If you look in the corners,
You'll find her sitting there.
Muttering in a tone softer,
That she is nothing but a mere.
With her head inside the book,
She indulges herself in an imaginery world.
Where things are exactly the same as they look,
Instead of the promises which are actually curled.
As she dives deeper, begin to find the peace within,
Forgets about the grief and isolation, and feels the joy in her skin.
Reality is different,
From the world she went in.
Filled with loss and loneliness,
Unlike the abundance of love she felt therein.
-laxika
Characters formed in the,
Imaginery visions of the author.
The reader sees the character,
In only what their mind can see.
Reading into the story it,
Gripping your very soul.
Words form into feelings and,
Emotions thrusting you into the,
Story where your mind,
Takes you everyday.
At night they take you in their arms,
Gripping your very soul until your,
Heart swells with love.
The alarm rings.
You awake
Cussing the author,
But smiling knowing you have,
Hope in the future.
Your heart lives.
You dont have to be moved,
we are already in a revolution
A different kind, one where futures are decided on couches in front of the television.
One which undoes it all
Implanting the seeds that usurp
men and women; both old and young along with their hot blooded ideals.
I make a imaginery toast to a time when we raised fists in unison.
While I watch in much intrigue and an impending sense of horror,
a tide wiping the minds of the free of all that is red
With the sterility of modern celluloid fiction.
The profane fantasies consisting of comic book superheroes fighting crime.
Morphed, rudimentary ideas of justice.
Just another vulgar display of neo liberal superficiality.
Meanwhile my mind wanders far away
To the remote and torrid jungles of nowhere
My comrade mothers her child
who is to be weaned off of her bossom,
It Blissfully titters at the breathtaking landscape now under seige.
As she cuddles her child, her eyes peer into the vastness.
Her heroes are dead, but not her resilience.
She had big eyes
Sweet soft reply like nectar
Hands, feet & face
Her hair would flow with a trace
Loved to be loved in a world so very cold
She humbly kept a diary
To capture her imainery friend
A sweet loving angel whom she can depend
Spent hours in her garden
Touching the lavender and strawberries to
Juliet there is a star in your eyes girl
Her sweet kisses was in her granmothers wishes
She was a true poet of her own
Spent most of her time staying home all alone
Yet outside lurked a frightful demon
Who taunted Juliet which left her screaming
The demon attacked her many times alone
Until the very day she called upon her imaginery friend
With its appearing the demon disappeared from sight
Falling head long to the edge of the night
To call upon her friend for that is her right
sunset orange clouds
create imaginery
in the still twilight
This is my imaginary date
I only have when I dream
Of my boyfriend to be
This is when I with my date
The boyfriend to be
We were in a place that was meant for us
We were the only one there
Laying on a blanket in the sun
Relaxing soaking up the sun
Only the two of was there
We held hands when we-went
Strolling at the water edge
Then we went for a long swim
Then back to the blanket
Then we embraced each other
With a passionate kiss
We are two people
That are deeply in love
We are two people that are one
My hands loose
on the wheel
Darkness in sight
The road invisible
lanes imaginery,
conscious heavy
As the road ends
so does my touch
My skin bleeds as
my mind rises
A fury of sounds
distort my screams
I struggle
I fight
Helpless
I glide into the darkness
Begging and pleading...
Crying out to stay
As I vanish
into the night
I read Your POETRY and try to imitate Love
In my POETRY I pretend to know what I write
My heart does not feel anything even for GOD above
I talk to HIM in Prayer, never see HIM in my sight
I never knew my Mother, I did not know my Dad
Imaginery Brothers and Sister is all I ever had
I read so many POEMS of Love as many as I could
I never felt the pangs of lost Love even though I should
I felt a twinge of feelings for POETS on the Soup
I feel I have betrayed YOU, and most likely lost YOUR Trust
I ask for Your forgiveness, From the Lauretes of this group
My Lenore, was and is and Epic tale of Lust
To be Cont. on this page in about an hour
I'm at the Library and time is Up
My hands trace imaginery lines where your body use to be.
They know every line every curve and follow them from memory.
Leaving an outline of love lost in the air before me.
The feelings flow from the ghostly caress to my mind as if the warmth the softness of your
flesh is real.
The breaths we shared course through my veins.
And pulse throughout me as my heart pounds out your name in a rythm as steady as day
and night.
My lips long for the silky feel of yours pressed on mine.
With whispers shared between which made each better and more intense then the last.
Filled with the passion which has toppled nations and makes the world stop and all around
us vanish.Till it's only you and I.
My ghost lover you will always be with me.
For although the simple world will try and make me forget.
My body never will..
You are as much of me as I am myself and I shall carry your spirit evermore.
Waves of joy pass over me
As I feel your warmth and presence
You send light in my direction
You clear all the cobwebs
And make everything clear
You correct my vision
You fill my heart
You fill my mind
You spend quality time
You clean my soul thoroughly
It is renewed
It is not cluttered when you are here
You simplify my life
You break it down into managable chunks
You see the entire process
You guide me along the way
You provide hope and encouragement
You love me through and through
You are always beside me
You are my imaginery friend
You watch over me, you watch over me
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