"dreaminess" poems
To feel yourself falling in love
With somebody over the course of months
Is to realise that you're more kind,
Happier, caring, gentle, and sweet-
A better person in general-
Keeping that person in mind.
No matter what you do,
Nobody else will understand
The way you feel every day,
The bubbliness of your actions,
The air of generosity and dreaminess
In every word you say.
To fall in love with someone
Is to notice you're not alone
And that you're loved and cared for.
It is to notice you matter as well
And to better yourself and others
Through kindness you pour.
To fall deeply in love with someone
Is to fall in love with yourself,
To fall in love with life as a whole,
To fall in love with everything.
Before you even know it,
Love has taken its grand toll.
May 13, 2021
May 13, 2021 at 10:14 AM UTC
There should be a word to explain the
sleepy happiness I see on her face.
Maybe there is,
in a beautiful language like
French or Arabic.
But that lovely, calm dreaminess that
overcomes her features is
beautiful and childlike and endearing.
And even if there was a word for it,
it wouldn't be able to
match that sort of
beauty that I see on her.
Sep 22, 2013
Sep 22, 2013 at 1:48 AM UTC
My world, a relic,
My hopes, unnavigated,
The sky transports my dreaminess
The wind wins me with drunken delight
Nothing actualized
From my deluge of desire,
Couldn't cast a soul
With my far aspirations.
I celebrate the vibrant joy
Of the cosmic poet,
Savoring every nuance of his love
I admire his formidable face
As a ruthless destroyer of wrong
I embrace his elixir -- love,
His death, suffering and solace--
Likewise.
I cherish his sparkling vigil,
His endless luminosity,
Then again
His opaque darkness
As appalling as that may be
I honor his luscious love
That mingles, matches, unites,
As well as the rifts
That rip up the heart
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 9:48 AM UTC
A pumpkin-colored limo arrives at the curb
of the black-and-white gala. Housemaid
overnight transformed to debutante
strides from the rear door to overwhelm
the party of common beauties. How
all gasp to view the delicacy of each
step in her long-gown procession to
the powerful, polished, marble floor of nobility.
There, unknown to the grand society, she twirls
and touches fingertips to those of the
ambassador, who is looking not for goodness,
but for beauty, who is believing the two
come together in one body here on earth.
The swelling, graceful energy that will
be passed on to future story-loving ears
rips apart the subdued elegance of the night.
Before the middle of the darkness, she slips
out of society’s sight, given over to a
sacred vow that only she can understand–
a transformative voice that guides her hours.
An object, much like my own body, connects
the spheres of magical and practical,
of night-time dreaminess and day-time
weariness–that sliver of land I understand.
Then a foot-hold on earth, a lost shoe, a link
to all evening romance, presides over
the public sentiment. Citizens desire
to align themselves with everlasting goodness.
Out of the cinders of hot fire gone cold
and lost, the steadfast inquiry continues,
until we arrive at the judgment that frees
us from our poverty and enslavement.
A single, white shoe may lift us
and step us toward such bliss.
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 10:34 AM UTC
Thoughts of you
Fill my insomnia ridden mind
Am I going crazy
Or did I just hear you call me baby?
You’re not even a distinct figure in my dreams
And yet you seem to haunt my nightmares
Terrors of the dark dreaminess
Floating, bubbling up through my brain
Like a geyser of insecurity and heartache
And so here I am lying
In this bed
Lying to myself
Imagining other loves
I have yet to find
And there’s your voice I hear
Calling me baby
Calling me back to
The figment of your imaginary
Self
Relaxing on those inner dusty shelves
Called my cerebrum
No, these are just the shadows of
That pre-dawn gloom
Memories from yonder year that
Somehow resurface in the darkness
Behind my eyelids
Dreams come hard to an insomniac
If only these really were just dreams
Instead of the mad ramblings
Of a sleep deprived yet very much awake
Lonely soul
Mar 29, 2012
Mar 29, 2012 at 5:42 PM UTC
Thoughts of you
Fill my insomnia ridden mind
Am I going crazy
Or did I just hear you call me baby?
You’re not even a distinct figure in my dreams
And yet you seem to haunt my nightmares
Terrors of the dark dreaminess
Floating, bubbling up through my brain
Like a geyser of insecurity and heartache
And so here I am lying
In this bed
Lying to myself
Imagining other loves
I have yet to find
And there’s your voice I hear
Calling me baby
Calling me back to
The figment of your imaginary
Self
Relaxing on those inner dusty shelves
Called my cerebrum
No, these are just the shadows of
That pre-dawn gloom
Memories from yonder year that
Somehow resurface in the darkness
Behind my eyelids
Dreams come hard to an insomniac
If only these really were just dreams
Instead of the mad ramblings
Of a sleep deprived yet very much awake
Lonely soul
Mar 29, 2012
Mar 29, 2012 at 5:43 PM UTC
Your image lingers
And I stare at the pale clear sky
Where can I go?
