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"daydreamer" poems
Wake up, wake up! It's time to get your head out of the clouds Wake up you whimsical dreamer and move to where you want Wake up, wake up! you sleepy head, don't dread time but rather dread death Life doesn't move if you just live with constant fear Wake up, wake up! daydreamer you are running out of breaths Wake up and tell her Tell her! tell her you love her Stop her! stop her she's waiting Draw her a picture, write her a song, the more breaths you waste, the farther she goes Wake up, wake up! daydreamer she's gone, what will you do now? You let her go, even when I told you to hold onto that balloon You lived in constant fear now your nightmares came true Wake up, Wake up! maybe it's not too late tell her you love her tell her what she means to you Don't just stand there, move!
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Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 1:25 PM UTC
Wake up, Wake up!
You were born on a cusp. friends on the other side couldn't decide, Scorpio or Libra. You yourself, as constant as the tides. A tenth sign ram was blessed to cross your lovely path and the ram learned: Short curly hair pinned back reveal asiatic eyes. As you pass by and by Time and time hearts race Chicken salad sandwich, its moist mayonnaise is never as delicious without a pickle. Grubhub. No, Scrubhub. Too content to leave the room. Yummy Rummy, food in our tummy. forever. Broth, cheese and wine. Mushrooms and time. If ever I tasted love, it was shared with me, in a recipe. Sound opinion in scores. Royal, like the Tenenbaums. Bill Murray fantastic. Pink Moon over and over and over. Divide that by nine. And now I know, almost as well as you, how good Goodfellas is, even after the tenth time. Early morning awakenings or snooze again and again and again. Paralyzed in a dream or awoken with a scream, we tried a routine: Once parts of a team, a memory faster than it seemed. Ran for miles. A boy and girl in the hall, amongst the boys and girls in the hall. Digital regulars in ecstasy. Wake next to you a daydreamer. So, when life gets hard, and you're feeling down, don't be so glum, ignore your doubts, don't feel left out, I'll be there for you, when you need me to.
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Nov 6, 2012
Nov 6, 2012 at 5:48 PM UTC
22 on 23
I know it's wrong. But daydreaming about you.... It just feels Right.
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Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 1:34 AM UTC
Daydreamer
Ophelia, Ophelia, voracious daydreamer, how dare you upset this delicate orbit. your hands were the kiln for my sloppy and misshapen mind, but that was nothing, relatively, compared to the way your eyes reflected lost souls. my dear, it's a catastrophe. now when the moon chides me, and the stars reek of your smile, I run my hands across the fronts of empty dresses that you wore years ago. Ophelia, Ophelia, I recall the way your eyes shone like the peak of madness and how your shoulder blades touched in a subtly avian manner. how simple are the remnants of your existence, of your melancholia, I cling to them like a ***** to touch- and I know they will bring you no closer. stale shadows haunt my lingering eyes; where you should be standing I see only lost time. Ophelia, Ophelia, smoldering star in my hindsight, stone in my chest- I'm sad to see you go.
