionality.
The fire with me burns,
It churns and rises.
Power self-contained
Is glory in it's own fate.
I enter the lair of truth
And seek no counsel.
Therefore I revel,
Proceeding with conviction
Expressing imagination
My minds eye proclamation.
Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 11:52 AM UTC
" Sometimes I wonder,
Why we humans drool over petty things,
Live in this world...
without knowing the cause of our own existence,
without knowing the roles that we adorn?
I remember feeding an amusing thought of mine
as I was going to sleep,
laying on my bed and observing the ceiling fan...
*What if the world we live in really doesn't exist,
what if we all are just an imagination,
just a thought
In the god's mind?
Maybe when he forgets one of us,
the curtain of life falls
and than we say that the person has demised??
Maybe when the so called* Judgement Day...
*shall falleth upon us,
all the good souls shall be given birth,
from god's imaginative world,
into a new Utopian world...
and all the remaining ones,
shall be nothing more,
than lost memories...*
Indeed a scary thought of mine,
but it certainly fed my curiosity "
© OutcastDreamer
Aug 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015 at 12:22 PM UTC
Finally.. I make my way up the path
with anticipation
I can feel the soft ground beneath me tremble
Small quakes of passion it seems...
This journey has long been anticipated
Not sure how much longer I could have waited
My body, awakened
In expectation
of rejuvenation
Once I reach "that" destination
The closer I get, the more
the ground shakes
tho - not continuous,
it pulsates
I begin to feel the heat
The warmth on my face
The bitter-sweet aroma tells me
I'm in precisely the right place
headed in the right direction,
Protection?
Not needed. For this secret place
requires none to enter
Only to taste what has been stored
through the winter
So inviting this place is.
Greeted by soft, smooth mounds
glistening...
listening
To the sounds of the nectar as it flows..
anticipating my arrival
And now that I'm here
I taste......
An explosion of ecstasy
as this delicacy
enters my mouth
I feel myself being rejuvenated
yes...
This is why I waited...
The earth shakes, and opens
releasing it's sweet nectar
asking me to enter...
Slowly, I do
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 12:26 PM UTC
The worrisome grin was long before gone
Her eyes were over her head at dawn
The light was alive in belief she'd love him
it was true her eyes saw a light ....
Love-It was for the first time, she felt him
But the dark came and midnight arose
She was the only one to blame
She was blinded by noise
Captured by fear, the dark would never leave
She was to afraid
The ring was left by his door in the morning dusk so dim
She would've loved him
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 1:02 AM UTC