"fantasied" poems
my words are real, sometimes fantasied,
the feelings true, sometimes it hasn't bloom.
i'm a dreamer, hopeless romantic,
i can't help it, they're so attractive.
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 9:27 AM UTC
Right in the middle of my dreadful life
You color it with a blissful love
Love, that somehow, made me realize
that reality can be a paradise
For a while, it works
Yet time passes by,
It fades
Looking at those sprinkled glitters in the sky
like how I used to gaze in your eyes,
I remembered all the promises
That you shattered into pieces
I suddenly fall into sadness so sweet
that memories sneak out of my eyes,
As my imaginations, filled with our images
River of tears continuously flows
You were the wish I wish upon a shooting star
You were the prince I fantasied in my fairy tale
You were the inspiration of my dreams
You were a glimpse of my everything.
As I sigh a smoke of sadness
drunk on the idea of happiness
As the wind blows by
I just let myself fly high.
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 11:35 AM UTC
Women like
the skyscraper
He's cultured
so dapper
And on paper how
we perceive things
it goes along
way too print
His hands showing
nakedly walks of hints
He's up to stunts
Whose the one to blame
What credibility made
you want an
old flame
Or to write like you
never danced
nakedly before
Feeling lost after the glow
graveyard shift hours slow
Her body like the naked
breeze air show
Ever Sunday brunch
Was divinity like
Velvet
Naked but it
never shines
In Philadelphia
The College boy
Alpha he loved Rina
Moaning for Lisa
Those Scholarships
And his lady
Left stains on his
white collar
Business trips
The fantasy-scape
Like the ship of her
naked tip nail's
Going to the
****** Islands sail
He got the writer
all roped into him
Like her poem was
his script let it arrive
with him
And their words
Were like no other trip
Admiration another naked
talk vacation
But in reality, they weren't
naked to be fantasied
To contemplate is
this really
Our time for fate
The temptation is
always there
Like the cross leg road
He's the intersection
My mind is inside all
his fragments
To meet our perception
Like a writer's block
Goes a long way
to anyone
Reaction
The kiss lipstick color beyond naked
Fit so well French Connection
Language goes beyond
anyone that is naked
Salacious, Delicious,
Ambitious, Notorious
Amourous, naked generous
Without being naked
Delirious
Golden naked mounds
He groans and it's
quite normal
to be yourself and growl
like Wolf or a Fox
She's the Triscuit
He loves his Southern
tasting biscuits
He puts his suit on
Dash of pepper
and salt
Are the stars at fault
Over his shoulder
He wraps her around
She felt a freeze
Wanting to hear the
naked truth
She was his cherry
He played his basketball dunk
Her naked cream
The naked writer
in between got drunk
Her leg crosses and
He's the tie being
crossed she was in
her flip flops
The writer kept her heart
of his message with
cute pups
Well the naked writer
received An unusual box
and she was naked LOL
Jun 17, 2018
Jun 17, 2018 at 12:09 PM UTC
What if i just packed my bags and ran away,
never showed up through the light of day,
This life seems like a paradox we live throughout our own thoguhts,
this world, the touch, the love we see and feel, is it even all real?
One day when i lay through my flower bed,
am i in a matrix of never ending dreams, from horror and love to all things that seem real when i lay my head to sleep?
Dreams are recurring but so is this life, so tell me this now
are we in a dream when we open our eyes, or do we just dream when we close our eyes?
I want to feel love, no pain but pleasure,
I want to seek something more high of a real temptation to live in this world,
but when you're trapped with just your fantasied thoughts,
how can we truly know when to stop?
Jan 2, 2021
Jan 2, 2021 at 9:51 AM UTC
You deserved to feel safe
and i'm sorry the pressure to be more
Will always be crazy and cruel
And I wish I had saved you,
Being young was meant to be all fun and games
Not torture and pain
And i'm sorry it took so long
To start fixing us up
We fantasied about a better place
One with love and smiles
not bruises and cuts,
Scary ex's and nightmares
We've always had to be strong
and plan for definite futures
Someday we meet someone with a heart of gold
and loose them to our fears
Don't be afraid of the good
It keeps us safe and not our fears
Jun 4, 2023
Jun 4, 2023 at 9:45 AM UTC
Everyday as I cross this road, here
you pass me flashing a sunny smile,
its magic, touches my being
changing this colorless life awhile.
At the broad display wall, a casual glance, I'd cast
and think"Such a smile would look nice over there"
Today, a miracle touched my heart with its feather,
your face in its liveliest best, on posters,
are displayed on the same wall I fantasied.