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Mar 3, 2013
Mar 3, 2013 at 8:53 PM UTC
remnants of Ophelia
Daydreamer waiting for her surprise She's always sitting on the bench outside Watching through the golden glasses She sees through her eyes a world that unties Beautiful creatures and where love prevails She always wonder why her beauty does not impales As she holds so many wonders A sweetness in her bright almond eyes, behind the glasses that sat crookedly on her nose She focused her eyes on a flat prairie Where the unaccustomed eye sees only ordinary In hers, the dale was a beautiful swathe of shiny green grasses Trees are clothed in delicious cream and pink blossom Jasmines dancing to the winds, choreographing autumn breeze The sun casting its last golden rays Changing its yellow into hues of tangerine and fire red Her perfect world, she whispers She is a daydreamer With eyes so full of love that will make you melt She is beauty and love Looking at her shadow slowly shrinking down her feet Only her can see the magic You will find her outside Waiting for the man to share the same picturesque landscape Seeing her reflection on him just like a mirror Sharing a moment, a smile, a touch, a gaze Closing their eyes to a slow and soft kiss Alas; she is still waiting on this Waiting to meet him flesh and bones Dreaming about it everyday This love she's never met, Yet she seems to glimpse him in every corner And because of it, her heart craves for blossoming flower Her heart is bound to a fictional imagery of him Creating imaginary moments and opportunities Clinging to a false sign that precipitates desires The desire to lay her eyes on him and feel his lips on hers The desire to feel her body shivers with his skin on hers The desire to feel his heart beating to her caress the rush in her veins, with just his look She will be an eternal daydreamer Until she finds him sitting on the bench outside for her For an eternity of love
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Dec 21, 2017
Dec 21, 2017 at 1:42 PM UTC
Daydreamer
Daydreamer waiting for her surprise She's always sitting on the bench outside Watching through the golden glasses She sees through her eyes a world that unties Beautiful creatures and where love prevails She always wonder why her beauty does not impales As she holds so many wonders A sweetness in her bright almond eyes, behind the glasses that sat crookedly on her nose She focused her eyes on a flat prairie Where the unaccustomed eye sees only ordinary In hers, the dale was a beautiful swathe of shiny green grasses Trees are clothed in delicious cream and pink blossom Jasmines dancing to the winds, choreographing autumn breeze The sun casting its last golden rays Changing its yellow into hues of tangerine and fire red Her perfect world, she whispers She is a daydreamer With eyes so full of love that will make you melt She is beauty and love Looking at her shadow slowly shrinking down her feet Only her can see the magic You will find her outside Waiting for the man to share the same picturesque landscape Seeing her reflection on him just like a mirror Sharing a moment, a smile, a touch, a gaze Closing their eyes to a slow and soft kiss Alas; she is still waiting on this Waiting to meet him flesh and bones Dreaming about it everyday This love she's never met, Yet she seems to glimpse him in every corner And because of it, her heart craves for blossoming flower Her heart is bound to a fictional imagery of him Creating imaginary moments and opportunities Clinging to a false sign that precipitates desires The desire to lay her eyes on him and feel his lips on hers The desire to feel her body shivers with his skin on hers The desire to feel his heart beating to her caress the rush in her veins, with just his look She will be an eternal daydreamer Until she finds him sitting on the bench outside for her For an eternity of love
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I should be ecstatic I should be breathtaking the second I walk into the room with you I should be full of effortless perfection and captivating laughter I should hold you like the rare gem you are polishing you, weightless by your worth I should weep with sweet gratefulness over our stunning photos and memory keepsake moments I should be a beauty queen rolemodel exhibiting class and coordination and intelligence I should be ravishing in your love, a kaleidescope of pinks and yellows and magic I should be bathing in the taste of your devoted kiss and sunning under your Carribean embrace I should be a blonde hair blue eyed American dream Instead of a Miserable maniac that can't even write a        *******          poem. Instead of a terrible daydreamer, bored by the periods at the end of your sentences.      .       . Instead of a tarnished transient seeking foolish adventure Craving endless oceans, cliche flight humor, and saving animals I didn't even know existed to begin with Instead of a jaded view from every set of empty eyes Instead of an indulgent ******* that wants more than this terribly wonderful life that you've offered me. I really should.
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Nov 4, 2012
Nov 4, 2012 at 9:51 PM UTC
Should be.
It was a blurry reflection I saw in the clouds, it was clear in the sky and as if I was facing my own body — my legs can barely walk, my hands were trembling and I can only open my mouth to breathe. Though there are birds who prey on me, my wings have kept me on guard and I stood still, alone, with my legs broken and of little faith. The world bestowed upon me was ruthless for someone as dreamy and a little in love as me — I wish that sometimes I can be as hard as a rock, so the world can see how cruel I am to her and give me something that I can call a spark of joy. I have beheaded myself from having to only daydream about falling in love, I have disconnected the veins flowing around my heart — so it won't feel anything, but even the day sets down and night comes up, I would still be in love and be of little faith, that I, part of a million particles living in on this earth — can still be held by a man whom I hold on so dearly. Maybe if I would be less cruel to myself and nice to hard rocks, he will find me and I can walk again. Maybe my heart that was made of soft cotton easy to be pulled by can be colorful like the blue sky, and my face can mirror back the clouds' reflection — and my hands can touch the end fur of the trees dancing when they see me in love wholly and less ruthless. Maybe if I say maybe now, I can be held like I am a precious gem in his eyes and the birds won't be my enemies anymore, they will sing wedding bells' songs and I'd smile in regards, I will strum my harp and the only thing I can get by at the end of the day was his smile, and that will build my little faith, and I will feel the love again, the once daydreamer, has now fulfilled her reality. And I am back again in writing these, for myself while I continue to work and I sit here — in front of my desktop waiting for my reveries to come to life.
