"dreamworld" poems
With a heavy sigh, I go to bed at night, laying down to finally rest,
Just to awake in my personal heaven, a realm of sweetness and bliss,
Flowers of all kinds, trees with angel trumpets bound to golden chain,
As the lilies are touched by a soft breeze, giving off their nice scent,
I spirit away to purely engage and sympathize with other but pure fury or the sadness which has been sealed within my heart since then,
Snowdrops and buttercups form a way to a single jasmine near a river of the purest water, which is alike a shining star, majesticly sparkling,
The sky is starlit, each in their orbit whilst the golden light of the sun still reaches through, warming my cold skin comfortingly, delicately,
Taking a seat I glance at what the table has presented before my eyes,
Sweets, with sour yet aromatised orange juice anda large cheesecake,
Then, suddenly, a single seagull draws near, weeping for affection,
Together with bunnies and bumblebees buzzing around the flowers,
Even now all the hummingbirds harmonise in a soft orchestra,
And no frightened creature cries, they draw together in happiness,
Yet I feel the absence of something which I hold very dear to me,
Because you my dear lover, remain as my sweetest dream
~ Umi
Mar 12, 2018
Mar 12, 2018 at 3:16 PM UTC
i woke up this morning
with a snowflake on the tip of my nose
and i thought i became a sleepwalker.
its the first time that im haunting
the dreamworld
with my eyes wide open
and i believe.
i was sleeping actually. and it was
fog
and hoarfrost
and everything smelled of oranges.
mom says it smells like Christmas
but i dont sense any pine-tree.
so no.
the snowflake melted and i still did not wake up and i almost had a panick attack because i was not sleeping, i was not awake either and i was home, where it is impossible for snowflakes to fall.
tangerines. yes. not oranges.
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 3:18 PM UTC
The infinity of lights made her feel infinite
Safe
Like all the light would drive out the dark in this glowing city
One
She was as vast as the vast city around her
New York
Chicago
Seattle
all
or
None of the above
Dream World
Safe
Safe enough to jump
Not really to jump
Maybe more to fly
The fear did not affect her action
In her hazy dream world city
She could fly she thought
She places her feet on the slippery unforgiving iron
Stepping Up
Looking Down
The fear was still not there
This was not a suicidal act
She wanted to jump
Not so much to jump as to fly
King of this concrete jungle
The ***** of the heart
The pulse of the hand
The breathlessness
The final step
Shes soaring now
Shes falling now
flying:soaring:floating
falling:flailing:breaking
you won't break yourself if you believe you can't
There's the confliction
The child that believes she can fly
The grown girl who lays broken to die
Her body is broken like a cartoon
Like Wile E cayote after falling off some boulder
There was a whole body
There was not
blood
guts
or reality
Hazy dreamworld city
In this flowing capital she beams with a twisted sense of perseverance
She sustains no injuries
Like tripping on those uneven breaks of pavement
They say you're never supposed to sleep through the falls in the falling dreams
The pit of the stomach
Winded
Clammy
Punched in the stomach
Falling Dreams
Yet she did
Why was the fear not there?
It was not in her sleep cycle
not on top of the skyscraper in hazy dreamworld city
She saw her broken body rise to life
Why could she sleep through the fall?
And the next sky scraper she fell from
...Not in hazy dreamworld city
...Would she walk away?
Was she jumping from the money that built that skyscraper?
Or the classic Freudian symbol, dream specialists might contend
Translation of one image onto another
So I was jumping away from men
Commitment
What's new?
Spend money and time
Loose friends and crime
Jumping away from reality
Soaring now
Falling now
Falling into the flowing light of the hazy dreamworld city
As flies will always return to fluorescent light bulbs, naive
Like if she got close enough to it
She would become it
She would consume it
The light would consume her
Illuminated
The dark expelled to the smallest corners of this earth
flying in this hazy dreamworld city.