*The caption proclaimed:"She is the next big star"
This jaywalker never would see you hereafter.*
Oct 13, 2012
Oct 13, 2012 at 12:14 AM UTC
Here we are
where we were
we talked
we fantasied
we had illusions about us
Here we are
where we were
we whined
we fought
we scared each other
Here we are
where we were
we kissed
we caressed
we made love
Here we are
where we were
we toyed with our hearts
we,us,our kisses were full of lies
we,us,our love perished
we drowned
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 9:39 AM UTC
My springtime's never ending suns
I carry sunglow from window to bed,
planning, when the next day has come,
just as soon as the pets are fed,
and I've tidied up my empty head,
walked the dog, give cat the cream,
to run and jump and skip and play
not laze around and sleep and dream...
Too late! my pet's wet chomping jaws
send my dreams to damp moist earthy days
of screaming pterodactyls & dinosaurs...
My summer sun's they always shone
so brightly that they hurt my eyes,
and I hid and wished it, Begone!
with my false exasperated sighs...
I lazed around and fantasied,
conjured darkness for my needs,
and willed self toy for troglodytes
so dreamily these beasts use my hands on me
on dark cave floor's breed in me, such dreams...
Of Hekate's hounds entering... in my mind
behind the private door's of my eyes.
Now my Autumn comes crashing down
there's earlier settings of darker suns,
troglodytes and hell's hounds keep me bound
on stiff stalking legs ***** one-eyed proud
as creeping winters begin to run...
My pale face mirrored as I count my sum,
of my omniverse to find it finally means,
of my dreams this whole world wide,
dream leads to this... Whereof? I cannot dream...
Nov 11, 2022
Nov 11, 2022 at 7:05 AM UTC
Once I was pretty sad
but my dad
made me feel glad
We walked down a street
while he said ;
There is someone I would like you to meet
& not a moment soon
I got my first balloon
How overwhelmed was I !
over exited & fantasied !
A bit confused !
I wasn't sure
How this was to be used
Little did I notice
my tears faded fast
I ran here and there
completely forgetting about the past
But alas !
Less I knew
My new friend could fly
He got lost into the sky
As he drifted out of sight
I wished I could have hold it tight
My eyes filled with tears
Dad wrapped me in his arms
To remind me he was here !
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 1:19 AM UTC
~
of her are
countless stories told,
ancient face angelic;
some think she a
seductive mistress,
while some see none,
but lunar cold.
but others find
her gaze majestic;
never sleeping,
memories keeping,
always watching,
ever seeking... as the
world below unfolds.
eyes that
never turn aside,
her tidal draw,
that ne’er subsides;
and flows within,
her mother's pride;
for even when
we see her not,
unbroken gaze,
men's deeds engraves;
of ev'ry tribe,
the fateful scribe;
she the keeper
of this race!
~
post script.
*since childhood i have found the moon to be entrancing... both beautiful and mysterious. surely i am not alone in conjuring mystical theories and fantasied metaphors for our lovely lady above!*
as the ever watchful eye in the heavens above, do you, like me, wonder if just maybe it is she who metes out justice, who deals man's swift reward? and what if, just maybe, those who to our eye, seem to escape the consequence of their actions, who seem to skate along unscathed... what if their consequences are simply too great to unveil in this realm, and instead, she, the fateful, faithful scribe has rendered and reserved for them in the next, their recompense and just reward? i shudder to think of it!
~
Mar 23, 2019
Mar 23, 2019 at 11:58 PM UTC
Everything is blurred:
Beclouded and befogged.
I need an illumination, as his smile captures my eyes.
Dim and dusky, I ask myself, 'What's going on?'
I need to be closer.
But as I go closer, the harder for me to see...
As the sound of his voice diminished as our distance from it increased.
And it hits me-- a tear fell from my eye as his shadows gone for a while,
like the chances we have-- blurred and fantasied.
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 8:09 AM UTC
I am the one
That made you cry
I am him
That made you lie
You fantasied
You want my sky
You want my clouds
You want to fly
You took a pill
Then hop on a plane
To come and find
I am the rain I’ll make you reign.
You okie , I’m okay
Make a right , I’m alright.
Are you down to ride ?
Smell my scent and my life
You can but deny
I am him
I am him
The one you despise
The one you like.