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Aug 8, 2021
Aug 8, 2021 at 11:24 PM UTC
Ruth
It was a blurry reflection I saw in the clouds, it was clear in the sky and as if I was facing my own body — my legs can barely walk, my hands were trembling and I can only open my mouth to breathe. Though there are birds who prey on me, my wings have kept me on guard and I stood still, alone, with my legs broken and of little faith. The world bestowed upon me was ruthless for someone as dreamy and a little in love as me — I wish that sometimes I can be as hard as a rock, so the world can see how cruel I am to her and give me something that I can call a spark of joy. I have beheaded myself from having to only daydream about falling in love, I have disconnected the veins flowing around my heart — so it won't feel anything, but even the day sets down and night comes up, I would still be in love and be of little faith, that I, part of a million particles living in on this earth — can still be held by a man whom I hold on so dearly. Maybe if I would be less cruel to myself and nice to hard rocks, he will find me and I can walk again. Maybe my heart that was made of soft cotton easy to be pulled by can be colorful like the blue sky, and my face can mirror back the clouds' reflection — and my hands can touch the end fur of the trees dancing when they see me in love wholly and less ruthless. Maybe if I say maybe now, I can be held like I am a precious gem in his eyes and the birds won't be my enemies anymore, they will sing wedding bells' songs and I'd smile in regards, I will strum my harp and the only thing I can get by at the end of the day was his smile, and that will build my little faith, and I will feel the love again, the once daydreamer, has now fulfilled her reality. And I am back again in writing these, for myself while I continue to work and I sit here — in front of my desktop waiting for my reveries to come to life.
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Oh my little daydreamer, Dreaming of better days Dreaming of cotton candy clouds and a sky you see your reflection in Didn't anyone tell you silly little dreamer? You can have anything you dream? Open your mind, your soul, your heart You are stronger than you believe Daydreamer of mine, Please don't grow up to be masochistic Be a soldier that defeats any obstacle Be a lover that loves in the loveliest of ways My darling little dreamer Be the dreamer of dreams for all of those who can't For those of us who have fallen For the ones who used to be daydreamers
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Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 12:57 AM UTC
Daydreamer
i swam before i can walk i dreamed before i could talk i dreamed of stories i dreamed from stories awake asleep awake in sleep i float i fly i swam i cry i lived i died i loved i lied i gained my strength from them i am weakened as well from childhood to tween to teen to twenty i never stop to dream will this be my only life among the clouds up sky will i ever live a life will i ever live the dream or let dream die a dream let the dream eat me away as i sleep
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Nov 2, 2012
Nov 2, 2012 at 11:23 PM UTC
DayDreamer
Daydreamer thinking this world is something it's not. Standing on stairs made out of air, climbing higher and higher with his eyes closed and his hands behind his back. With the dark drying up everywhere behind him. His dreams brighten up this world that does not know it's black. The daydreamer is fighting off this fog that is trying to tear his mind out from him and not even knowing. Daydreamers battling with there eyes closed softly. Trying to forget the ugliest days, and making the day blossom in their mind till the day is bright with a incomprehensible glow masking all the gray and loneliness. The daydreamer holds on to the hope that everything will be alright someday. Never dampening that hope, but feeds it with their Anticipation on what the future may bring. Daydreamer is the only one when they close their eyes it's not dark, it's not dim, it's bright. And not only seeing the light as an adventure and a reality, but also the dark.
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Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 5:44 PM UTC
Daydreamer.
