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Words are my passion,
The blood that flows,
In my veins
And every time,
That they slip out,
The page gets so stained
In my dreams,
I see so many things,
That with time just fade away
But between those dreams,
I see so many things,
Things that remain
My words...
Are my dreams...
Sometimes...
I get caught in between...
Between...dreams...
I see who I am,
And who I used to be
Between...dreams...
My love is on fire,
An unchained desire
Between...dreams...
I am hovering, flying...
Floating away...
In the silence of my dreams,
I can hear ice melting,
As it slowly fades
And even though the silence abounds,
The ice resounds,
Each drip, one of my days
In my dreams,
There are magical things,
Things I never thought I would see
But between those dreams,
Oh how I can feel,
The magic as it's fading
My words...
Are my dreams...
Sometimes...
I get caught in between...
Between...dreams...
I see who I am,
And who I used to be
Between...dreams...
My love is on fire,
An unchained desire
Between...dreams...
I am hovering, flying...
Floating away...
It's funny...sometimes...
The things you see,
When you're alone,
The silence of your mind,
Has become your home,
And anywhere...
Is where you...can go...
Ice is still melting,
Like me it's fading...
Away...!
Between...dreams...
I see who I am,
And who I used to be
Between...dreams...
My love is on fire,
An unchained desire
Between...dreams...
I am hovering, flying...
Floating away...
My words...
Are my dreams...
Sometimes...
I get caught in between...
Between dreams...
jlp November 22, 2009
The blood that flows,
In my veins
And every time,
That they slip out,
The page gets so stained
In my dreams,
I see so many things,
That with time just fade away
But between those dreams,
I see so many things,
Things that remain
My words...
Are my dreams...
Sometimes...
I get caught in between...
Between...dreams...
I see who I am,
And who I used to be
Between...dreams...
My love is on fire,
An unchained desire
Between...dreams...
I am hovering, flying...
Floating away...
In the silence of my dreams,
I can hear ice melting,
As it slowly fades
And even though the silence abounds,
The ice resounds,
Each drip, one of my days
In my dreams,
There are magical things,
Things I never thought I would see
But between those dreams,
Oh how I can feel,
The magic as it's fading
My words...
Are my dreams...
Sometimes...
I get caught in between...
Between...dreams...
I see who I am,
And who I used to be
Between...dreams...
My love is on fire,
An unchained desire
Between...dreams...
I am hovering, flying...
Floating away...
It's funny...sometimes...
The things you see,
When you're alone,
The silence of your mind,
Has become your home,
And anywhere...
Is where you...can go...
Ice is still melting,
Like me it's fading...
Away...!
Between...dreams...
I see who I am,
And who I used to be
Between...dreams...
My love is on fire,
An unchained desire
Between...dreams...
I am hovering, flying...
Floating away...
My words...
Are my dreams...
Sometimes...
I get caught in between...
Between dreams...
jlp November 22, 2009
Literature
what did you do with my heart?
did you:
throw away my love letter
after reading it? rip it up?
light it on fire? even read
it at all? wear it to school?
wear it on someone elses
sleeve? my sleeve? study
my graphology? forget my
name, again?
excuse my handwriting
for being overly poetic.
did you:
feel shocked? feel confused? feel upset?
indifferent? curious? sad, mad, bad, glad?
feel my heart breaking? feel my emotion?
feel my cathartic release? feel my courage
in confessing? feel the pain in each cliche?
feel vicarious sorrow? feel anything at all?
no, no, no. of cours
Literature
His Absence
She walks in the forest
Alone this time
In a beautiful white dress
It sways as she walks
Stepping on wet grass
Crushing them with her gentle steps
She keeps walking with no destination
Or is there?
The place where they first met
Even though he's not there anymore
His presence still lingers in the air
Kissing her bare skin
She can feel it
She misses him
Still she manages to smile
It's a sad smile
She smiles as the memory plays before her eyes
Was he a dream or was he real?
The question still unanswered.
But there is one thing she knows
Forgetting him is more than impossible
Forgetting him would require her heart being ri
Literature
sunrise, sunset, unrise, unset
you rise
like a cancerous sun
and orbit away from
me, this, everything
(nothing = synonym)
you set
and you're (g)(one)
for a not-her night
(i need a calendar)
you rise,
swing two steps to the left,
and disappear to your star-
Less skies; no, wait, you've
got a star. but you're apart
of anot(me)her constellation
(please let me eat the moon)
you set
me, UP, (on your pedestal)
TO FA_L
like a chain reaction;
butterfly contraption
(i sink like a domino)
your eyes
follow me.
like a poor trai
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First, let me say that this piece has a great deal of meaning to me. I was honored with another chance to work with the art of a deviant whose work I adore, =Flermigan
This piece is based on the ideas from not one, but two pieces of hers, "Between Dreams" [link] and "With Passion" [link] , as well as having my own thoughts incorporated into and around what she created, resulting in something that I feel does justice to both of us.
It is also, at long last, my first piece that would be called "surreal", which =CartheInsane has been after me to write for over a year now.
Funny how things work out, isn't it?
Barbara, thank you so much for letting me take my ideas and add them to yours, it means more to me than I can tell you.
What do YOU see, between your dreams?
Enjoy.
This piece is based on the ideas from not one, but two pieces of hers, "Between Dreams" [link] and "With Passion" [link] , as well as having my own thoughts incorporated into and around what she created, resulting in something that I feel does justice to both of us.
It is also, at long last, my first piece that would be called "surreal", which =CartheInsane has been after me to write for over a year now.
Funny how things work out, isn't it?
Barbara, thank you so much for letting me take my ideas and add them to yours, it means more to me than I can tell you.
What do YOU see, between your dreams?
Enjoy.
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