"fantasise" poems
There is an image
Working to free my mind
From violent dawns
It probes at the backs of my eyes
It tells me I am prostituting myself
Here in my bedroom
In incestuous union with myself
I hallucinate and fantasise about
Doctors sons, butchers boys
Teenage thieves, deserters
Drug pushers, scandalous rent boys
Vagrants, pimps, prostitutes
And silk lingerie and don't care.
I sit destitute of thought
An insonce dissonance of macabre music
Playing out melodies of an image in my mind
Apr 12, 2012
Apr 12, 2012 at 4:42 PM UTC
I swore to myself I wouldn't get too attached.
I promised myself I wouldn't fantasise about you.
I knew there were many many other beautiful girls.
But I didn't know you were so **** charming.
And now...
I think I may have fallen.
For that I am sorry.
See loving you is a mistake.
Letting you in was a mistake.
I made a mistake.
And for that I am sorry.
Because I can't stand the way you love her.
And her friends.
And me.
And my friends.
You can't love all those people because souls aren't made for groups. They're made for pairs.
And after you...
I don't think I can ever find someone else who I can wholly love that much ever again.
Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 1:51 PM UTC
Sometimes,
I get cold as I lay in my bed -
And it hurts a lot...
Not being cold,
But the thoughts that my heart whispers to my mind.
Babe,
It's so lonely on those cold nights,
And I can't help but fantasise about wrapping my arms around your waist,
Whispering nonsensical confessions of love into your ear because my heart rate is too high, thus I can't sleep.
And resting my head on your shoulders and curling my body around yours when your warmth finally calms me down and your complaints ward off my attempts to irritate you.
Baby I wanna cuddle with you right now -
But it hurts having these thoughts,
Because you're not here
And well,
You're not mine...
Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 9:51 PM UTC
I cant wait to speak to you now
To see your face
Your my home
Your what i know
And when i said i hated you
It wasnt true
But i do hate what youve done to me
I hate that i love you
A little bit
A lot
Now
Now when i feel crazy
And then actually
Then when i said i hated you, cos i was crazy, cos i love you, and thats what this love has done to me, made me crazy, an thats what i hate.
Oh and now
Because your away and i cant see you and feel you and make you laugh, i really want to make you laugh
And see your smile
And taste your lips
And make you ***
I fantasise daily
About how im gonna tie you up and make you *** the night you get back
In reality il probably be shy
But i have friends, i have hobbies, i have important **** to do for **** sake
But im sitting here, missing you
Writing this
Recording shows and films on the box for us to watch together when you get back
The notebook
We have to watch the notebook
And im fine
Dont get me wrong im fine, i get to sleep okay
And im chillin, seein people, might see matt this week, talking to didi an toe, seeing family
Im fine, please dont get a big ego
But im just not
Home
Im not tingly
Or excited
I cant explain it
I dont have you
I dont have you in my arms an sometimes that makes me sad
And then i start thinking about all the things that iv done wrong
And all these great things im gonna do when ur back
I am, im going to appreciate you more
And im going to play cool a bit more
Dont know how im gonna do both
But i am
Im gonna appreciate you because i want to,
Because i look back on this short time weve been together and so many things that you have done for me make me smile, make me so grateful and make me so happy. Like the cash machine one :) and staying at my house when i was at work, and being patient when i dont know what to wear(corfu and tims)
And all this makes me think, **** What have i ever done for this boy
He is amazing and he loves me, **** knows why but he does and its insane
Oh and then im gonna play it cool, thats right
Im gonna play it cool because i dont want to ruin it
I dont want to show too much
Of my feelings of absolute passionate never-before-felt-like-this love!
And i dont want those nice things you do to stop
I dont want you to stop trying
Because its boring
Because you know youve got me
Got me ignoring other guys texts
Got me thinking about no one else but you
Got me absorbed in you
Got me missing you like crazy, writing stupid love notes at midnight, drinking rose on my own, when i havnt seen you for a mere two weeks
That kindov got me
Thats what you cant know
So im gonna miss you
But then im gonna see you
Soon
Soon im gonna wrap my whole body around yours like a vice
I wanna jump on you, i wanna run an jump when i see you like we used to do in the corridor of galbraith
Even tho i know im so heavy
You dont act like i am
And i wanna bury my head deep in your neck and kiss it
And now i cant write anymore
Cos its too much
So il watch kardashians
Take my mind of you
Not long now and il be home
I mean, you'll be home.
