Imagination
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I ran into the woods as the monsters chased me.
They could feel the pounding of my heartbeat with each step I took...
Thoomp-thoomp, thoomp-thoomp.
They wanted me dead, to carve out my heart and eat my soul.
Aimez, aimez maintenant
Aujourd'hui, pas demain
Oubliez le chagrin
Arrêtez de demander comment
Arrêtez de vous questionner
El amor es un sueño que comienza
El amor es una quimera que comienza
Es una bailarina que baila
Es un poeta que piensa
Farbe ist unwesentblich
Für Mich
Es ist die natürliche Schönheit
Was ist absolut
Schillernd und wichtig
Für Mich
Color is irrelevant
To me
It is the natural beauty
Which is absolutely
Dazzling and important
To me
THINKING ABOUT YOU
Thinking about you and seeing you in an every imaginations. Yet crave your voice to hear, can't get asleep I think I fell in the water for you. Love in the air. Thinking about you.
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Climbing high
falling down
next to a window
old, gray, dusty and cracked
Peering through
Darkness
Moving on through the clouds
Never ending journey
Passing wonderous and exciting sights
Boredom is an interesting concept
We are both at the peak for creativity and at for inactivity
We have nothing (of interest) to do
Yet it is at this time, there is everything to do
Five years old.
Clouds like eyes in the summer sky.
Fairies frolic through dandelion fields.
In a timeless abyss
I roll down grassy hills,
search for four leaf clovers
dance on the moons of mars,
I felt in love with him at first sight
with his dark brown eyes and colossal height.
He smiles at me as our eyes met.
Nightfall,
and with it an ominous chill,
then fear,
overpowering...
You hear the hoot of an owl,
smell woodsmoke,
see a cabin- there, in the clearing-
and you think, humans?
You know, I don't want to have any anger in this world.
I want to be kinder to all people,
Because there is a lot of evil in this world.
There are more evil people than good people who are getting smaller and smaller.
To be honest, sometimes I feel like I'm lost.
I'm lost in my thoughts, in my head.
There's a lot going on in my head.
Thoughts, imagination, dreams, love, loss,
Meaning in our life, happiness, mindfulness,
Words rattle inside my head, and remain unsaid. Why can't I seem to get them out? It's as though my brain is having a drought. I sit and ponder as what to say. Such silence from my inner muse, brings such dismay.
“Good night you two, I love you.
You can stay up,
Just promise me you’ll stay in your room, okay?”
Father said
Colors take me away
Sweep me up in a flourish of pigment
A swarm of hues and shades
Come to rest within my head
The colors take me away
Consumed in a rush
Under the glow of flickering neon
No
where
road trip
with you, Mind.
You’ve been one to blame
for the crinkled maple leaves
lining the inside
If our bodies are laid beneath the earth, when our spirit transcends.
What will I look like in heaven,
when my life ends?
Life is a mystery,
mixed with misunderstood energies,
a fluorescent whirl wind.
Angelfish,
drown my sorrows.
teach me how to fly,
as you swim, in the sea.
I’ll swim in the sky.
I was a bird flying highSaw a valley full of greenBut the people living full of greedAngry and having lustHaving no mercy or a quality bestFlying again reached a cityvery glamour with running carsPeople were happy sitting in barsBut telling each
I come from an Old Farmhouse
and Woods that the 6 of us ran through for 7 acres
I come from Raspberry bushes, Tall oak trees
and tapping Maples in the Fall
It hurt to be alone
So I smiled and talked
Never thinking on my own
Being told it’s ok to be laughed at
And be the clown of my home.
I didn’t know why I was told
“I hate you”
It hurt to be alone
So I smiled and talked
Never thinking on my own
Being told it’s ok to be laughed at
And be the clown of my home.
I didn’t know why I was told
“I hate you”
I used to dream in the world in my head,
let my imagination take flight as the buildings went by.
I could dream up wild elephants from Africa, or starships from space
They kept asking for it
Over and over
My stupid phone
Which is mine, by the way,
And I was so nearly fatally horrifically close to snapping
In half
That I decided we should play a game.
are you afraid of me
or ?
do i scare you?
because trust me if you are
i'd be so disappointed
i'll sleep knowing that
i evoked the wrong feelings
I wonder about things beyond our atmosphere
But sadly, gravity demands that I must stay here
I wonder about the many phenomenons that I can’t comprehend
I walk on the dark moors
and dance with the wolves.
I don't want to go home,
where reality rules.
my fingers are crossed.
a sword in my hand.
my soul will fight,
to stay in this land.
He loves me he loves me not, he loves me he loves me not
Highschool relationship drama.
He looks into your eyes making those restless butterflies come alive.
Before my house’s basement was finished,
It was a barren concrete playground,
For my imagination to mold.
Silver lined walls got punctured and distorted,
The moon shines bright in a sky full of lost stars
Cold evenings are dark driving in cars
My dreams are sweet sometimes, but
in my nightmares, I'm alone
I sleep until the monsters go home
Thoughts bleeding
in my head.
Idea's screaming,
in my mind.
A single pen,
in my hand.
The only paper,
I could find.
Unused ink,
written words unsaid.
Inspiration,
Many can say that Poetry is a simple concept
However, they probably don’t understand that it’s difficult
to create a piece of literature with technique, symbolism, and depth
water wraps around my legs
sticky with salt
and bone numbing wisdom
my fingertips stroke murky clouds
billowing across
the sea’s glass
They taunt me at night
I sleep with a light
My fingers curl underneath
And I tuck in my feet
I shiver and quiver
I can see the moon glow silver
I hide my head
And curl up in bed
Diving into a world unlike any known.
