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Using brushstrokes of her imagination,
She painted him beautifully..
Sometimes in a variety of hues,
Sometimes in colors that didnt exist..
Omitting the scars,
Smudging his arrogance,
She colored him to perfection,
Adding a dash of his desires..
In the thirsty, white canvas,
She trapped him into permanence..
Atleast,here he belonged to her,
Hung in a frame of unfinished love..
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Clouding my thoughts
you drive my imagination wild
I guess you could say you give me "wild thoughts"
I'm trying to pull myself out of this whirlwind of bliss.
It's great but I must get back to reality.
i'm Dorthy and you're my Oz.
you're the kerosene that fuels my fire
and this is way too hot to handle.
I'm living in a sea of emotion and I know i'm gonna drown.
I do this all time, when am I going to learn?
I wish i could calm this storm in my brain.
I feel it will make me insane, and you already drive me crazy.
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I do not know?
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Would such of a fantasy be within a land made for fantasies?
Fanatics would be lined up around the corner of Candi Land
Right across Fantasy Lane
Next door to Candi Land
Would be the Candi Store
Where you could purchase such fantasies desirable
Fantasy Land would be where to go
To purchase fantasy outfits for whatever occasion
Fantasy land is where your dreams come true
If only for a night or a day
If you dream, fantasized about or visualize your imagination
Your imagination could take you to Fantasy Land
Welcome to Fantasy Land
Where your fantasies
Could come true
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My world is infinite, so is my imagination, and i would like to show you both. it might seem scary or maybe strange, it might seem weird but i am still the same.
and maybe its time to open your eyes and see my world, or maybe its time to think things through and walk away. or maybe you could you could stay and be open and free, think with your creative mind just like me, maybe we could fly into outer space, with you by my side, maybe we could race. race to a planet far away there we can play games all day and watch the stars at night. wake up to a summer light in the afternoon we can dance spinning around faster than fast and then we can run.
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Terzanelle
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Your mind has designed the perfect lover
That sensitive man of your special dreams
You wait for him to rip off the covers
Late night dinning with kisses and moon beams
You are awake and still dreaming of him
That sensitive man of your special dreams
Alone in the night the lights grow dim
Thinking about love and what it all means
You are awake and still dreaming of him
Real life may not always be filled with steam
You try to be thankful but it seems hard
Thinking about love and what it all means
With imagination you play the card
Even though you're aware it isn't real
You try to be thankful but it seems hard
In the end you can't help how you feel
Even though you're aware it isn't real
Your mind has designed the perfect lover
You wait for him to rip off the covers
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Are you more than just my imagination?
Is your call only my inner, silent plea to
be released from this lonely desperation,
this hollow, unfulfilling need?
I see you walking in the fields at night
and I feel you touch me in dawn's early light.
I smell your English lavender the same as
when you were here. Is it you, really my
Dear?
Is it you who ripples the water when I am
at our favorite creek and is it you that kisses
the tears from my cheek? It can't be just my
imagination for I feel you are here, who else
would have followed me throughout all these years.
Is it you my Love or just my Imagination?
Sharon Gulley
05/17/2014
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Ballad
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If only, if only I could catch the cooties from you, please, give me the cooties, I heard, they can cure the blues, sometimes
Give them to me, so they'll be mines
The cooties aren't so scary, when they're coming from you
The cooties are the only thing that can stop me from feeling blue??
I don't get to see you, anymore
This is hard for me
You impressed me to my very core
If you used a breathalyzer wand, to see
If I were drunk, it wouldn't be from wine
But from the way I feel, thinking of you
Wishing that you were mine
Or that I could simply lock lips with yours
Then, maybe I would no longer feel so blue
For now, though, in my imagination- we're walking hand in hand, on many shores
Through flowers, past ponds and valleys, too
Past the limits of infatuation
If only, if only I could catch the cooties from you, please, give me the cooties, I heard, they can cure the blues, sometimes
Give them to me, so they'll be mines
The cooties aren't so scary, when they're coming from you
The cooties are the only thing that can stop me from feeling blue??