Aug 6, 2013
Aug 6, 2013 at 8:49 PM UTC
They wrap their arms
tightly around the other's
veined neck
clawing maniacally with
exposed teeth
and wild eyes.
a certificate;
their names as one,
ripped to shreds
but apparently
still valid.
and somehow,
when it's my turn,
I fantasise my arms
would lay limp
and his will, too.
But maybe
it's a glimmer of hope
of a candle in
interminable night--
wishful thinking.
Silly girl--
there is no romance
without menace.
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 3:46 AM UTC
I like to fantasise
Romanticise
Every single part of my life
I like to walk through the streets
Wearing rose-tinted glasses
With little swirls of blue and gold
That engulfs each thing I touch and see
In rippling hues
Of pure fantasy and beauty
Even the trash along the sidewalks.
May 26, 2021
May 26, 2021 at 8:29 AM UTC
There are people who cannot speak without smiling.
There are people who cannot cry without blaming.
And there are songs I cannot sing without dancing.
And I sing you like a song I heard when I was young.
And I love like I discovered the concept.
I want to teach you how.
How to feel...
How to sing...
The drizzle of rain hugs me.
The shadow of your eyes miss me...
I Want to sing you like a song I cannot dance to.
Oh my love, There are people who fantasise about freedom and then slowly build the walls to their own prison.
Nov 26, 2018
Nov 26, 2018 at 8:47 AM UTC
As I pack my luggage
With posters, quotes of motivation
in my little black book of faith,
I tell myself I can.
Despite knowing that in no time
I embark on
Seclusion and loneliness-
On an ineffable ride of a Roller Coaster.
Taking my emotions for the longest ride
Through its loops, loops & loops
and it's ups and downs-
Making me sick.
Sick with the thought of it being
Just only two weeks of a semester
With many more to complete,
Alone.
I fantasise daily, of when
life will stop controlling this and,
A day I could get out
And end this ride.
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 9:18 PM UTC
I rest in the quiet thoughts
that might involve tired arms
and unadorned hearts and faces
to fantasise boredom with you
is a new low/high to replace
my easy crippling everyday nowt
I currently know that
to fall asleep with you
unwashed and noisy tired
is all I think I need
Oct 17, 2021
Oct 17, 2021 at 2:45 PM UTC
Why are there people dreaming
of hell, a formless world
with leafless trees, beastly
people, thirsty victims
theatres where the murders are real
and of slogans written in blood?
Why do they fantasise like this
about a better life
about a new beginning?
Why are there people dreaming
of freedom, equality, fraternity
without prelates and politicians?
Why don't they sing
the song of humanity
Why
do they numb themselves
to explode
their pettiness?
Jun 8, 2023
Jun 8, 2023 at 3:28 AM UTC
i dream about your lips...
...they look nice
pleasantly pink and supple
delectable even
i’m sure they’ll feel so wonderful
placed delicately upon mine
i indulge in the thought of your touch
(warm and safe)
curled up at your side
breathing you in
your scent unknown to me
something i’m eager to decipher
once i am released from this cage
i promise to devour you
every inch of your body
no secrets between our skin
and if you so choose
...no clothes either...
just pure ecstasy
produced by the entanglement
of unveiled bodies
and teen angst
i fantasise about love
and how we might make it
time and time again
beside the purest of touch
(a soft embrace)
never forgetting it began with a song
and grew with isolation
cultivating longing
strengthening our bond...
...good enough...
...until the day i can hold your hand
Apr 28, 2020
Apr 28, 2020 at 6:30 PM UTC
I fantasise
About you and i
Because that's the only way
I can dream happy
The only way
I wont get hurt
May 17, 2021
May 17, 2021 at 1:32 AM UTC
I will never be the same again.
But truly who ever was I?