You delve through with no known limits.
A place that you can call your own.
No fear or concern to withhold my words.
Gazing at the beauty that only I can create
The little girl
Could just not sleep
Because her thoughts
Were way too deep
Her mind had gone
Out for a stroll
And fallen down
I will never know for sure where the falling stars fall,
Or where the black hole ends;
I can never be for sure if magic exists
Or if our lives are all pretend.
I will never know for sure where the falling stars fall,
Or where the black hole ends;
I can never be for sure if magic exists
Or if our lives are all pretend.
What worlds lie behind our reflection
What variegated beings dance among our fate
What truth is there in resurection
What love lies amidst delphic hate
Imagine a world without hurt,
Without pain, loss, or suffering,
A world where animals talk and people don’t,
In this world,
My world,
O, for my sole comfort in the night,
Yet it is, at times, the one that causes me the fright.
Nevertheless, it is my only solace when I am afraid;
To my future self to reflect upon,
All these thoughts, all these dreams,
going through my mind.
Don’t you hate that you can never find the right one when you need it,
We are all hidden inside Man’s inculcated exhaust;
They teach us a planned life, to which we comply.
Our children’s world (with age) turns to a desert, dry.
In our conversations in my head,
I always know exactly what to say
I always know exactly what you'd say
I always know exactly what to do
But this is a script no one is following
Not even me.
I’m a pirate. No, I’m a teacher.
“Okay Teddy, turn to page 4 of The Very Hungry Caterpillar.”
“What's that teddy? There's something outside my door? A creepy Creature?”
it is easy
to love you
in the fantasy
i’ve formed
in my mind,
for under the protection
of my imagination,
we are together.
we are perfect.
we are infinite.
Dear Me,
I know it hurts right now,
The pain in your eyes grow as you look up at me and ask,"how?"
One more step I say,
You stand slowly and continue on towards nowhere,
Traveled through time,
Not to pick the dime,
But to only tell a story,
Will it make thy glory ?
If only one listens,
It's not imaginary,
For everything I say,
We're holding hands
I cling on to you, mine to keep.
And I know you're not leaving
Because of the way you're
Holding on to me
Like I'm someone too precious
To let go off.
Whatever happened to that scent
That first caught me on to you
After a while, it turned toxic
An its killing me
But I endure it, just to be with you
And hope it was my IMAGINATION.
I REMEMBER A TIME
WHEN I TOOK A FLIGHT OF FANTASY
TO WONDERLAND ON
THE PLANE CALLED CREATIVITY.
Have you ever seen the light of day?
Have you ever felt the stars?
Have you ever spoke to Orion’s Belt?
Or just admire him from afar?
Have you ever laughed with the sun’s sweet glow?
Traveller
[ Inspired by the story "Going Places" by A. R. Barton ]
Did you ever imagine
That luminous smile you wear around lips,
Consummate charm and glow on face –
As if you have been in samadhi for Ages,
As if you are an angel-philosopher –
The imagined come just as the average,
the souls escape from the lives of the lavish,
cinderella files her taxes,
Snow White's candles melt of waxes,
the bustling dwarves travel to work,
The cavernous souls of my dreams
Trickle out in tiny streams.
They seep into my mind,
Some of them not so kind.
They invade, destroy, shatter,
Do you remember?
How we used to play pretend?
And giggle and laugh
Until the day's end?
Do you remember?
The many adventures we took
Together as partners,
With every step, the earth shook
It may not always be easy,
it may not always seem right
but the path to higher consciousness is always in plain view, in clear sight
It is of course the path less traveled by,
I am unstoppable, limitless, unbeatable...ME
I can do what I want, and I want to be...ME
Everything inspires me, nothing ever tires me
I am constantly discovering the new that I am, have become, am about to be
The eyes are closed,
Splashing colors of many faces,
Red and green and blue,
Turns into violet and lime and light sky,
I’d like to get lost in my dreams
If only they weren’t so horrendous
Yet nothing can be as it seems
My mind often teems
With thoughts so stupendous
Take a trip with me to lands unheard of
Through hidden passages, secret doors, and unknown chambers deep within my mind
All you need is your imagination so leave everything behind
Do you know about his dimpled cheeks,
His crooked grin,
or his chocolate gaze that dare matches yours,
Do you know he calls me baby,
just like you did,
Welcome to the wonderful world
of extraneous thoughts
and of consistent wonder.
Of staring off into space
and dreaming in class
of other classes.
Welcome to the dreamland.
I wonder if somewhere
There's a respository of dreams
Maybe I could go there
And find some of them again
Spiraling twists of hope
The nonexistent roof of imagination
My world is empty
my world is full
my world is dark
and harsh but not cruel
my world is old
my world is new
my world is mine only
wish i could show it to you
my world is fast
Tell me a story.
It can be about anything, as long as it’s yours.
There’s no limit to what you can say or do or see
I possess a very active mind full of ideas.
All hotter than fresh quesadillas
yet more tasteful than plain tortillas.
Sometimes there are too many for me to even keep.
Occasionally they impair my ability to sleep.
Mysterious, Unusual, and Now Known.
T'was Dark and Morbid With No Mercy Shown.
Poor, Poor, Poe.
Found in A Gutter Outside A Bar.