Jun 24, 2012
Jun 24, 2012 at 7:16 PM UTC
My eyes they start to close
as my mind does drift away
I slip from conscious thoughts
to a dreamworld without delay.
I dream of slaying dragons
and of basking in the sun
oh this dreamworld that I go to
is filled with wondrous, merry fun.
I am the king of dreamworld
I can do whatever I please.
I can drive a lamborghini
or I can sail the seven seas.
I can speak another language
and throw touchdowns for the Saints.
Oh dreamworld, oh dreamworld
you are so much more than great.
Oct 22, 2012
Oct 22, 2012 at 7:05 AM UTC
The artist evokes his tormented psyche
Through gestural abstraction
a systematic colorfield emerges
The blurring of dreamworld and reality
All pretensions dissolve
But…
Critics still criticize
Snobs still scoff
the creative will still drink and drug themselves the death.
whichever way the wind blows
that’s where my dreams escape me
They transform to Queens of Hearts and Princesses of utter
Royal
Baroque
Beauty
Bygone
Be Gone
my heart must resist
I will not be controlled by the guild
Caravaggio kept painting until he got killed
Went insane like most artists
Couldn’t stop before he got his fill
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 4:37 PM UTC
d o you want me to leave you so soon?
r eality can be a deadly thing, do you want to leave this dreamworld?
e scaping me can be hard
a nd loving me, even harder.
m aybe we can live in harmony, me & you
i magine the possibilities.
n othing can replace what we have,
g ot that?
i hope you don't take me to
s eriously, it's all just a game, laugh along.
m y oh my,
y ou really are a freak, lighten up ***** it's just a game.
o nly a crybaby would cry over something so small.
n arcissist ***** you think you're actually doing something great?
l ies are all they tell you, don't feed into their stupid postivity.
y ou're only as good as dust.
e ven as you write your pointless poetry hiding that you're
s cared to be alone,
c rying because you have no friends
a nd living up up in your head all day like a god **** idiot.
p lease, give me a break from your madness
e veryone can see you're just as pathetic as me.
Oct 13, 2018
Oct 13, 2018 at 8:36 PM UTC
The infinity of lights made her feel infinite
Safe
Like all the light would drive out the dark in this glowing city
One
She was as vast as the vast city around her
New York
Chicago
Seattle
all
or
None of the above
Dream World
Safe
Safe enough to jump
Not really to jump
Maybe more to fly
The fear did not affect her action
In her hazy dream world city
She could fly she thought
She places her feet on the slippery unforgiving iron
Stepping Up
Looking Down
The fear was still not there
This was not a suicidal act
She wanted to jump
Not so much to jump as to fly
King of this concrete jungle
The ***** of the heart
The pulse of the hand
The breathlessness
The final step
Shes soaring now
Shes falling now
flying:soaring:floating
falling:flailing:breaking
you won't break yourself if you believe you can't
There's the confliction
The child that believes she can fly
The grown girl who lays broken to die
Her body is broken like a cartoon
Like Wile E cayote after falling off some boulder
There was a whole body
There was not
blood
guts
or reality
Hazy dreamworld city
In this flowing capital she beams with a twisted sense of perseverance
She sustains no injuries
Like tripping on those uneven breaks of pavement
They say you're never supposed to sleep through the falls in the falling dreams
The pit of the stomach
Winded
Clammy
Punched in the stomach
Falling Dreams
Yet she did
Why was the fear not there?
It was not in her sleep cycle
not on top of the skyscraper in hazy dreamworld city
She saw her broken body rise to life
Why could she sleep through the fall?
And the next sky scraper she fell from
...Not in hazy dreamworld city
...Would she walk away?
Was she jumping from the money that built that skyscraper?
Or the classic Freudian symbol, dream specialists might contend
Translation of one image onto another
So I was jumping away from men
Commitment
What's new?