The foundation never formed,
All there ever was – is mourning.
Died then revived.
Died and revived once again.
Continuously digging myself up from the grave.
A wraith amongst the dead,
I cannot rest because I have never truly lived.
Necromancy upon my soul,
A constant yearning to finally be whole.
A body covered in dirt and scars.
Yet I am determined to make it beautiful.
A heart full of spite, yet bursting with love.
An incautious desire to one day be enough.
I refuse to rest until I experience what real, safe human touch feels like.
Place a hand upon my sulphuric body.
I was once so afraid but now I am begging.
Please take it away, please tell me I am not *****
I suppressed it all but now I'm overflowing.
I care not who you are, please just love me.
Lay me down amongst the green.
Put all your limbs on top of me.
Make imprints upon this rotten flesh,
until I can finally feel clean.
A body barren and hollow,
A body that only knows shame.
My bones are coated in it,
Words spewing it,
Tears pouring with it.
All I am is shame.
She used to smile so innocently when she was young.
With a laugh like a howling winds great bellow.
She would fantasise about her first love, I let her down.
Now I am screaming, snarling, spitting.
Resenting a world that I was foolish to trust.
Drive a stake through my heart,
I ask of you to wish me peaceful rest.
Hopefully this time I will not rise again.
Banished.
Jun 7, 2023
Jun 7, 2023 at 4:43 PM UTC
By Arcassin B & Wendy
AB: Spirits Are kind when you walk their way with virtue,
WS: Mysterious twinkles that ignite the soul within you,
AB: I tell myself time and time again to not stare directly
Right at you,
WS: Burning anothers heart with joy through and through,
WS:A depth transparency that trys so hard to hide your mysterious soul.
AB: I was afraid you'd show your face today , forever beautiful even
When your old.
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AB:
As beautiful as the footsteps that Jesus takes turning Grass
Into gold,
I place my thoughts where they were,
Making memories as I crash through the barriers of
a corrupted Mind,
I use to fantasise about the color of her eyes,
Struggling to get attention from her God-fearing
Stature and appearance lacking of disfiguration
Turning all the heads of the football teams that
Practiced just to get a chance to impress her likeness
In a kind enough "I don't care as long as your a good
Person" type of attitude,
While still inside of my shell I just hope I find the
Exact words the stumble into her heart and her
Mind and her soul letting it behold in shiny colors
Bouncing off aluminum through my bold,
Moves,
Probably not worthy of her time,
Causing sins under the blue skies,
I got alot on my mind,
Don't want her alone like Caroline,
Just sending shivers down my spine,
Wanna pursue her with all ties,
You're thinking your cool , she will never go for that,
With those beautiful eyes.
Jul 25, 2016
Jul 25, 2016 at 2:59 PM UTC
Life is beautiful - and yet
life is strange
life is tantalising my mind
its elusive jumps and starts
give it an impetus
as I unwind from nature's wonderful excess
undress and offer myself - soon
not yet
I expect you're wondering
as I am too
what will happen if I do
we'll have to fantasise it
because - as yet - we haven't met
Margaret Ann Waddicor 19th January 2016
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 9:17 AM UTC
she told me i should put my heart in a box and so i did
lined with alstroemerias and ever-closing eyelids
breeze rushing through hair thick with bleach and memories
blowing the dust of his handprints from the backs of my arms into the wind
first driving lesson dreaming of san diego sunshine
catch me outside in a year's time
lana del rey record playing in the 4x4
hand out the window california dreamin' eyes
ocean roaring far from my little 20 zone
i always did fantasise about being an optimist
never quite managed it
but she told me i should put my heart in a box and so i did
lined with alstroemerias and polaroid candids
and i still dream of sunshine and straight roads on a daily basis
even if i don't get to have all that i want and still get to be his
i've wasted too much of my life being bitter for me to feel the world's sweetness
but driving home under dusk could perhaps fix the rust while i'm sleeping
'cause on highways nothing's sad and nothing matters
even if the earth shatters, you just keep one eye on the dash and one in the sky
you can keep the speed, i'll keep the romance
rosy perfume surrounding me like a fortress
because she told me i should put my heart in a box and so i did
filled with old dreams filed under no longer relevant
and as much pain as i have felt i am lighter for it
can't help smiling as i reach for the coffee and start to pour it
Mar 19, 2019
Mar 19, 2019 at 9:09 AM UTC
I awaited naked on the bed
Waiting for the fireworks whilst
Fragrant jasmine clung to the air
My heartbeat hastened
Waiting for you to come
Chastened by my wanton ness
All the while awaiting you
Waiting to be cradled.