The floods push and coax
others just go with the flow.
But not I.
Sometimes I drift towards shore,
I prefer swimming straight for the shore,
And then, I'm in another place.
No swimming with routine,
I am a lost boy,
From Neverland,
Never growing up,
And running from,
Captain Hook.
Never wanna leave,
Wanna stay right here,
Flying 'round the woods with,
Peter Pan.
Compared to the expectation of my dreams,
And the flight of my imagination,
It seems still,
This space I possess,
My 17th year of life.
I send a quake towards my destiny,
I wonder how one can live in two worlds
I pretend to speak, to grow, to live in one
I want to share it with the other
Closed.
There's a dream
in my head
and it's making me
Ill.
Swimming,
These aren't my thoughts.
I wouldn't
couldn't
never would do
that.
But I did.
Dreams
I sat in my bath and wondered about how sad is the woman who has never taken a hot bubble bath late at night and has never caught herself dozing off to the aroma of lavender?
The First, his bones creak. The kick of his artillery jolts his body
And he moves with it, a jerky dance that goes unnoticed
As the air is filled with the sound of metal and collisions –
In the beginning, there was a moment of silent screams. Everyone wanted me to say the right things. Everything wanted me to act the right way. When words first stained my eyes and ears, life finally began.
Bell Glass
I try to cross the thresholdsI try to shovel poetry in glass bottles eaten by the seaSome BellJar note washed ashore,some ancient hand had written
Tick.
The throbbing pain of my mind casts me aside
from a world unknown to me, a world void of boundaries.
I throw my hands over my head,
They chained me to my walls,
The metal pieces well-hidden underneath my decorative dress.
I lived in a prison bedecked with flowers and jewels.
They exclaimed “what a palace fit for a princess”
Art lets me release my pent-up feelings,
Lets me take out my frustrations,
Lets me escape my malicious thoughts.
I need expression to clear my mind.
No other thing could replace the effects that
Imagine.
The sand beneath your feet is not sand, but the pores on a giant’s face.
You walk on his cheeks and eyes and you reach an ear, a cove nestled beneath a bed of seasick rocks.
Dreams,
Floating along the fabric of my mind,
treading into ideas and thoughts.
Without these thoughts, how could I live?
Nothing can be done without a dream.
Imagination
As endless as an universe but as dark as a black hole
It’s there in my dreams but gone when I’m awake
There is a jubilant side but also a melancholy side
My imagination chauffeurs my sensation.
Safely to where? I don’t care.
Afar from my fears, and my worthless tears.
Keeping my thoughts from my battles fought.
In the rain to ease the pain.
Being alone can be a pain
Have to find a way to stay sane
To grasp that inner kid sensation
You have to have a powerful imagination
To what do we owe
The pleasure that surrounds us
Every second of our lives
Something we would not give a second thought
Imagination
Without it
We would have nothing
I would have nothing
I admit I am doing this for the scholarship,
But also do realize that I am doing this for me to.
Stranded on an island, the only thing I need…
And this is the part where you listen carefully…
Albert Eintsten puts it in the best possible way:
"Imagination is more important than knowledge. For knowledge is limited
to all we now know and understand, while imagination embraces the entire
For you,I'd hand the sun over on a silver platterB r i g h t and a i r y,Enveloping you in warming rays of goldI'd compliment the way it shaped your face-Silhouetting the bones beneath the surface
Notice all the Space up there
Swirling galaxies, shooting stars
Black holes bending light
Gravity holding us all down
As humans fight each other
Over the electron of an atom
Which is our Earth
Click
Adjust my bow tie.Put on a façade of fanciness.I love the Met.Or is it Carnegie?Kimmel Center?Honestly can't tellSounds the same to me.
Click
Although stranded
I may not be alone
with the heart of a daydreamer
and a handful of stars.
A soft breeze rolls across
The hills of my aunt's property.
Wheat nearly ready to harvest
As the Summer quickly draws to close.
Moonlight pours from a cloudless night sky
Onto a canvas of stalks -
The rhythm.
The vibration.
The sweet sense of passion.
The ability to interpret emotion.
All the minor falls and the major lifts have a direct connection.
For with it comes peace,
encouragement,
On the shores of here and gone,
a never ending line
sunlight shining off her hair
and dancing off her eyes.
Palm trees sway in seafoam green,
Dragging along
Desolation
Only to feel deserted
From the company not present.
Yet,
This defiant mind
Is not lonely.
Dreams
They're what keep us thinking
Good and badBeautiful and ugly
We need the imaginationof aliensof spaceof becoming a princessor queen of Marsand solving world hunger
what a dismaywe were trying to find the pieces to the puzzle lets sit cris cross apple sauce and find a new game to playthis one was kind of annoying so we found a new sedative it sorta messed with our heads and we began to feed on selfishness ins
Like vines we are entagled in a forever dance,
in which you know I will take the lead.
But yet- you still take over me, consume me with thoughts
that transport me to a world you know would suit me.
"I call out
Is no one there?
The imagination
Of the atmosphere
I called out
My memories stare
The past and present
Of ones held dear
Icalled out
But not in fear
Must I be patient for my own demise?
I do not know what is out there,
beyond crests of time,
pillows of snow
&
schemes of wonder.
Lust towards unknown
and unheard of
realities.