Aug 11, 2019
Aug 11, 2019 at 3:05 AM UTC
And so it aches, I know you thought for sure,
all the blood in your lungs was a metaphor for your lord,
and a pain so divine, that you could only find,
in a world made for you,
that’s become all too human in truth,
and secrets that it’s kept,
over which you’ve wept,
beautiful in theory,
glorified in history,
are only fantasied in youth,
but all too human in truth.
And we could all scream out,
stop that coming train,
a relentless mass of understanding,
that’s pounding at the brain.
but all we have are symbols,
to help tie up what is loose,
that a world that wasn’t made for us,
has become all too human in truth.
Jul 24, 2012
Jul 24, 2012 at 10:38 PM UTC
One time
I felt as though we knew each other
In a way no one knew us
A few times
I thought of the way your voice speaks me and my heart jumps saying "maybe"
Several times
I fantasied about what it would be like if you were mine and I was yours
A dozen times
I laid in my bed confused about where I was supposed to go in order to meet someone as perfect as you
More times than I can count
I did not want another
Because with us, it would be as easy as breathing
And I don't know why you can't see that
Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 11:42 AM UTC
Tonight, I want to sleep with you.
I don't mean I want to have *** I don't even mean I want to make love.
I just want to crawl into bed with you and sleep.
I want you to keep me cozy, and wake me if I have nightmares.
I often do.
In turn I'll whisper soft sweet fantasied promises into your ear, and then tickle you until you cry from laughter so the mood doesn't get too heavy.
I want to forget about yesterday, let today fade away, and ignore tomorrow. I just want you, your steady breathing, the beat of your heart, and the snowflakes out the window.
I want your cobalt eyes to be the last thing I see each night.
And I want to pretend we can last forever.
Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 8:30 AM UTC
I always fantasied about what I would say to you
The next time I saw you
Spilling my guts in my mind
Saying every word that I hoped inflicted pain towards you
But knowing me
I'd keep my mouth shut and walk away
Somehow still hoping you'd know what I was thinking
Aug 23, 2013
Aug 23, 2013 at 3:49 PM UTC
the average becomes the normal and the normal becomes the fantasied. the everyday took to long to grab my attention and I was left on the side of the road. The side that was in the sun, it burned my skin to a crisp and I was only left with the ashes. The ashes that represented the normal, the everyday, the fantasy that I can never get back.
if you dare bring it back, thats unheard of. if you leave it as is your a traitor. something to be ashamed of, you better fix it.
Oct 29, 2018
Oct 29, 2018 at 12:23 AM UTC
You read these as poems
Got fantasied
Feel emotional
But,these're not like that
These're statement of a sleepless mind
Tottering on the lonely lanes of a metro
Searching some relax of mind
A l'll bit but a nap for a while
I search a lot in daylight
I visit each & every shop
But everyone refused of having sleep-Written on 20.09.2012
Sep 19, 2016
Sep 19, 2016 at 2:35 PM UTC
began with you
Updated July 2019
I began with you. I think it over. Nights that pass when we no longer sleep together. We lay next to each other as your body carries you away. Repeatedly, I watch you. I pack up my things because we have no home in together. Buddies are what we feel like. Will romance ever have a chance to live? I hope for one day a change that aligns up with this love you claim. I look at you to tell you I love you, your gaze at me is one of disdain. Yet even in that, I hang hopelessly in said love. Will you change for me too? I am numb.
I began with you. I moved here for a love that we fantasied of, but did not put your hands to. I feel like a punching bag, getting each blow from previous relationships that have scorned you. Once done, the vibe shifts into this strange charge that illuminates the disconnect, the lack of between us. It takes time, you say. But when I wait to see an action from your heart, nothing.
I began with you but ended up with me. It is almost as if you were hoping time does the convincing for you. What if time gave us the love we needed? There would be no need for companionship. While you say there is no one else on your radar, we know better. Someone motivated by love would do all they could to keep it together. Keep it real. Mom always taught me love is an action word designed by God to reveal. But I wait. Wondering what I did to deserve this type of bait that hooked me so easily. The kind of ship that only one person is present in. My heart is drained; will it heal? I’m not so sure I believe in love anymore.
Used all up, I began with you. I pray for you, more than I pray for myself. I just hope I’m strong enough to survive when the real reason you’ve been withdrawn reveals itself. I’ve been nothing but transparent, wishing your listening is matched with fresh new choices to pick up your end of this space. Otherwise, my life has been ruined, and this time again, a waste.
I begin with me.
Jan 7, 2020
Jan 7, 2020 at 5:34 AM UTC