Am I alive?
Or is this a dream too?
Sometimes I can't tell between the two.
Is this me?
Or am I not understanding what I see?
What can I do to really believe?
Awake, but exhausted from my second me.
Asleep, but awake trying to breathe.
I feel helpless at times in both of these vivid life's of mine.
These two distant personalities have a connection, but also separation.
If we believe life, then we should believe in dreams.
My fruit from the tree of love/
Branches of sweetness with no bravado our future’s fragrance is bravo/
I have no words without your rubbery skin and smooth lips/
I dished up smiles before your visit with no limits/
Though you grew in the woods/
Allow me to welcome you in my hood/
Life is drying up and dying rough/
Hunters peel any moving dressed up skins it’s no bluff/
Ship from your town to my township and that’s a tip/
Your fleshy vivid body sparkles predictable smiles and love from a distance trip/
Your body I would climb if you let me/
Your brunches I would massage if you let me/
I dream to seed your womb with vigorous multiple fruits till eternity/
I dream to rescue you from discarded cuddles and refrigerators/
Your cold days will be warm in my arms/
My avocado this is my shameless affectionate avow/
My heart holds no snakes, monkeys, scratchy cats, lizards or mythical wizards/
My tongue your shower/
My lips your perfume/
Your tears I will screen clean till they’re embittered no more/
And that’s a promise with a sexy salad/
Since I was a boy I have known of her . I've dreamed of her in my fantasies , I have visioned you in my thoughts.Never knowing why or how or
where she came from, Just she was there .Not ever did I see her face ,but I've known all the while of her beautiful smile. Eyes of an Angel , I can
see all the way to her soul. Hair that flows over her shoulders like a waterfall. . Just a dream in my head , my imagination gone wild , but I have
always known she would be mine one day , A goddess I will cherrish as my Queen and love her with all my heart. Spoil her with gifts and
treasures, what ever she likes .The girl of my dreams I have honestly seen .I have spoken to her and it is exactly as it was suppose to be . She's in
love with me. Oh and she is the prettiest thing, this woman thats always been in my dreams .I was put here to meet her and she to meet me . I have
always been in her dreams ,that's what she's been telling me . A match made in Heaven is what she claims, a love forever , a happiness for life , a
Joy in our hearts that makes our lives worth living. Every since I was a boy I have known her. This woman of my dreams.
I saw alchemy love gods in the hierarchy,
Testosterone that regulates sexual desire.
Phenyl ethylamine makes a person catchy,
Its effect is time-bound but not entire.
A love interest is signaled by Dopamine,
Your attention on the person is alright.
Your blood is set racing by Norepinephrine,
And prompts you for action ‘fight or flight’.
The control of moods goes with Serotonin,
And violent behavior is almost set light.
Released at the moment of orgasm Oxytocin,
Influences bonding between the two alright.
Suddenly awoke, many gods and paths that wind
If you don’t mind call me in case more you find.
Dr. Ram Mehta
4th place win
Contest Personifying science
The animals know better than us. The rain has never poured so loudly in a key so soft.
To the front, the sailing of city buses and mini vans cruising across in this weather makes the water underneath their tires sound like the street is crying out for 5 more minutes of sleep. Up above, the trees are protecting a nest of baby blue jays before they get washed away by the silence of their mother not being there. But with sky blue young spirits, and small empty stomachs, they keep hope alive in the fact that even children know storms and struggles don’t last forever.
Below the trees, nature has found a name to call it’s own. From the hole dug by the little boy next door, a family of three foxes have named human nature sanctuary, and burrowed their problems into the sediment to rest for a while.
To the side of the hole, a flock of ducks are swimming in the water with eyes open wide enough to where you can see their loyalty to love one another rushes wild.
To the right of the pond, caged up in a man made blanket, and lost in his own mind, is the boy. From what he remembers, last night was like a train accident; A head on collision of two people he could’ve sworn he saw holding hands just the other day. He hears the sound of plates shattering in C-minor, and the chorus of words that his parents screamed in F-sharp, so he imprisoned himself in his own bed sheets, accompanied by the courageous corduroy bear who he swears keeps hearing whisper “everything will be okay.”
It’s raining outside, and the crescendos of screams have been silenced by it’s peaceful security.
The boy, sleeps soundly now. The rain has protected his ears, and guarded his heart from being washed away by all of his nightmares.
He doesn’t care whether he wakes up. The baby blue jay, the resourceful fox and the brave little duck are all he wants to keep dreaming about.
Maybe he’ll run away into the rain? Or maybe into the arms if his mother?, whom he prays he can still recognize. To the left of his bed, he picked up the blank page of his coloring book and a crayon, and became a life long poet in that moment that morning. Taking a deep breath in, and giving a soft breath out, his first sentence was
“The animals know better than us.”
My gold dream,
So out competing
Sighted by a crowd.
Embraced by few.
Outrank on screen
I love journalism!
Sounds of rockets in
Not about to
I love journalism!
It's a dream in me,
A dream of gold and
I want to fit in the
Now I got to write,
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When a baby take birth in this synthetic world
The joyness of parents on peak happiest moment in world
After the passing time a baby get admired and enjoyness in all peak
Everyone in the worls who knows him love him care him on the peak
Time is passing chapters are now going to opened
With the youngness stress is started it may little home worked
Now the time to make baby to a young one in the world
Situation going to be reversed everyone aspected dreaming from him
Now the baby who give happiness to world is now symbol of sadness
Now the to fall in love searcing for that someone who care for him.
Finally foung his own love by someone
Now again the happiness is on peak
Chapter of happiness get closed with the time
Broken trust feeling emotion care and all such type of word
The word alone is best friend for him
Now the hates the everything even ownself
Feeling finished care finished aloneness get to admired
Life is now worst for him and the frustation take him to the heaven
Lifes chapeters continued how much happiness and how more much sadness
It all the thing get finished at the end of the boy in the world
Feeling of heart got melting
after dissoluting of pain.
Core of heart got dissoluted
when dullness of dreams of pain.
Happiness of heart is for a while
but sadness is for long time
with a pain of dissoluted heart.
When i saw the people with incedible work tears are come
When i saw a person who lost his senses & try to recover mistakes tears are come
At the end of tear of sorrows & happiness going to diappear in life
Lonliness ignorance & rupturr of feeling cause death of life
Something is gone to be very heavy without tears that is heart
When person not fullfill need & deed than disappearance of a drop of tear comes from heart.
‘Tis winter season—
a bracing weather, foggy in its warmth.
The trees are drying, as bones,
gripping water from the winter soil.
It’s resting on an earth snow:
dancing in chilliness, dazedly.
it’s waiting for a poignant breath
that will give him soul.
To feel, once more, from being numb.
To warm his heart;
but the serenity and the turmoil have ended.
The dream is forgotten by the prized.
The dream is freezing the lover.