Spend money and time
Loose friends and crime
Jumping away from reality
Soaring now
Falling now
Falling into the flowing light of the hazy dreamworld city
As flies will always return to fluorescent light bulbs, naive
Like if she got close enough to it
She would become it
She would consume it
The light would consume her
Illuminated
The dark expelled to the smallest corners of this earth
flying in this hazy dreamworld city.
Jun 24, 2012
Jun 24, 2012 at 7:19 PM UTC
We were in this small cafe on our morning
tea break
Me and some of my work colleagues
Someone inquired after my wellbeing
How I was
I motioned with my hand as if to say 'So, so"
Then I said
"I'm still a bit shaky"
'Why", they said, "what happened to you ?"
I answered "I was in a car crash last night"
"What!!!", they all said really concerned, "you shouldn't have come to work today, you should have stayed at home... you might be in
shock!"
Then I said 'It was only a dream'. I went on "Yea, I dreamt I was in a car
crash
I was driving down this terrible winding
mountain road
Like something you'd get over in Italy
It was like a spiral staircase, going round and
round
All these terrible bends
And the car it's getting faster and I know I'm
starting to lose control
So for a moment I look down trying to figure
out the controls
But suddenly when I look up again we've
overshot a Bend
And We're heading straight into a wall
It's like everything goes into slow motion
You know there's no avoiding it
You can only brace yourself for the impact
And then BAM!! POW**!!! .....
And then I can't remember what happened
after that.
Maybe I became unconscious"....then looking
at them all around the table I said
"Maybe I'm still unconscious, maybe I'm just dreaming you guys sitting here
right now
Maybe the dreamworld is the real world
And the real world but a dream...(tapping my finger on the table) a solid dream"
Then I took a sip of my coffee and said
"One thing...the coffee tastes nicer over on
this side".
May 31, 2023
May 31, 2023 at 4:35 PM UTC
As your hand travels frivolously
To rest on my leg
My quiet heart races
Then faints
Awakened, I'm dizzy
And I look around
I'm not where I was
This is different ground
In this dreamworld
I wander
You take my hand
And lead me onward
There are teacups of chocolate
And rainbows of cream
Pathways of gum drops
In this delicious dream
I weep happy tears
As you lay here with me
On this sunken silk
Made of soft candy
Like sunken ships
Our feelings plummet
Into the sweet sea
They had just met
They descend into peace
Tranquility and ease
With every breath lost
They gave a tight squeeze
From one hand to the other
Between cold lips
Sweet nothings were murmured
And their tale was told
Waves turned to flame
Covered in fire
The cold left quick
Flames the new squire
The minty swirls
Overlapped and smothered
The orange licks of flame
In the dimming light
Our bodies dissolved
On lustful tongues
Our cries were not heard
From our disappearing lungs
Mar 31, 2013
Mar 31, 2013 at 5:19 PM UTC
I remember being just a little girl,
and dreaming of rainbows and diamond rings,
and all sorts of pretty things,
living in a world where there was no one who wasn't happy,
Geez, I was way off,
Now I see,
that the world isn't what it seems to be,
and those who are happy, are lucky,
lucky that the world was kind to them,
kind enough to let them live,
in a world that hasn't tried to **** them,
at least once or twice,
My childhood recollection of dreaming of
diamond rings and other pretty things,
seems to be only a figment of the human imagination nowadays,
now its all filth, greed, and gore,
in a world where no one cares about anyone but themselves,
but, I'm beginning to realize, thats what you have to do to survive,
because with everyone caring for themselves,
theres no one to care for others,
meaning they have to do it themselves to,
not bothering to look out for anyone else along the way,
Childhood wasn't easy for me,
I'll admit that easily,
but I had dreams,
Dreams that were only crushed with time, and reality,
making me realize that the human imagination thinks up crazy things,
including, but not limited to,
a world where everyone is basking in pure happiness and delight,
without even a single drop, of sadness, or strife,
because that, my friends, that is a true dream world,
one where everything is perfect,
But that doesn't exist here,
perfection is a true dream,
I call it a dream,
because its definitely not reality.