Daydreamer, realities a drag Live in your mind Happiness in a bag Why live in real life When you got your stories? You’ve got an easy way To escape all your worries Daydreamer, you go with the flow Daydreamer, you dodge every blow With your head in the clouds You got nothing figured out But hey, that’s ok No need to be so stout! As you fly with the birds And cruse in the sky Your lost among clouds High as a kite
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Jan 23, 2014
Jan 23, 2014 at 7:44 PM UTC
Daydreamer
I'll say "Goodnight" in the morning, So the rest of my day can be a dream.
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Jan 22, 2012
Jan 22, 2012 at 12:04 PM UTC
Daydreamer
She's the quiet one, who never stands out the chick who'll rather write a poem than speak to a crowd. The one nobody notices when she walks down the hall, the girl who's voice is unknown but her mind's full of thoughts. She's the introvert, the girl in disguise, the one who builds up walls so her life won't collapse. The one whose tough exterior in reality is full of cracks. She's a timid soul, a daydreamer at heart, creating the ideal future while she tries to forget her past. The person who tells her pains to a stranger who asks, but can't have a conversation with those that are by her side. She's your classmate, she's your sister and friend, she's your cousin and niece, she's your aunt, she's your tale. she's the girl that stares back when you glance at the lake, the one no one knows, she is I, she is her.
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Dec 23, 2013
Dec 23, 2013 at 5:54 PM UTC
That Girl
I think about you day and night I begin to dream Thoughts that make my heart take flight I smile from ear to ear Singing love songs Loud enough for the world to hear Oh this feeling is so grand I dream of us soaking in the sun Laying in the sand Waves would be crashing And my, did you look smashing! We'd laugh and play And waste the day away When night falls We'll cuddle in close With a fire that calls Inviting marshmallows to roast And in my dream I could already feel Our love was strong Our love was real
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Oct 6, 2012
Oct 6, 2012 at 1:58 AM UTC
Daydreamer
disconnected daydreamer, party lights and streamers, blockin' out the screamers, grasping onto my femur. i'm really real, still alive & kickin' not eatin' chicken i'm strong as steel.
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Jun 11, 2012
Jun 11, 2012 at 4:58 PM UTC
disconnected
you are the toska breeding in me like vicious flowers cannas perhaps lotus or bleeding hearts haunting the excruciating longing in my sinking chest a calming and white haunting I hear a thud in the middle of my body and it seems that my heart levels itself in between my dimmed ribs so that it may nervously burst in my core to let that beautiful yellow childlike sun into my body what am I without you, a weltering raindrop on top of a dark wooden roof falling into the rustic mud while nobody is watching being absorbed into the earth while nobody cares when I spoke my voice was hallow and now you fill my speech and the streaks of tunes from my neck like a starving man who by the grace of God has been blessed with the feast of kings and queens the phantom artist of something like a never ending dream the gentle spirit the serene incubus you daydreamer of withering beauty heartless and genuine I rest my smile upon your spine I suffocate into your talent of a deep and barren like litost your calm ocean as mine filled with creatures only our imaginations can begin to decipher a tender arena of hearts and fowl play you have taught me more about myself I am bathing in beauty drowning in a glorifying deep silk I would bring my last weeping words in a coffin with dark and rich embroidery resembling that of your driven eyes for a simple brush of your hand upon my cheek
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Aug 7, 2011
Aug 7, 2011 at 2:39 PM UTC
trembling rapture
A daydreamer with eyes of blue Untarnished by the world that kept you Bathed in days of gold Never knowing the cold With his head in the clouds Never once had to look down Spinning all around Reaching for the stars Although you’re miles apart Happiness floods your heart A daydreamer Floating so high Flying with birds in the sky One day realized The world is not as it seems Monsters lurk in the seams And call to those whose hearts are dark They ravage worlds and tear them apart The daydreamer comes crashing down Now reality is the only sound And evil is abound
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Nov 5, 2012
Nov 5, 2012 at 4:55 PM UTC
Daydreamer
My heart goes prestissimo! As thoughts swirl round my mind. This weary soul seeks you. In which abode will I find?    A lustful sight  – you naked before my eyes.    Flesh wrapped in skin  – yours against mine.    Lie down my love;    Let us dine. As I gently push my lips against thine ears and whisper:    You are my Aphrodite...      Take me to ecstatic heights.    Let me kiss you endlessly...     Soft.        Hard.           But each passionately.    Let me hide in your warmth...      Till I reach your soul.          Till I feel its glow.      Till this fantasy fall.   Till my reality calls.