How about the glowing oasis of your words
But when I get there, the silence is strong.
Those who were for you, couldn't fathom that you're gone.
But I, I hold on.
In this green pearly lagoon
Lie images of you, treasured, so good.
It's the beginning
The end is done.
Still it's freedom
The end is gone.
A glimmering beginning
Your image lingers so
I tried to walk out of the dream
See if I could go on my own and I
Ran right into Laurel Canyon.
Recall where the tale began,
Millions of raindrops in a timeless summer
Racing thoughts and dreaminess alright
It's the summer beginning
I can tell you what I think of at night
When the stars are flashing above
Dazzled, dazzle by strangeness and sight
Dazzled, dazzled, dazzled and I think I know what to do
Pick up where you left off, nothing else I can do
May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 9:35 PM UTC
In a pure world
music and birdsong
spinning
the lingering
melancholy
no more sadness
only memories
and longings
prostrating on the trails
of yellow leaves
counting the rhythms
of loneliness
the handsomeness of the island
the dreaminess of
the susurration of the beach
the elegance of the sails
the water as always
beating the stippled quietness
awaiting the next dawn
a ketch drifting on the ocean
shining a turquoise light
portraying the poetry
of the predawn
or the predawn hilarity of
the fish and shrimps
in the ocean
this is a pure world
and there is music
and running water in it
and the samisen of moods
and the psaltery
of the nature
whats more
the happy pixies shuttling
in the forest
of purity.
May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 1:48 PM UTC
The sorrowful birds seemed less enchanted,
Like a forgotten holocaust beating
In agony, the silent grey of dawn
Set forth over the mystery.
Under perplexed veils I call
Forth the lost days of depressing
Symbols, like a raven in the distance,
A storm smothering its deathly gaze.
And when alone the sparrow
Refused to chirp, instead wallowed
In the quiet solitudes of the lucid
dreaminess of the bitter infinite grey.
Earth offers its deathly gaze
As a meager conteplation in the
Grey of the early Winter displaying
Her snowy apron like some dark matron.
Gradually the day drags obeying
Time, slow to the mind of a sad one,
Preoccupation of illusions,
Like a poets inane blank page,
A wind minded sadness flying
Through darkened pupils:
A grey irony forms,
A crow cloaked as a hope
Cries to the infinite grey;
"I will always love you,
Though you abuse me."
I dreamed a glacial moment,
Where time ends or begins,
I was hopeful the grey would
Never end and I could wear
Its sad dark velvet with its
Perjured love and scorned existence,
I follow the shadow of storms
Searching for the torment with in,
The bleakness is a grey day with
The sun hiding its hopeful radiance.
Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 4:25 PM UTC
oozing with eroticness, dripping with inexplicable sensuality, u make my heart wrench,twist & scream with undeniable pleasure. billow the flames of desire to make me feel like im burning with fire, just to cool me down with your icy piercing kiss.
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 8:18 PM UTC
WHAT does one do when their
Mind is in the clouds
but their Heart is drowning
while the Pain is so loud,
the Thoughts are dazed,
and Memories are a m e s s
that can't be cleaned, that can't be erased...
this ice inside my Chest...
my Lungs are losing air-
but my Eyes stare off
into a Place of dreaminess...
i'm s p l i t into two
one piece in Earth's core,
sinking
the other up in space
floating
to the other end of the galaxy.
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 9:09 PM UTC
Galaxies separate us, but all that separates me from earth now,
Is my tightly wound, dizzy head,
And the dreaminess of my unused bed.
Staggering stars set me alight, I will not burn up, I will not allow.
The Milky Way’s haze has overtaken me, they say I belong, I disavow.
A Lunar Eclipse stole the mist that has been running through my veins, am I dead?
A Super Nova spoke with much pain, that I am alone now wrapped in their thread.
I weep shooting stars; they leave burns down my cheeks, all of space takes a slow bow.
Did somewhere along the way I forget how to sleep?
Am I lost in a land of unimaginable beauty and misery?
I used to be afraid of the dark night, but now I see that I was afraid of all unknown.
It’s just contrast, a vast sea of endless light, and the sleep I’ve lost that goes miles deep.