Nov 10, 2012
Nov 10, 2012 at 3:50 PM UTC
No regret,
But a realization,
That life is bigger than success.
That life means to share smiles,
Farther & wider,
No pains.
Share just happiness,
Ignore the sadness and laugh,
Nobody else cares about your tears.
In my dreamworld,
I had ignored my happiness,
Searched happiness in others' smiles.
This is a real world,
Survival of just the fit ones,
Traumatized live the idealist fools.
Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 3:37 AM UTC
I strut with confidence alongside her; she "fails" to acknowledge me
I try to attain her attention with my friends; she continues to ignore us three?
We decide of something else. We chose to go up to her and join her party
Whilst remained fixed on her dress which was Sacramento and sparkly
Bedazzled from her dress it seemed I was in the dreamworld
I had somehow dreamed that she approached with a kiss and swirled.
"Time to do it"I had repeated to myself. I grabbed her hand. I twirled her like a figure skater.
Finally,I found out she or he was a transgender, so...later?
Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 1:13 PM UTC
Do you sense
when I dream about you?
Easier for you to appear
in my subconscious
I suppose
than in waking time
Mar 20, 2013
Mar 20, 2013 at 11:12 AM UTC
I´m building something
that is not you
It looks and tastes and smells
like you
but my invention
has made it
worthy
eternal bliss
I am in love with the you
that I feel
under the sheets
of my dreamworld
across the river
from the you that is devious
and deceitful
and wants me not
though the beast´s
giant mouth
will swear it
I have made you out
into this god of
love and beauty
and blinded stay
to the
mediocre
giant ******
of your soul
Mar 23, 2010
Mar 23, 2010 at 8:36 PM UTC
The cloud,
A formless palace in the sky,
Drifts by in the haze of this fleeting dreamworld:
Out the window that keeps me separate
From the freedom of its emptiness
As if to enter it's glittering void of star and city light
Would immediately dissolve it into its own abyss...
Consecrated by this boundary
This metal bubble drifts through
This most intangible of kingdoms:
Empire for the passing bird
Who never stop here
To make their home
But ride along the fallow winds
That blow in this world of transition.
How I long
To join the darkened skies,
And drift among the passing clouds:
To live forever in the flux and flow
Of the homelessness of empty space.
But I am not asleep tonight
As dreams fly me outside this shell
Made of flight and metal hollow
To the wind's cry in my new domain.
But ground draws me towards its wake
For dreams that flew me from its grasp
As my world falls from me like a stone
And from this,
My kingdom
I stand overthrown.
Sep 14, 2012
Sep 14, 2012 at 6:54 PM UTC
*From far away has come
what lies beneath Dreamworld~
Inimical insomnia rises from below.
Lyrical temperance painted on walls,
walls of wonder, walls of gold.
Perseverance seizes my dryness
written alone with kitten ink~
And steals these sentiments of shyness
Speaking with an internal imp,
Rhythmical synthesis, words suddenly cringe.
And slowly we become rivers,
we become photographs without sun~
I release my eyes on your throat,
Reflections without borders,
*********** behind God.
My decadence prayed for madness,
and knock on thine heavenly doors~
But what are we but just a lonely song?
A little music lost, a melody untold
But all and by all, we were just like tracks in the snow.*
Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 4:01 AM UTC
Dear Elizabeth (Part III.)