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Romanticism
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"The Warm Downward Spiral"
"You’re a warm spoon
I’m hot honey."
he says,
"I know you are"
Ah, the warm welcome
downward spiral
The beautiful madness
takes hold
here in my room
with my
Incubus
love is a verb
spooning hot
honey
over
Blind Man
who now turns
he’s not running
Writes his story
on my pages
with his hands
bold kisses that burn
leaves rustling words
whispering over
pages of skin
Life’s luscious lips
burn their blistering
imprint
I run my finger
down his spine
I place my mark
to save that page
to read over again
and again
He’s a book not yet
fully read,
he’s a story in rough draft
progress yet to be written
sans edit
bold font
never ending
A loose mystery
bookmarked and bound
tight with Red ribbon
(LadyLabyrinth/2018)
“There are two ways to reach me: by way of kisses or by way of the imagination. But there is a hierarchy: the kisses alone don't work.”
Anaïs Nin
"Here in My Room", Incubus
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0IlPlKBXRHE
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I do not know?
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Distinctly it was all the way from here to there and over near
(Far from the naked eyes illusions)
more than it seems or less as,
(Illusions may differ from all)
sounds igniting more than,
(Illusions interact with sounds, is it so or just in the mind)
noises bouncing from there to here,
(Sound ultimately bounce from wavelengths but from where)
lights surrounding more than,
(Imagination run wild as allowed to)
headlights here and there,
(Are they headlights or are they suppose to appear as inclined)
Flashlights glaring off eyeglasses,
(from the form of ones primitive mind to actuality may be indescribable yet )
Vibration of movements livid
(Livid as movement are, makes one
under analysis very distinctive to another yet illusions of the naked eye dare not take a walk in the mind of said so subjective)
Distinctly times of the day
( differ for anyone of nature for as humans one may be considered distinctly distinctive, but from who, or whom, or from what)
Distinctly it was all the way from here, there and yonder to try another different approach yet what will tomorrow bring and after next day and continuing to the next, then what is next, distinctly?
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Ballad
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Oh Romeo ' where out thou is the first of all thoughts
how do you have the time to enchant ones soul
your words of sheer beauty come so easily for you
There must be Juliet at home in her heart only for you does her passion grow
Yes you are charming and very witty as though you have lived many lives
many lives over and over again, to seduce with words you control
you are one with imagination
you are one of God's creations
still I am left to wonder
how many loves you have written too
In writing I love and in writing I can shed my thoughts
never wishing to hurt another's soul
for it is she I wish you stay , her tears do not flow
respectfully thinking of how romantic you are
careful not to be caught in a tornado of thoughts throughout my day
I am here to write not be captivated by your magic spell weaved
There's a Juliet I must imagine , beautiful , loyal , most stunning , waiting for you
In love she cooks she bakes , she lives she awaits
For how could one like you not have found true love .
How do you find the time in the day , to love so gracefully in words shared
My thoughts are taken for minutes of the day with you I am impaired
You know who you are don't you , you must , how many hearts have thou Broken Oh Romeo , through desire and lust .
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They played reverse psychology with his mind
He felt so stupid
Like everything he had ever believed was a lie
The auras are bad, we continued to say
They are not good
Test the spirits…test the spirits
He went haywire
He pushed away
How could we blame him?
His body was not his own
Come to grips, we told him
The doctors don’t understand
But still we must not jump to conclusions
You are strong; you have God
The upper hand
If I lift this bed will you think otherwise?
Lift the entire world and I will see nothing of you
You are nobody compared to him in my eyes
Your wonders are for wonderment alone
You wander and then you stay
You prey prey prey
Those that prey desire nourishment
Those who prey lack strength
And to grab onto the youngest
Mistaking him for stupid and weak
That is below everything unworthy
That is just pathetic
Whatever you are
You are not him
And surely not worthy of a line of acknowledgement
You hurt my closest friend
And it is on
You will be the reason
The fire of my claws flare
You will be the very thing I will devour
It preyed on his innocence
It made itself his friend
Acting the hero
Burning him to nothing in the end
Come to grips, we said
No more writing
No more imagination
The auras are not good
He is not good!
Laura is not good!
Life life life is not good!
You prey on a sick, young boy
You are messing with a demon like me!
I will tear you to shreds for the next flaw you set fire to!
Believe me I will hide more under the timbers
And I will crawl out
Spewing perversity and hate
And drag you in with me
True colors will surround you
I realize you have the power
To kill my loved one
I stake alone
I hand the burning torch to you
And with fire surrounding me
I spit and hiss
Take me
Take me instead
I know you want all
And all live in me
You cannot turn down my offer
Become me
And I will destroy me
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