Dreams too far, too far to reach
Floating in mid air
Not contain, not planned
Scattered they are
Far too bland
The hand holds
A pencil
The pencil spills
Into the paper
The paper ripples
Into the ocean
The ocean pours
Into a cup
The cup cracks
Into glass
The glass scatters
IMAGINATION: by Paul Gray
Imagine life were but a dreamImagine in your heartImagine how this life would seemIf Knowing from the start
"Where are you?"
Under a desk
Hiding from whatever may be out.
Flying fedoras,
Explosive evergreens,
People who know me know I like to sleep
To me it’s not about the relaxation,
It’s about the dreams –that are so sweet.
I love to dream
I could be a graceful dancer
Or find the cure for cancer
Cavern.
Plic.
An endless cavern.
Plic.
Plic.
Upon first glance, there is only darkness.
Plic.
Plic.
But to those who wait...
To those who listen
Plic.
And it was as if
All of my dreams
Were finally coming true
And reality..
Reality was finally a thing
to look forward to
Fire began to burn
In the pitts
Of my stomach
And im anxious
Life forgot my passion there
And handed me the key;
For what possesses better snare
Of curiosity?
The key, ornate with golden leaves
And “Carpe Diem” divine,
When you flew away from meIn vain, I slaved to get you backMy life was dull and grey again, the charms of Red and White were no more around;You flew so fast that you revved up to speed of light
A mountain to space?
What a wonderful place!
Though the altitude is quite unbearable.
A mountain to space
brings a smile to my face
when I begin to doubt the impossible.
from the top of the mountain
to the depth of the sea,
from the lonely desert road
to the shade of the tree,
I wasn't the only one playing dress-up
I ventured into my mother's closet
And entered a new world
Magical nights; the Milky Way,
This is where I want to stay;
In a place where you fall asleep
To the rhythm of falling raindrops and counting sheep.
Where you can catch the stars,
Seeing the sunrise peak from behind the city skyline
The mirror image in the soft waves below
Feeling the the sun's warmth brush against the back of my neck
During a beautiful winter day
A young boy studies pre-med
to become a doctor, he said
Back hunched over facts punched
in his mind, courses never too kind
That was once a dream of white coats and stethoscopes
The pen is my compass
The paper my sail
They take me to new places
On a see of words and dreams
In my fantasy I can do anythingI dream, I fly, and soar through the skyThat twinkles with the mesmerising stars of the universe
My imagination is my haven, I have travled around the world without leaving my bed, i can't belive all of this power is just stored in my head.
I am creative and laidback
I wonder about the bundle of variations called the multiverse
I hear the cackles of the last Shifkin before it engulfs its prey in one glup
In a world that is slowly crumbling
i find myself tumbling
I look above and I see the sky for what it is
an endless canvas in which our imagination
is set free to roam every corner of our minds.
I don't know where you live, but I live somewhere mystic. Its beauty is beyond words, it's almost unrealistic.
I am a young woman with a thirst for an educaiton
The one with a mind
Flowing! Flowing with creativity.
The writer who's goal is to share this power;
The power that is imagination!
That's me!
Imagine that the Golden Gate Bridge has skin and bones,
walks among us as the one true San Franciscan
He knows all the secrets of the city
With wings on her feet and sun filled clouds in her mind
The little girl smiled so the flowers bloomed
And the pixies came out to play
Nightingales sang and crickets played
Shy gnomes giggled
Walking on the tightrope between two worlds,
Reality and fiction never seem to agree.
However for some it shapes a balance,
Our ability to understand the power both sides hold.
Indeed imagination is inundated inside interminable ideas,
Pouring purposes, poetry-pondering pages pertaining panegyric phrases,
Entrapped, effortlessly entombed - ears eternally earning effrontery.
Two cartoony tigers,
Friends for life,
Who live in a house
That bounces all night.
Two giants,
Father and son.
One smart,
One dumb,
One is mean,
One is bullied.
A pine tree,
A playful conversation
Interrupted
By an unexpected call:
Hello?
I tense with panic
As the voice on the other end
Breathlessly exudes hysteria
Searching for the keys to my car
It’s tempting,
to gaze upon the night sky
and see only crisp starlight, juxtaposed
with a firm sheet of outer space.
But most would know that soon,
The free imagination of a child
Broken down they’re much too wildly minded
Teenager’s angst causes them to get riled
Shadows rolls in a cloud, all is blinded
The world is a canvas
And nature is the painting
All the colors flow together
To create a beautiful picture
The location determines the temperature
While the seasons pick the colors
It's the gaurana, the crickets,
the dust bunnies gaurding curtains, gates to a kingdom of ants on a windowsill.
It's the tangled, ragged ropes, once daisy chains
with wide, flattened faces
Imagination is what keeps me inspired
My brain is like a vacuum
Drawing in the dreams
The fantasies I create
It keeps me writing
Reading
Performing
Designing
The Magic is gone, I said
As I looked up at the kingdom
Tiered like a cake with its blue and white frosting
I stood there, I stared
The magic no longer lived there
Pavement painted black
Imagine the moon explodes into a firework.
Imagine the sun falls to ashes.
Imagine this world as if it weren/t what it seemed.
Create the beauty from what you're given,
and make it your own.
The mind, body, and soulAre explorations on their own
Humanity is rich in curiosity
And our livelihoods come in all shapes and forms
Only ten percent of our mind has been achieved
We took to a tent family of gypsies
shadows in the forest, kept from view.
We escaped the sunrise, the strangers,
the shotguns, the ship’s crew.