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Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 6:22 AM UTC
Daydreamer.
Daydreamer, daydreamer Dream 'way your day In hopes that, maybe this time, They'll let you away Away from your day, and all that lies in it In your day is a nightmare, reality's within it For what's real is for night, which you shan't repeat And the terrors in day contribute t'your defeat. Day and night Night and day You dream away So you don't stay In your broken day And your shattered night So maybe you might Dream things out right; Daydreamer, daydreamer Dream 'way the night So you won't have to wake 'Cause it won't feel right.
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Nov 11, 2016
Nov 11, 2016 at 9:00 PM UTC
The Daydreamer
"Get back to work!"  the voice shouted out "There is work, you **** to be written about!" "Ok!" I said, as I stared at his head This story is over, this poem is dead.
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Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 7:22 PM UTC
Professional Daydreamer
i have traversed many miles walking with the night, she with her satin leash wrapped around my neck, ushering me under a divine compass of stars who navigate me into a grey fog of fantasy; tempting me away from another tired night   of suggestion and malcontent. i do well stepping into my role of daydreamer in the night, eyes glazing over, body weaving like some mechanical soldier, as I slowly sink further and further into the rabbit hole of my mind, where i touch the membrane, the pulsing vein, the sturdy skull which cups the hiding   mass of brain, and the tangled knot of treasured ideas and thought. i enter casually under the mark of exit signs searching aimlessly for an idea, stuck in a lightless cave of a deeper depth, the one born and lost on the winding interstate, without pen and paper in hand to collaborate, eighty miles an hour of reckless power births creation, when neuron, synapse and speed galvanize into conceit. but this one escapes me. it flickers out of sight like the rest of them, as i close into where it hides, like some feral animal who knows not of a friendly hand, it scurries back into it's lonesome wasteland. but i remain walking under the invasive moonlight, for I yearn to take my idea back home, to wrestle it into submission, sew it to hand and feet and give it deserved recognition, to dive my sharpened teeth into the thick of it's juicy meaning to bleed ink onto paper, for there is nothing back in the stagnant terrain of my body, or here lying on my desk but the blank pages of the greatest story never written.
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Jan 30, 2016
Jan 30, 2016 at 12:16 AM UTC
the walk into my brain.
i have traversed many miles walking with the night, she with her satin leash wrapped around my neck, ushering me under a divine compass of stars who navigate me into a grey fog of fantasy; tempting me away from another tired night   of suggestion and malcontent. i do well stepping into my role of daydreamer in the night, eyes glazing over, body weaving like some mechanical soldier, as I slowly sink further and further into the rabbit hole of my mind, where i touch the membrane, the pulsing vein, the sturdy skull which cups the hiding   mass of brain, and the tangled knot of treasured ideas and thought. i enter casually under the mark of exit signs searching aimlessly for an idea, stuck in a lightless cave of a deeper depth, the one born and lost on the winding interstate, without pen and paper in hand to collaborate, eighty miles an hour of reckless power births creation, when neuron, synapse and speed galvanize into conceit. but this one escapes me. it flickers out of sight like the rest of them, as i close into where it hides, like some feral animal who knows not of a friendly hand, it scurries back into it's lonesome wasteland. but i remain walking under the invasive moonlight, for I yearn to take my idea back home, to wrestle it into submission, sew it to hand and feet and give it deserved recognition, to dive my sharpened teeth into the thick of it's juicy meaning to bleed ink onto paper, for there is nothing back in the stagnant terrain of my body, or here lying on my desk but the blank pages of the greatest story never written.
