#imagining
I want to see our Souls in a thousand lives.
How does your soul flow in the dark nights of the long past?
How does your soft smile look in the lights of a future not yet here?
In a world of strife and rebellion,
in a land of peace and abundance.
Where I am rock, and you are water,
and where we are the same twisted knot of hate and love.
I think my heart will ache the same,
every time we start this game.
Apr 23
Apr 23, 2026 at 1:43 PM UTC
the clock,
it ticks.
tick
tock
tick
tock
it keeps me awake
in the silence of the night.
that odd hour when
it isn't quite midnight
but also not quite dawn.
it's deafening almost.
it makes me hear things..
is there someone in the house?
creak
tick
tock
tick
tock
no.
maybe i should check.
the clock,
it ticks.
and it keeps me up.
i barely sleep.
Sep 15, 2025
Sep 15, 2025 at 8:34 AM UTC
snow. yuki. xue. nevicare.
i long for it.
days filled with ludiosis,
with my heart split.
gentle flakes on the window,
as i lie in innity.
warm side of the pillow,
and i'm just being lazy.
but that-
that's not reality.
Dec 30, 2024
Dec 30, 2024 at 6:54 AM UTC
Perched on the plank seat
of the old wagon
the dusty man gently jiggles the reins
of his reliable old steeds,
they as resolved as he
to reach Archer City
to get booked up.
Larry was there with his white hair
whittling his latest creation,
an overweight manuscript
sure to cause a sensation
no matter its heft.
They sat together talking
til the fireflies flew,
shared stories of books
loves, and good bass hooks,
reaching down to fetch a fresh brew
when they got parched
which was frequent
as they spoke at length
of men like Woodrow and Gus,
how they cussed,
poked, and stretched yarn after yarn.
Larry’s gone to the barn
but the guy who pulled up
in that old wagon
still is reading
and yet yearns
to revisit Texas lakes
to fish bass,
visit the local café,
and eat a passel of pancakes
or a big, tasty chicken fried steak.
Jun 18, 2022
Jun 18, 2022 at 1:31 AM UTC
Look
Through the window
watching paintbrush skies
fade into a starlit night
moving over us
hurdling forward
carrying our suitcases of reflections
- worries, frustrations, relief.
Look
without seeing
Because I'm imagining a memory
- frightfully similar
to predicting the future.
Cornering the world,
I'm turning away
from paintbrush skies.
Look
back and forth between
my canvas and my muse
within and without my mind
Moving with broad strokes
that shrink into the detail
Never quite sure if I'm seeing
what's really ahead
or in my head.
Jul 15, 2021
Jul 15, 2021 at 11:00 AM UTC
A sky of painted rain from custard yellow clouds, fell beyond my gallery window glass.
The grass a silken thread of cinnamon fire, vermillion and orange tea brewed strong and hot, which ran to choppy rivers damson plum and vintage flowing wine, stretched far beyond my own imagining
to boiling seas of unknown hue.
Did a morning ever dawn which held such colour and such light, If so it isn’t one I ever knew!
Oct 8, 2020
Oct 8, 2020 at 7:12 AM UTC
I canʼt erase the feeling of your lips
Trailing their way up and down my thighs
The way your teeth dig into my hips
The playful smirk while staring in your eyes
My mind still constantly thinks of you
The way you feel pressed against my back
I know Iʼm really not supposed to
But I miss your fingertips dancing around my neck
I donʼt know how you have such a hold on me
I canʼt even control my own thoughts
Itʼs getting harder for me to even see
The if thens and the what nots
Your eyes, they take me to a place
I really think they do.
No, I think we need some space,
Baby, that's all you.
You laugh, you scream, you cry.
Embarrassed I'm seeing you this way,
You're beautiful with tears in your eyes.
I don't know what else to say.