As the sun rises and my mind awakes
The thoughts start cooking and actions take place
They digest down, through my body they go, wanting more
Feeling limited because I want to do more
It's normal to have thoughts, ideas, questions.
But is it normal to have an imagination?
To let it wander so far into dreamlands that you'll wake up hours later not knowing where you are?
Or what you're doing?
Smells like Teen SpiritWashing up on the shoreTangled in sins, drums that beat no more Feels blueReaching into my chestReleasing my heart from my breast
i'm gonna polish It 2 a solar flame2 rekindle my subconcious chariotthat bears my virgin senses from:
The Treehouse
Wooden beams support, surround.
Ladder, crow's nest, food abounds,
Kitchen, rooms, high seas are found.
Magic beings to work her charm,
Focus.
Stop.
Think.
Escape.
The World fades.
I implode.
A sensory overload, only within the mind
The place where privacy is unconditional
No cost; not a dime
My sweet escape
My sanity hangs in the balance as I write.
I fill the page with a world born of darkness and light.
Of a universe centered at the very tips of my fingers.
It flows from my mind in smooth streams of conciousness
I reach into the shadows and my hand touches your face,
Every single line of yours my fingers pretend to trace,
I wonder - could this torture last forever?
My love, I'm seeking you in shadows,
We drift away to Narnia in our sleep,
if only to gain some solace from the dreadful company we keep.
In spite of the futility of it,
we crave and thrive within the vicinity of our creation.
like the flower, so blooms inspiration.
roses only grow from fertile clay...
thoughts, from a fecund imagination.
insights spring from fruitful contemplation
while new buds grow with the sun's warm rays.
I've got so many of you.
Many different colors.
From red to green,
Black and blue.
I've got lots of you.
You are so smooth.
And, you seem so nice.
You are like my best friend,
Where is the elixir
from the
white budding wonderland
of your mind?
Let me look
into the gateway
of your
gold encrusted eyes
and project me,
reject me
Create, created
This is how I think
Imagine, design, plan, do
Thoughts then become things
Swords and Soldiers
Magic and Mages
Great Drakes of the Skies
Heroes made famous through the Ages
My world was born many years ago
When it had been ten years when I was born
Mr. Imagination stands at the top of the mountain.
He lives among the pastel clouds,
who smile each time he acknowledges them.
A rainbow bridges the clouds together
When I was a little girl, the world couldn't contain my imagination.
I was the one who would look at the moon and wonder what it would look like, how brightly it would shine, if it was twice as big.
Sometimes, in times when I find myself in need of it;
I stand, or sit, or lay, just... staring.
Staring at the walls, the ceiling, the floor,
First its food then it's sleep
It says now and then says later
First its love then it's hate
Imagine home and then realize your far away
Sometimes people lose me
but im still here
I don’t know how I’m supposed to live in the real world
When the ones in my head are perfect
and this one is so far from it
So it's the eve
of my departure
back to school
and my 8 year old sister Emily
is playing
in the rock pile
in the front yard
She's the cutest
little girl in the world
Questions everyday
What you're how old?
How did you even get here, your a baby?
Omg! You're a baby, my little sister/brother is your age.
You should not be here, go back to highschool where you belong.
My imagination glows
A pulsing radiance
Tempting the average soul
Like flies to a light
It burns bright in me
A candle of creativity
So vibrant, so strong
Greetings stranger, I am from the O.s. galaxy; many aliens have died in futile attempts to battle. Welcome to my mind, the requiem of of reality.
There I was, yet there I wasn'tFor they neither saw me or knew where I hidThe shadow's hostage; the dustmite's captiveI feared "I'm forgotten" despite what I didAlas, they still call me
Cartoons play on the screens
The master minds behind the scenes
Is who I will achive to be.
Seen Through Unseen Glass
Fogged by judgment
Little see the truth
Eyes of one
Find many beautiful creations
The stars; so far yet so near.
Though impossible, I can feel their soft whispers through the night.
Rippling in my ear, each has a story to tell,
A story of the beginning, the now, and the end.
I sit and I stare
intense sunlight fires through the slits of my squinted lids
Like blinds I shutter out the most of it,
and trickling down are little specks of dust
Closer I look
Nothing happens unless first we dream.
And indeed I did.
I dreamt,
I hoped,
I wished upon a star,
And I prayed.
I called out for mercy
And begged on my knees,
Crying for some sanity to emerge.
upon a dandilion i blew
its seeds floaten soflty on a breeze so true
and the wish that engulfed my heart and my soul
was a wish that had something to do with you
that night i saw a shooting star
The white
Hills and
Valleys,
All the
Grooves and
Notches,
Are spread
Clear
Before
Your eye.
The same white all
Around you.
Then a
Brown river
it powers the writer
to write one more line
it inspires the muscian
to play one more time
it rages the soldier
to take that front
it focuses the athlete
i can't think
But i can hear music.
It penetrates my soul.
Symphonies rise,
Beethoven listens
to my
jumbled
shattered
broken
brain.
Sometimes
But who's going to love meyou only write once
So make these words count but
When all tears are wiped awaywhen all the scars are fadingwhen the wounds are healing
You only write once
Hearing your shallow footsteps walk deeper and deeper in the slums of your mind. where everything goes.
I shudder as my foot is shaken from the sweet dreams I endured as I slept
A beautiful, peaceful, loving Mexican American girl waking up to her hardworking father’s sweet words “Wake up Baby”
This is her prison cell
These walls are her hell,
Making her go crazy,
Telling her maybe,
This life of bitterness,
A puff of steam swirls above the engine as the piercing whistle blows
"ALL ABOAD!" the conductor cries
Then the lumbering crowds shuffle onto the locomotive, each person seating themselves to their own rows.