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She wasn't so special. She wasn't even that pretty, and her hair was always a mess, she had tired eyes, also her knees were too skinny and her voice was too loud. She was always in her own world never paying attention to anything I had to say, always scribbling in that notebook of hers I never got a chance to read. She laughed pretty much about anything, and had an opinion about everything, seriously. Okay, she was that pretty. In fact, the world beautiful wouldn't bring her justice in her worst day. Her hair was a mess, that's for sure, it always fell over her face and I used to pull it back gently. And maybe she had tired eyes for staying up until the moon went to sleep waiting for my 'I'm home' text. I got to say I loved the skinniness of her knees, I remember thinking she was secure with me, that nothing wrong would ever happen to her. She was a loud person, which kind of came in handy whenever she had to stand up for herself, watching her speak up always made me proud. She was a daydreamer, always over analizing everything, picturing different scenarios and each possible outcome. She promised she would show me that notebook, I remember she mentioned once how every thought that crossed her mind she wrote, that always fascinated me. And her laugh, man, that I could never hate, I would have done anything to hear her laugh. She always told me how having an opinion about everything made her interesting, but I knew that already, for I found her fascinating since the moment I met her. She knew who she was and she knew what she wanted, I wish I had figured that out before. It's too late now.
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Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 1:19 AM UTC
Or was she?
She wasn't so special. She wasn't even that pretty, and her hair was always a mess, she had tired eyes, also her knees were too skinny and her voice was too loud. She was always in her own world never paying attention to anything I had to say, always scribbling in that notebook of hers I never got a chance to read. She laughed pretty much about anything, and had an opinion about everything, seriously. Okay, she was that pretty. In fact, the world beautiful wouldn't bring her justice in her worst day. Her hair was a mess, that's for sure, it always fell over her face and I used to pull it back gently. And maybe she had tired eyes for staying up until the moon went to sleep waiting for my 'I'm home' text. I got to say I loved the skinniness of her knees, I remember thinking she was secure with me, that nothing wrong would ever happen to her. She was a loud person, which kind of came in handy whenever she had to stand up for herself, watching her speak up always made me proud. She was a daydreamer, always over analizing everything, picturing different scenarios and each possible outcome. She promised she would show me that notebook, I remember she mentioned once how every thought that crossed her mind she wrote, that always fascinated me. And her laugh, man, that I could never hate, I would have done anything to hear her laugh. She always told me how having an opinion about everything made her interesting, but I knew that already, for I found her fascinating since the moment I met her. She knew who she was and she knew what she wanted, I wish I had figured that out before. It's too late now.
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I often dream of pretty things with unhealthy fascination. I often go where you can't follow, craving isolation. I haven't found a footing sound in this here habitation. So I find life's sweeter side in my imagination.
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Aug 31, 2019
Aug 31, 2019 at 6:20 PM UTC
Maladaptive Daydreamer
Lately I’ve been feeling Like my worries are sky high I’ve tried to conquer mysteries I’ve tried hard not to die Once blinded by the brightness Yet when all I see is black Screaming Frantically Searching.. Trying to find my way back. I see the changes start to blossom Through winter, summer, spring and autumn. So maybe if I close my eyes My Imagination will compromise You see, A wise man once told me that all things must pass.. A wise man once told me that nothing ever lasts. Although, sometimes I wish that I could be a visionary or a queen I’d lead my battles from Dusk to Dawn I crash I burn I still carry on It’s filled with love yet hypocricy And ruled with mediocrity The world should be a better place For laughter, tears of joy and grace Because I’m finding it hard And I can only dream Tomorrow we’ll just make believe Sharing stories under the night sky But tomorrow never comes I wonder why.. ? Some might say its meant to be And when all is said and done I find myself straying on the path, Back where I once begun. Lately I’ve been feeling like my worries are sky high I’ve tried to conquer mysteries I’ve tried hard not to die..
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Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 3:23 PM UTC
Daydreamer
I am the domesticated Daydreamer. finding simplicity in the beauty of all things. see through the natural lies and become one as we dwell in the sunrise. keep it light and enjoyable for the days are ours to consume. find no need to pressure forth when this steady pace is mine to adjust. see life in the eyes of a tree so calm and strong these roots within me. enjoy the breaks with a book and some bark let the trees shade you from what has left you scarred. see the beauty inside an uneasy soul its ready to mold and from love be told the steps to happiness. this is the movement of eyes and hands grazing over the incomparable honesty of how the human being operates. skin to skin lips to lips we are just muscles and nerves ending where others muscles and nerves begin.
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Sep 25, 2012
Sep 25, 2012 at 5:58 PM UTC
Hermann Hesse ♥