Nov 10, 2019
Nov 10, 2019 at 3:27 PM UTC
If we take that one step,
which swallows both our pride and worry of embarrassment,
That one step of me grabbing your arm while you passed,
or you clutching at mine as my face is painted on the pavement,
would everything be resolved?
or would only more hateful words be spoken?
Years later I still cant be sure of our end.
Oct 8, 2019
Oct 8, 2019 at 5:53 PM UTC
REM moments
are where dreams begin
under the eye-lids
the activity pulses
with movement
all that's seen
is quite extraordinary
you're climbing an unconquerable mountain
and the ascent is so effortless
nothing hampering
what you've always
had in mind
this vision so live like
all your night imaginings
materialize
men and women
over the ages
have bought their dreams
to fruition
the first step
originated
in nocturnal reverie
as they strove forward
on successes golden road
yep them dreamers
of the REM set
achieving much
through accessing the mind's
phantasmagorical corridors
Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 6:55 AM UTC
I've been here before.
I've breathed this air.
Let it take
as long
as it is going to take
and breathe.
I've tasted it before,
this air,
cinnamon and grass
ale pulled from the cask
old plasters pulled off at last
and broken scabs,
and there is salt and there is sugar
in my tears.
A giant circle,
each head laid on the next shoulder.
We are together.
Feb 8, 2018
Feb 8, 2018 at 12:12 PM UTC
What is it about you
that makes my desire
an open wound
sealed with
your
compassionate touch alone..
Why is it
I wince,
haunted by thoughts
adorned and quelled only by you.
Paint me like a master
With traces of your stained hands
along my gaping silhouette.
Heal me with finger tips tainted by mine own blood.
Draw me into your murderous self,
Love me back to life.
Mar 25, 2017
Mar 25, 2017 at 3:38 AM UTC
As I lay my bed at night, I'm begging my covers to hold me tight.
Already closing my eyes but you're still in my sight.
Hugging my pillow while looking at the window.
Touching my own skin, I hope it was you I'm feeling.
I'll just do it over and over again pretending you are here.
Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 10:12 PM UTC
i don’t know how it could be?
that now you are here for me
you're always there to cheer me up
when i feel like i'm about to pop
how could i love you more?
more than you're asking for
i wish i could do the same
embracing you when the rain came
loving you with all of my heart
like no one can break us apart…
Feb 8, 2016
Feb 8, 2016 at 7:27 AM UTC
My untrue fantasy,
I fantasize it every day,
Fantasizing how it would be wonderful if I had you,
Oh the world seems to be having summer all year long,
With you and me,
My untrue fantasy will never be true,
Fantasizing is the only way I could be with you,
I am not capable of doing so in the ticking world,
This fantasy
This fantasy will always be the most exciting play of
Hologram in my mind.
Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 11:43 AM UTC
*Paused on the veranda
for a poetic tête-à-tête,
we sipped vintage wine
and spoke of days gone hither
when we were much greener,
tripping the nimbly light
and guzzling cheap beer into
the wee hours of night's obscurity,
wiser and older, yet still imagining
one day we'll conquer the world,
resigned to this present moment
we comfortably reminisce,
midst the effervescent
bubbly of reality*
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 6:05 AM UTC
It pains me, a bit
to think about the possibilities
of life if you were here,
if I could watch your smile
bloom upon your face
see the signs of laughter brewing
just after I’ve said something silly.
I’d cook you dinner
and blush with happiness
when you teased me for my
utter lack of skill
and after you would make hot cocoa
for our movie marathon
and we’d have punch drunk discussions
on the philosophy of psychopathic ******
for dessert.
While the credits rolled
your eyes would droop
and your head, heavy with sleep
would rest sweetly on my shoulder.
Would I kiss you, then?
Softly, so as not to ruin the mood?
Or fierce and biting with the breaking
of long-held restraint?
Would you invite me to your bed?
And if you did, would I accept?
Or would I stroke your hair
and kiss you a gentle goodnight
at your bedroom door?