I have nine scars on my hand
I am a hard working man
Or at least i thought
Until I met that girl named Jazz
She work two jobs and go to class
Party's hard and never crash
Starting a new chapter every morning
of my life
I seek improvement, reverence and connectivity
MY LIFE!
I walk on thin ice made of doubt...
You don't own me..
My past is dead. It holds no meaning
What happened happened. I need to be free of it;
I need to believe in feelings that are true,
That are beautiful, that are real.
What is it like to be her?
Never sure of what to do; Unsure of every decision
How to describe her?
Fickle, Fickle, Fickle
She can never seem to stick to one path
Second Star to the right
Past Big Ben
Where you must go
Is what I'm told
It's what I've heard
but where to
is my concern
My last thought
b- before I fell
Wishing
The future is unknown to anyone.
All we can hope for is the best,
Until this short life is done.
Blue, brown, hazel eyes of all earthly guest
We have ceased the pursuit of knowledge
In turn clipping the wings of imagination
And violently stunting the growth of creativity
We have given in to the monotonous drawl
They say imagination
fuels the soul,
feeds the mind.
It is the dream-world stage
where you are lost for hours,
a kaleidoscope of ideas
meshed together.
One day that medly of mixtures
Yeah, I'm white
Never Been in a fight
But my dream is to knock out some lights
Talkin' 'bout dreams,
one-a mine's to be free
Ya see, my parents lock me down with a key
Yo, little do you know about me
Dear Teachers,
Where did all your passion go?
Your will to make a student know?
To know the joy, the thrill of life?
Of piercing ignorance, with a mind like a knife?
Why the monotone?
I gather myself once again
I hope that one day we will walk hand in hand
my love for you is fading each day
but don't forget I still care about you in every way
This feeling that you leave me with when you leave
Wishes after another, every star I see,
every star that makes me believe,
is a leaf on a tree.
Ready to take sail with the wooshes of a wind
Undeveloped or maybe impossible.
If I were to be a ghost, she said,
I would fly and fly and fly and fly.
To the the land of dreams,
where the final flower still stands.
Imagination, set me free
Take me far from here
Set me high up in a tree
Give me the chance to disappear
I’m going to swim across the sea
I wanna fly high off the ground
Why am I always the one to get hurt?Does pain have no compassion?Let the fierceness of the stormCalm downCause the waves keep pushing meAway from life and reality
The strokes of life burn within my paper
Seeping through the lines
Creating a sunder for the reaper
Those creases in your brow
I like to let my imagination
run wilder with every
darker shade of the night sky,
as the sunset melts away
onto the other side of the world,
like sherbet ice-cream
left on the counter for too long.
Cloud Poem
The beauty and whimsy of nature’s irony
we lay on our backs on this sunflower dotted hill
the pond next to us smells of fresh spring and
Struggling to be unique,
Then in return I get critiqued,
Thinking outside the box.
But limited as the clock ticktocks.
Trying to discover a better way,
But your emotion is truly grey.
The sweet reverie of a little girl in a Cinderella dress
Does not hold a demise
For no person shall attempt to withhold her
She has imagination creativity innocence virtue
Let her twirl
To be considered great at something, you need experience
To be considered smart about something, you need experience
To be considered successful with something, you need experience.
Blue Skies
Blue goodbyes
But don't fret
we've still got plenty yet
we'll throw a plane
and fly a ball
Now lets all ride the
Hopisticall
He's blue and red
and furry all over
In our hearts are hopes and dreamsonly to be replaced by lies and screams.They ponder away so silent and cold,wishing they could be thought of and retold.
I walk through the empty room, cold and scared. It is dark in the room, but not the door. Underneath it shines a light that is glared. Its brightness is something not to ignore.
Not every day do you see a place like this
Some call it a hole, others an abyss
It appears to be a gateway to Hell
Those who fall into it have a story to tell
Welcome to America!
Where the image of women being depicted in submission
Is easily found in magazines and search engines.
The mask put on comes off before the morning,
What do you see in front of you—
A white wall, or maybe even off-white plaster?
Or should I paraphrase, and repeat myself
In a matter so that you would understand more clearly
In the world of your imagination
Everything is your creation
You can make a cat fly to the sun
You can come up with a silly pun
The grass can be grey and the sky can be red
Soft, fluffy, white. / I cannot reach. / One day I might. / Anything, everything, all. / They're what you wish. / They let you fall into the soft blankets of peace. / Breathe, smile, let go. / Dare to imagine. / They'll put on a show.
From when children of the 90's are exposed to the world of fantasy,
With wild imagination and creativity that sores beyond a lie.
That first glance we believe we could fly,
“There’s nothing wrong with dreaming,” That’s what I tell my son.A dream can make a day less dreary and keep an old soul young
Imagination is a place, completely up to you,
You can live in a tall brick house, or sleep in an old shoe.
You can make an entire world, or maybe just a street,
Lights bursting, sounds blaring, creatures form from nothing.
A world is created, a story is made, and things begin to make a little more sense.
What doesn't make sense is this, why am I here in my made up world?
A dusty old book in a library is no longer picked up
It sits patiently waiting for the next hand to reach out and grab it
A curious mind walks by, makes a stop, and gives the cover a chance
The scratches on the papers are nonsensical to me.