I know he did you wrong all those years
As you shed over thirty million tears
All he did was wanting to ****
Taking when and whatever he wanted for the chaotic thrill
His mind living in a fantasy violent filled dreamworld
Killing over thirty-eight plus girls
As he beguiled, with a stealthy smile
The jury should’ve decided to send him to exile
Hurting so many women, children and others on the head
With his velvet crowbar, when police were searching for a unknown man named ‘Ted’
The girls he hurt, never got a chance to be mothers
With Molly never wanting to leave your side
Your perpetual love for Ted had eventually died
Lying, constantly stealing and cheating you never once deserved that
Dealing with the perpetual negative crap
You were his Miss Americana
As he was your Heartbreak Prince
Theodore unknowingly beat and broke a lot of limbs
Right under your nose
Going back and fourth with bodies to Taylor Mountain to dispose
He could be quiet but at times act arrogant
Wishing he could be a governor, senator or president
Unexpectedly turning into a brutal madman
He always had a secret love for Diane
In the back of his mind
With other women on the side
Never once broke his ego or pride
You accurately decided to turn him in
Then regretfully went straight for the gin
Turning your life into a three-sixty tailspin
Theodore got what he deserved
With death row he served
It’s been thirty-two years since he’s vanished
Finally feeling loved and cherished
You’re no longer alone and withdrawn
There are no other men like him, thank God
That Theodore finally deserved what he got, getting caught
Over forty years those events are apart of American history
Your life with him is no longer in misery, but a victory
Theodore’s atrocious actions, taught us women to watch out for our loved ones and surroundings
As we go out on fun outings
With new people we just meet
Out in the city street
I’m so sorry went through all of this
He’s now gone into a dark abyss
But you did what you had to do
If I were you, I’d do the exact same thing too
Enjoy life’s greatest pleasures
Getting all the happiness that life gives you,adventures
Jan 7, 2022
Jan 7, 2022 at 11:04 PM UTC
We are but a blinding light,
blinding life and all it's might.
when she sees us, it is all blur.
stars become puffs of light and the moon is
trapped in a glowing sac.
O life is a kaleidescope of chances,
of choice and of left footed dancers.
and when we rest all we see is darkness,
when our bodies die in bed we are free,
we roam the dreamworld like a nomad,
we walk and never see our own hands...
we climb the hills of evergreen,
we ride the blades of the windmills,
we swim the rivers of wine and honey,
we bite the cherries and spit whisky on melancholies. . .
and then we wake. . .
with blood in our lips,
we smirk at life
and we all die once again,
like it all really happened.
Jun 7, 2010
Jun 7, 2010 at 9:10 AM UTC
Light filters through our dusty screens
And scatters particles on your sleeping form,
Peacefully unaware and running about
In your dreamworld.
I listen to your steady breathing, matching
Mine in rhythm as I let my fingers
Dance across your flushed cheeks,
Red splotches on a pale canvas.
I place a kiss upon your forehead,
And you mumble something in your
Sleepy stupor, not quite sure
What place to be awake in.
My limbs are getting stiff,
Stuck in one position for too
Long, but I don’t want to wake you;
Not yet.
I take a risk, shifting my body
To find a more comfortable spot
Next to yours.
Moving slowly, our skin sticks
Together like a mild adhesive
And you shift as well.
In that place, not quite awake
And not quite asleep,
Your arms wrap around
Me and your lips catch a kiss.
Whispers occur.
I whisper “I love you”;
The sheets talk to one
Another around our skins;
The traffic outside our window,
Down on the street below,
Shouts muffled obscenities
In the small hours of our morning;
The clocks and the clicking fridge
Cackle in the kitchen, and the
Drip-drip-dripping of the coffee ***
Begins a bittersweet smell.
But all I see, all I think is
“Oh darling, how I love you so”
As your breath catches for just
One second, and your blue eyes
Creak open, see me, and the sun
Dances across your face in the
Most beautiful smile.
That, my dearest, is the reason to get up in the morning.