Would we grow old together,
counting wrinkles as they form,
marking the days with
ridiculous anniversaries:
first kiss, first fight, first joint bout of pyromania?
Or would it end, perish early
like so many things are wont to do?
Would you die first?
Or would I?
And when we were gone
would we have anyone
to tell stories about us
and the crazy things we no doubt said and did?
Would I ever tell you this poem was about you?
Maybe.
Maybe, if you were here, I could.
Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 12:00 PM UTC
I'm seeing things
That aren't there
Maybe it's from lack of sleep
Or maybe cause I don't eat
Either way I can hear feet
Much to sharp to be safe
Moving closer to me.
I see shadows on the walls
I hear crying in the halls
I see a man much too tall
I hear his laughing call.
I see reflections in my phone
I hear screams when I'm alone
I see things no one knows
I hear my mothers worried tone.
FREEZE
Close my eyes
He can't see me
I'll just hide
I'm so close to being free
I just have to quiet my cries
And hope he cannot find
Me hiding here.
I hear him walking away,
I think I'm in the cle-
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 4:20 PM UTC
I imagine your love
To be like the taste
Of wild-wild berries.
I imagine your eyes
To burn wildly
With fiery passions.
Your every breath
To make me shudder,
To make me yearn.
For your mouth
To gently whisper
Against my tears.
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 3:09 PM UTC
Will you remember me when days grow cold?
When dark clouds close in and the ground dies under foot,
When all the world falls into slumber and oneness,
Will I fade from your consciousness?
When I am gone will it hurt?
Will I cry when you no longer think of me, and I die?
To exist only as a thought in your head.....
Life dependent on your thinking.
Even a memory... at least then,
I would be recalled from time to time, resurrected.
I can't even be a memory because I never was...
never really existed.
Just something you one day thought up.
I can only survive as long as you are thinking me,
and continue entertaining the thought of me.
You have no way to give birth to me.
No way to make me exist in the material world.
No way to make me solid.
I am no more then an electrical impulse
passed between the synapses in your brain.
When they stop firing me to and fro I will cease to exist.
What will become of me when you fizzle me out?
Will you simply reabsorb me into your cells?
Will I be cast out as waste?
I turn to face my fate, yet you keep thinking me.
Torturing me in a way, recalling me, adding to me,
making me bigger, longer, more intricate.
What price I'd pay for you to create me in reality.
Impossible, I know...
To be able to see you from the outside in, instead of inside out!
To know the you, you present to the world.
The strong, creative, mysterious, smart,
confident, emotional you. The quiet you.
Instead I know the inner you, the screaming,
raging, crying, laughing, manipulative,
intelligent, humorous you.
Would I think of you the same.....,
could you manifest me into reality?
Would you me......?
You would know me after all, you thought me,
you created me, you own me.
Breathe life into my veins.
You are me!
Can I become a memory... of a thought... you once created?
© Crystal Erickson 11/24/07
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 9:19 PM UTC
I imagine your mind, imagining mine,
as we imagine yours.
© Matthew Harlovic
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 7:36 PM UTC
I wonder,
and wonder,
Maybe so much I don't know what's going on,
It's as if I try and block,
Rather sit in silence than to talk,
Imagining,
Dreaming,
and wondering,
The thoughts about what I want,
Thoughts about how I want to serve,
Serve those around me,
The mark I want to leave on this Earth,
The person I want to be,
The things I wish I could free,
I may be small and young,
But I've got a plan to do good,
I know I haven't had that plan set out I know I should,
But I guess that's how it is and I wish it would,
I wish it would be a plan sought out the way I want,
Its like a fog,
Like those ones on a cold Monday morning,
Im in a haze,
More like a daze,
It's unclear of what is to come,
Maybe that's the beauty in it all,
Once you come closer and see the things you are confronted with,
You find out what to do,
Just if I knew
It's like a fog,
I am unaware of what may be in front of me
I guess thats what my life is meant to be,
That time will come when I set myself free.
Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 4:07 PM UTC