The clouds mock me with their pillow like appearance, for once I am
above them, and I inflict the injury.
The moon shines gently as I sleep for the first time as a part of space, I am a star that will grow and never be alone.
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 8:50 PM UTC
sometimes i wonder where she went, that girl. who used to love to dream and read and write and draw, who was so passionate. i wonder why she isn't here with me now, where she went, if she went anywhere at all. if she eroded away with time and if i might find her sediments still somewhere, being tossed around in the waves of my mind. if she was startled from that dreaminess when the alarm clock woke her because she was only a dream, if she ever felt tired enough to go back to her old self. sometimes i wonder if she died, if i missed her funeral, if she even had a funeral (and if she did, who would go? she didn't have any friends), if her body is still rotting somewhere in the cracks on my skull. because that's where she's fallen—in the cracks.
i think about her too often. I am too caught up in the past and future, i don't even recognize the present when it's staring back at me in the mirror.
the words have left me.
i am so lonely without them.
i am so lonely without her.
i write her obituary over and over in my head but none of the words sound right. she was great, she was awesome, she was more than that. she was a dreamer, an artist, she was more than that. she had thrown her head into the sky and rejoiced to see it floating amongst the clouds. no, she was more than that. still more than that.
because i miss her.
i really ******* miss her.
i've said this to myself so many times they're carved into my skull, tatooed onto my lips, blackened my teeth with their ink. i've said it so many times but it doesn't bring her back. i miss her more but that doesn't bring her back either.
i should use my time resourcefully and try to find myself while she's gone but i'm nothing without her. without her i'm just a headless body navigating the streets of newyorkcity at 3a.m. i get lost when i'm alone and i can't stand it. i am a simile without the adjective, just two nouns that don't know what to do with each other. i am getting lost now, writing this.
Sep 7, 2017
Sep 7, 2017 at 11:05 PM UTC
There was a glorious mix
In 2006
When King Xerxes started ******* with Gerard Butler
By sending his empire’s army
Until that one dude threw a spear like Jay Cutler
Xerxes cheek he was harming
You want land and water? You better stop talking ****
Before Gerard Butler kicks you down the big *** pit
That’s in the middle of our city with no hand rails
Because we believe that caution is where man fails
Gerard Butler will beat all the *****
Of the Persian masses
In a narrow passage
They needed help
To protect themself
The Arcadians are total *******
But they make a fine mess of things
So they caught the immortals looking
For a Spartan death sting
There’s an obese guy with swords for arms
He doesn’t mean anything to the plot
His fellow soldiers are the only ones he harms
He’s just an interesting thought
Gerard Butler wouldn’t let that ugly ****** in his squad
Because he was so flawed
So he pulled a lever and his ties were severed
So the Persians would be better
May that ******* live forever
They proved a god king could bleed
And screenwriters don’t history read
Because that **** is for Athenians
Who like to focus on dreaminess
And not being badass
Or wearing dope masks
So thank you Zack Snyder
After blunt met black lighter
My eyes got smacked wider
In a land where abs are tighter
Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 10:48 AM UTC
( )
• •
) (
It's a war out there I'm sure you know
••
In lovers' beds
The tenderest embraces of child - like dreaminess
Our mutual sense of human salvation
Our familiarity
With all the reasons we are together
••
These start to fade
As we are called into sacredness
And understanding
••
The unborn child whose world is seed
The little kid who has watched
His own brother die
On the street
WHAT ARE WE DOING ?
( yes !
What are we ? )
••
Gentleness
///
What are we to do ?
( gentle song )
AS WE TRANSFORM UNTO SAINTLINESS
we pick our love up
From the bed
We gird our *****
And ........
?