Oct 6, 2012
Oct 6, 2012 at 10:12 PM UTC
golden leaves kiss the ground, as i sit innocently on the park bench. watching carefully. it must be autumn. the golden leaves.
colorful birds sing harmonies of another universe, i don’t feel human. i feel crushed by my own insanity. my flesh is no more, im actually a soul.
a young boy looks cheerful on a swing, he’s reciting love poems. he reminds me of me, actually he’s the younger me. my former self on a journey to self-discovery.
the golden leaves start to fly away. the birds fly away and the bench disappears. the golden memory of autumn starts to fade.
suddenly the cold breeze comforts my loneliness. it must be winter. the forest loses its beauty, and all is bare. the trees feel naked.
i dress myself in creativity and try to imagine beauty in such a dead place. im all alone in the park. winter looks dreadful and miserable, i can see it in its face.
the wind whispers. the wind can actually speak to me. it told me to stop worrying. it told me to only leave room for my passion for words.
i realised my dangerous faith in people. i started seeing children run around, cheerful with their peers. every single color starts to show, flowers are blooming. people are smiling, the streets are filled with laughter. happiness. it must be spring.
as i step on the sidewalk and admire creation, a smile illuminates the entire scene. it must be her. it was some kind of euphoric high. rose red cheeks that had me holding onto myself for dear life, i was infatuated.
she disappears. spring fades. a warm breeze comforts my loneliness. i see a river, crystal, so clear. i can see artists, poets, and writers infecting the river with creativity, they add life to it. it must be summer. happy thoughts ride my soul.
metaphors & similes touch me deep within. they caress my soul. my mind is my escape.
these are the seasons in my mind. this is my dreamworld.
now you know what happens inside my mind. well, actually that’s not everything.
Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 10:29 AM UTC
I reach out in my sleep.
I claw at the wall behind my head.
I cry out, wounded.
I toss from left to right.
I reach out in my sleep.
For someone far away.
The skin I haven't touched
For a life I cannot know.
I reach out in my sleep.
To a dreamworld full of no.
It's red and black.
For blood and death.
I reach out in my sleep.
In search of something white.
For hands that fist and rest.
For your mouth on top of mine.
I reach out in my sleep.
Hoping to find you there.
Jul 13, 2011
Jul 13, 2011 at 9:41 AM UTC
Sitting alone on the park bench
watching the sun set,
While feeling all alone
a beautiful stranger i met.
He said his name was Johnny
he already knew my name
Johnny was so perfect
with him, it just wasnt the same.
Johnny’s eyes were lovely
a darkened shade of brown
Johnny was there for me
with him i never wore a frown
Johnny drowned my sorrows
and johnny loved me so
johnny was so perfect
he promised he’d never let me go
whenever i felt alone
and so out of place
johnny was beside me
told me “dont give up this race”
Im so much happier now
i have somewhere i belong
Johnny is my voice
my strength to keep me strong
Johnny would hold me
when i’d start to cry,
when darkness had me surrounded
Johnny was my sky
sitting on the park bench
Im feeling all alone
I cannot find my johnny
he isnt there at home.
I called out to johnny
but the park was very quiet
I was crying now
and johnny didnt hear my plight
Johnny where are you?
Where did you disappear?
Johnny i cant find my way,
why did you leave me here?
People passed me by
staring at my face
No sign of my johnny
Not a single trace.
The dawn of truth struck me
shattering me like glass
i entered into the real world
dreamworld wouldnt last
Johnny was my imagination
johnny was from my mind
and while i was lost in dreamworld
to reality i was blind.
There never was a stranger
I was all alone,
still sitting on the park bench
far away from home.
see johnny didnt leave me
nor did he stop to care
while i was sitting on that park bench
a “johnny” was never there…
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 4:16 AM UTC
House of the heart, these vacant arms
Spaces yawning wide and deep as cratered moons
A star-strewn grayscale and rainbow dreamworld
The pounding like waves and hammered cities
Soul drop-off box and doors with sunshine keys
Girls and boys drink feathered eyes and brainmusic
Machine wash cold, tumble-dry bodies
Slinking off in a frenzied tangent, doubled over
To cachinnate at **** men without faces.
May 9, 2010
May 9, 2010 at 5:08 PM UTC
Can’t escape her,
not even in my dreams.
Last night she was there,
in my dream,
I was crying,
these eternal tears,
& instead of running away from me,
she took my head placed it on her shoulder,
& told me she was there for me & always would be.
Then I woke up.
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May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 7:56 PM UTC