Elated by the night's promise
I sparkle in anticipation
Overstimulated I fantasise
Fireworks bang, clash and crash outside
Untranslated lust leave me and
The fireworks illustrated.
You, are finally here
My need to be consummated takes hold
You dominate my fire worked state of mind and nakedness
I shake and convulse like a sated rocket
Assassinated on the bed, we culminate
Wasted, elated
Blazoned lovers out animate
The fireworks.
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 4:04 PM UTC
I have the same questions
to my insignificant life
I allow myself to ask them
knowing they'll cut like a knife
Will they ever be answered?
I have so much doubt
most are the same questions
circling on a roundabout
These many cunning questions
are usually about those things
that often confuse me
and keep me questioning
Frequently they're ponderings
about things that 'just are'
many travel dangerously deep
the distance, too far
Apparently I'm not grounded enough
my Chakra tells me so
I drift off into fantasy
a world I'm not supposed to go
I need this precious place
to ponder many things
I like to fantasise
it's like having wonderful wings
To think about those questions
and the interferences in my life
wondering 'outside my bubble'
a space, like the dead of night
I can question my many thoughts
and my own troubled debates
or about my already written future
Do I trust too much in fate?
Who knows about these questions
they're as close as an annoying friend
I'll continue to spend my time questioning
until my days come to a questionable end
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 2:22 AM UTC
There are so many ways to tell you I love you
but they have all been said before and the words less true.
Instead I'll tell you a story, an anecdote, if you will.
One in which I hope you will find meaning.
Although the sentiment bears no embarrassment,
it may be a little revealing.
I've recently become obsessed with light.
I fantasise composition of sketches, I photograph flames contrasting their sinister shadows.
Oh, how light intrigues me!
A broad topic of fascination and awe, my thoughts scatter with wonder.
Yet, amidst this fantasy, I see you in every shade.
It's not that you are "the light of my life" or even "the light in the dark"; although I do see you in twinkles of a spark.
My love of light comes from a deep-rooted passion;
for finding combinations with enthusiasm.
How is it possible that light could affect mood?
Look at Rembrandt's etchings and you'll understand my point of view.
Light doesn't just enrich dark and vice versa.
Each subtle tone and shade compliment each other and reveal what another cannot.
That is what you are,
you reveal the best light in me,
you are my favourite shade.
Oct 16, 2015
Oct 16, 2015 at 4:32 PM UTC
Wasteful wallowing in a crumbling hollow dwelling
Obfuscating the obvious problems, scared from telling
A distracted dubious damnation,
I have craved temptation into
cramped every solitary sensation
and turned them to them sins, too.
So I fantasise, and rampantly
Agonise the logic in my mind
I dream of worlds without proportion
and engagements of moral absorption.
Til' I saturate my soul with images
of endless time and space.
In a stale solitary dimension
I weave tales of honorary mention
but forget their ascensions.
Broken wishes of impossible ambitions
With uncultural and isolated renditions
Of self-indulgent ordeals.
Brought upon by uncontrollable feels
and reeled beyond sense into the light
where my mind cannot be healed.
Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 3:00 PM UTC
when we do meet
too nervous to embrace
we greet one another
with guarded eyes and
cleverly disguised emotion
we might have been lovers once
in reality we are old friends
with nothing in common
but the unacknowledged longing
that binds us close
at what cost, missed opportunity?
I can dream, I can fantasise
yet always, there is the uncertainty
if we had been lovers once
had lain naked in each others arms
what then?
would we be lovers still?
would we still be friends?
Feb 15, 2012
Feb 15, 2012 at 1:15 PM UTC