Become real
We gird our *****
As we must dear friends
Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 3:06 PM UTC
I was enveloped in the dopeness
Of his striking good looks
His raw, glowing machismo
Treasuring the unparalleled appeal
Of his enamoring existence
He made my heart soar
With his alluringly glorious charmingness
Lifted me into a dreamlike state
As my gay world lingered
In his sensational embrace
He was a truly delightful adventure
To savor for eternity
His chiseled chest and abs
Were utterly breathtaking
I loved his sensual, commanding lips
His fresh ****** hair
His dark-honeyed eyes
His velvety, fresh-smelling hair
I meandered through the labyrinth
Of his enchanting dreaminess
Revering his sweetness and supremeness
Everything about him
From head to toe
Mar 31, 2025
Mar 31, 2025 at 12:21 PM UTC
*sounds of silence seeping through the shutters
i am sheltered by your blessings
uncover the direction you are leaning into
inspect the floor and dust off the furniture
daily activities fit for a human being
i seethe with anger
at tigers who are guilty
of counting with their paws
streams of discomfort
split through the surroundings
factions of opposition with opposite resistances
defiant and undigested
like lightning they swallow the sky
and out comes the morning
drunken in its radiance
as a purple amphibian
waves you goodbye
move out of the way
of the daylight
you are blocking the rays
from falling on my face
a futuristic landscape awaits you
savoring the sounds and sights
return to the immediate sensations
as perception always wavers
and unremarkably favors
the unforeseen serenity
and dreaminess of yesterday
these soporific sanguines
add sulfur to the saline pools
while you insist on talking cold turkey
our addictions are absolute distractions
operating under the radar of our minds
i am thinking about everything you said
how you wished that you were somewhere else
with your soul strung out upon a ledge
a watchful eye inspects the beautiful bodies
an embarrassing moment
a kiss concealed
a solid hour wasted
serving all the shields
a solid longing
liberated by touch
a purposeful warning about drinking too much
a crush on your babysitter
or a stranger in the raw
words are in favor so please
come and let your heart soar
through clouds of blueberry pie
representations of our libido
and dreams about spies
gardening in the winter time
breaking through the earth
a tiny tomato
is tomorrow’s food
tempered by the truth
the hard earth and snow
the water and the fire
combine down below
to remove the covers of the canvas
the watering cans
the sacks of diamonds
wrapped in burlap
your soul is just as hard
and frozen like **** cherries
i bake them in the oven
a hundred degrees below
you are straight outta Compton
and away we must go
i long to touch your darkness
in romance and repose
a willing participant in the storm below
please ready yourself for diving
into waters of your mind
a poisonous fungi foraged in the wood
and so now where shall we grow*
May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 3:50 PM UTC
The ripples broke the moon into pieces
But her wishes elsewhere sniffed the air.
The night was fair enough though
To bathe in her beauty she wasn’t there.
Where broke the ripples the moon’s face
Reflected the water the firmament
She searched in dreaminess
Commotion of the slightest movement.
One small fish would satiate her night!
Mar 7, 2014
Mar 7, 2014 at 4:18 AM UTC
He is an extraordinarily gorgeous and sparkling portrait
Brilliant, rich, vivid, and intriguing
Fiery, virile, insightful, and poetically intense dreaminess
Ardent, evocative, and heartachingly enthralling
Lurid four-star heart-throb
His strikingness is fixed in my mind
His magical swagtastic attraction is
A smashing high-fashion gallery
Bursting at the seams
With unequivocal irresistible bewitchment
I am tremendously transfixed on his freshalicious majestic thugness
Jul 26, 2022
Jul 26, 2022 at 9:31 AM UTC
you don't know me
did you used to?
oh
oh my god why aren't i sure?
i'm not sure i'm not i'm not i'm
not oh god oh god
who are you?
stick with me here i'm just
i'm trying to remember the talks we had in my driveway
the texts you sent me from airports that made my heart glow
should i list these things to help myself?
your eyes, my hair
funny looks when you'd stare
at me after saying something dumb
before we started laughing
and i thought how good we were together
i thought how good we were like that
i'm trying i am i am
but loneliness has skimmed the dreaminess from the top of my head
and left me instead
with a vision so broad i can't find the tunnel to you
and now my hands won't stop shaking
and my breath feels all floaty
as if even as i breathe slowly
nothing's happening at all
i don't remember who you are
i miss you but i don't
i miss who you were
and i know about change and time and hearts
i know that sometimes people grow apart
i'm not a child
but i was
such a short time ago
and so were you
so where's the damage at?
i'm scared, love
did i know you then?
do you know me now?
and was the person i am now
hidden inside the child i was?
and if so, did you only know the mask i wore
or did i let you see my face?
please help, i guess i didn't realize
how terribly alone we really are
Aug 1, 2017
Aug 1, 2017 at 11:49 PM UTC
His rich, mellifluous smoothness is
Exceedingly sweet, slick, and poetic
Pure, perennial, and ethereal
His distinctly delectable smell
Lingers ever so seamlessly
On my magnificent delicate neck
In the warm solacing Saturday morning
I take immaculate satisfaction
In the brightness and delightfulness
Of his metallic masculine flesh
Coalescing with my soft, pleasant flesh
I am highly mesmerized by
His gleaming essential dreaminess
How he arouses my inner world
Sketches his infinitely alluring art
On the fresh heavenly pages
Of my beating heart
May 14, 2022
May 14, 2022 at 6:05 PM UTC