If there's only one set answer, you see,
With that, you could fail indefinitely.
Math..numbers, they never cease to inspire me.
What if you could evaporate in the sky
And drift freely along the twists and turns of the winds current
Travel miles upon miles over land
Showering them with your condensed vapor
To write, is to express one’s self through words rather than actions.To write, is to speak out loud without really speaking.To write, is to release… everything.
If you've ever woken up inside a dream, you already know why I write.
If you've ever screamed "feel-words" at the clouds which lie low, you already know why I write
Children stand tall with minds unpoisoned to the lack of reason we reflect
They carry the powers on their shoulders that we long burried, that we reject
As they grow, they change, become unbalanced and confused
bounding on the river, while I had my thoughts
about "Where I Lived, and What I Lived For"
a summer and a winter life;
its fogs from frosts in the spring,
With this paper and pen
I turn my pain into an artistic expressive manifestation
Thoughts strewn across the membrane of each cell
That identify as my being
Your impression
That the world will harbor the
Audacity to sever limbs from the whole truth
Are gravely mistaken.
From now on, the whole truth, and nothing less!
And in times of future toil,
I am a writer.
Who is writing a poem.
Words flow, but is a river made?
A river flows but were any words made?
I write and write and write and write
But does that always mean I'm right?
A voice inside a soulThe emotion, the strength, the hidden confidence That sometimes never releases; or is trapped on paper By the pen that squeezes out the voice onto a sheet ...Then another sheet, another sheet!It becomes journal of dreams we wa
The familiar thwack of shoulder pads colliding
filled the air. My heart pounded from the
run over. My eyes searched for him on the field.
Then I saw the familiar skinny,
much too pale limbs,
Ideas,
Jumbled in my head, pulsating, spinning, swirling
I look at the blank document, white space
Music lightly decorating the room
Fingertips tingling, a quick impulsive burst of energy thrust onto the screen
There are days that I findI do not identify with the me thatreflects in the sight of others.Lost in my subliminal mind,when ink spills and pen is broken,my quiet tongue is the ripple
The way you smile at me is intoxicating.
So much so, that every moment I look at you is degrading.
Your spirit is like a two-edged sword.
It can cut through my mind when I'm bored.
I have so many desires
Rain
Sweetly, the rain falls on my yearning face.
Softly, it tumbles and fills the air.
Who can stop this gentle waterfall?
I was lost for an hour,
while nothing was sour.
I was a princess,
never in a mess,
I met my prince,
it wasn't a cinch.
We danced and sang,
until the midnight bang.
The hour was blissful,
"Don't do that" a common utterance of disempowerment
A three word society on its own
filled with expectation when the first mistake was made
A sense of being unloved, peaking through a pessimistic lens of hearing
Theres Something Great In All Of Us,
Something We Dont Earn But is Born Within Us,
Potential..
Potential Change The Lives Of Others and Make A Difference In World Where We
in crispy cold, the wafer moon flies
there's a loneliness that backhands this repeating demise
all the stars around me seem as pores to the sky
and my pores breathe them in like millions of eyes
My favorie place is
in the middle of a wasteland
in suspense before a battle.
But my favorite place is also
a peaceful woodland village
with mythical beasts scampering around.
Endlessly hoping for something, anything...
But recieving nothing.
That's what my life feels like.
Chasing dreams and coming up dry.
But it plays the way I want it to,
in my imagination.
Head in the clouds
Body on the ground,
Imagination is endless
The world is my playground.
The place in which I live
Where fairy tales are true,
Is a secret I can't give
Poems capture beauty
They describe a living scene
They talk about the real world
Things everyone can see
If you've ever seen a sunset
Splashes of color in the sky
Or gazed upon a rainbow,
I write to speak my mind.
I write to keep my thoughts inside.
I write to express.
I write to impress.
I write to remember.
I write to forget.
I write because I have to.
I’m drawing a blank.
My mind sits still.
The room gives me no hints.
Painfully bland is my imagination,
Bringing me nothing but ordinary.
I hear the oblivion.
On a grey day filled with rain that never stopsAs my heart screams but can't be heard, time continues to clockI have news--good, bad, happy, and sadYet I have no one around to tell them as they're too busy musedWith their pleasures and ecstasy, y
Poetry is the air I breathe, the sacred serene sound of peace, the one and only complete atmosphere, where symbols provoke happiness or fear.
Out of my way
Out of my skin
Fire flows through my brain
Let me go back to my time
The time I went to fly
Fly higher than the sky
Where I met strangers
They were neither red nor black
I have always helfd
A pen in my hand
Weaving tales
I am never sure
Which ones were already there
And which ones will become
Mine
I feel that one day
I might wake up
And be a part
I write to have a voice
A voice that can scream
A voice that can cry
A voice that can laugh
A voice that is understood by others
A voice that means something
I write to have feeling
Look into your own Imagination.
What is around your location?
Suited rabbits? Black magic?
Mystic incantations?
Delve deeper than a magicians hat.
Outside the box? Farther than that.
My eye see critics all around me. So, I stay hidden safe in my notebook where eyes can not see me. My words are safely locked away, the words I wish I could say. Anxiety... A curse to your life. Fear of the outside looking inside.
Close your eyes and breathe
Let go of the world around you
Reach out a hand and touch a star
Ride on the back of a dragon
Close your eyes and breathe
I write, therefore I am free
free to be me
i live in a country
with freedom of expression and
I choose to use it.
I need no therapy sessions,
write my own questions
My mind contains a world of its own.
I live among things natural, familiar and known
Yet yearn for those lands of magic that I must leave
With those gateways to fairies, witches, and miracles
The Imagination is the key, to ones true self.
Seeing the colors of a rainbow in different hues,
The Imagination is the key, to one’s true self.
Seeing the colors of a rainbow in different hues,
I write for the sake of a generation lost in their own wandering.
I write for the purpose of humoring my own pondering.
What am I? Why am I here? Where is my voice?
Beyond imagining the possibly perfect,
Make anything your heart will dare desire,
Let it go and run wild and watch the effect,
Make no limits: just immensely imagine and don't let it tire.
Imagination is a galaxy,
Full of wonder, life and mystery.
Each planet an idea,
Each bright star a goal.
Creating a universe of colorful stories.
Explore evrything with deep meaning
sit alone believing
no barriers containing me
my eyes are open and i can see
EVERYTHING...
pure freedom
it's a sigh of relief
it's serenity
it is me
a different sight
a new perspective
like a dream or reality
it's all right
the essence of the moment
but through different eyes
Alarms blare, cities fall up
And my hands, scared but tenderly, cup
Away from the blue, away from the sky
A small, small piece of an everyday lie
I'm sick of doing this.
See I just want you.
But do I make you happy?
Do you want me too?
A relationship can make you mad,
but is all the time accurate?
I am possessed.
I am possessed by a power beyond my control.
I am possessed by a power beyond my control and understanding.
We will never again label people like animals they said
We will never again let a government kill millions they said
But what about the immigrants I say
there aimlessly floating
above cranium
slowly envel( o p i n g
mind to airy delirium
grasped and clenched
then stole presence.
so no longer occupy
space around: the reality you deny
Be the Peter to my Wendy and we’ll grow young together.
With nimble feet and sewn on shadows we’ll drift into a bank of memories
piled high and stored in well-lit jars for our wrinkled years.
A place, a meaning, a voice, a dream and a goal
Within the walls of this beautiful classroom,
Students learn the secrets of life day by day
They discover a little about themselves
and of the world around them.
She’s cold and isolated
The demons lurk beneath
People think they know her
But the beauty’s just skin deep
And she wants to run away
From the hurt and the pain
No one sees the shackles trailing,
I dreamed a dream and in it was love
He had not a face nor a form
But deep in his being there beated a heart
Far surpassing the average or norm
If I were an artist
I’d bathe myself in color
And allow my art to consume me
I’d wash myself with charcoal
And paint my features with pastel
I would wake in the midst of night
I may write you down in my memories
With my imagination and fantasy.
I may stride with you on the beach
And confidently toward the wedding gate.
i am neesey
my friend is freep
stickation to normalicy
thats our motto
ironically witty
thats its translation
to use dictionary words when you can invent some
is a forfeit
Have you ever been
To the land of the lost?
The place with no end?
A place of thought?
Everyone has been there.
Everyone knows.
Children want to live there.
Adults tell them no.
I wonder what it feels like to drown in the sky
Dancing above the rooftops
Watching time fly by
Inhaling all the clouds
If I had a breath to breathe it’d rip it from my lungs
As I sank closer to the stars
Dark galore
The minute my hands shut the door
Blank music sheets spread on the floor
Spiderwebs on the stairs
Take away my lifelines
Watch me fade away
I am the Gravity Killer
Wake me up with nightmares
Fill my head with ash
I am the Shadowman
100 days in a month
Time never seems to fly
Close my eyes and make a wish
Then bury the star
10 feet under the sun
Floating under weather
Clouds in my way, can’t see a thing
I’d much rather be blind
Isolation in imagination gives birth to genious ideas
Naivity in social life is ignorance without bliss
Pain, suffering in loniless
Despair in imagination
Ignoring inner mind is futile
Mind is following I
Imagine a world connected to another by waters
Puddles surrounding the neighborhood, families losing daughters
In the night the creatures roam, kidnapping little girls, making them alter
It was the best house one could ever have
I had to keep it a secret
I coud't tell my friends
They would just use me
No
They were never going to find out about the swimming pool
The plane
Paint falls to canvas
carrying with it the
imagination of time.
Landscapes,
made of strokes
miniscule and
bold.
Buildings,
made of the sun’s shades,
struggle not to melt in darkness.
In a life of trust and beliefe,
One must forgive, one must forget.
In a mind of hopes and dreams,
One must consider, one must reflect on.
You are someone new, someone who hasn't been tainted by my memories
Yet with you, my soul feels free.
I can see you have a heart
If I knocked, would you invite me in?
“I just wanted to be normal”
She said
As she scrapped the words into her paper
Until it bled
Deep blue ink
Onto her fingers
Leaving little blue trails through the forest of her written word
You're trapped in a box,
No sense of sight, sign of light,
No sound, a quiet so profound.
One night i had a dream.
I dreamed i was walking along a darkened road,
holding hands with a faceless man.
As we walked
scenes of my life flashed across the sky.
I noticed that in every scene
Everyday I ask myself
What will i have to prove.
Do i have to hang always
Heavy in that perfect imagination?
Is that what my life is for?
Is that the way of life?
Stiff and unchanging.
This is when your jaw drops,
You've finally seen the agony of a man that serves another for scraps,
Builds a family from the ground up and still can't see the light,
Que tienen miedo de la soga y de morir