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Children angrily draw places I dare to crawl,
snapping crayons and enticing dragons,
shifting my blame to a tearful shame,
huffing, puffing, she's always running...
mirror fogged to erase physical flaws

Roping brevity teases and stirs the bees,
fantasy shattered of a ring and knees,
beauty but nor telepathic fiery demon,
pages torn out of today's point-ed sermon.

Huff and puff wishes to break concrete love,
love-birds teasing frantically, annoying above,
sunsets on a beach, not  which crushes,
knots carefully flushed out as mother brushes.
This is an old poem I have revised too.  Its about a child trying to stay innocent despite a wolf. I kinda wrote it from the wolf's perspective. Eventually he sees the innocence and love the mother has of this child. And he backs away.
The uniVerse Apr 6
I’ve dreamed of many things
of queens and kings
I've seen within
how soon it takes
for moons to break
and stars to burst
but which came first
the dream or the dreamer
I’ve already been here
a million times
lived a thousand lives
so watch me die
a supernova
still a ******
the sun, my lover
I’ve tasted warmth
and burnt my tongue
I’ve cried through fear
but didn’t run
so still I’m here
lost in dreams
fighting giants
without the means
I’ve been the hero
and the villain
of the same story
so I keep killing
as nobody’s caught me
death to the dream and the dreamer of things
let us see what reality brings.
Originally written Dec 1st 2021
Maria Apr 3
I beg you teach me how to laugh alive.
It seems as if I've tightly forgotten.
But, please, only no sadness for the past.
All that I had before, is left out and rotten.

I beg you teach me to believe in miracles.
It seems as if I've wholly got stale.
But, please, only no fairy-tales and quodlibets.
You make them up so poorly and fail.

I beg you teach me not to cry by no means.
My tantrums are being not much help at all.
Yes, I'm a girl, and we're not forbidden.
But it's in vain. I've checked it all in whole.

I beg you teach me how to get old steadily.
I realize that it's about my time.
I promise not to argue or resist noway.
My life was generous to me just anytime.

If this's the case, I will continue moving.
My feet will lisp along the ground bit by bit.
And when I have no force at all to trudge behind,
I'll simply sit under the pine and hug my knees.
Maybe this poem came about in response to autumn depression. But it's not autumn at all. Or maybe it is a kind of summing up and fatigue. Whatever it is, it is sincere.
Thank you for reading and for your time! 💖🙏
[ ] You were my wish
[ ] My wish upon a shooting star
[ ] The fairytale fantasy I longed for
[ ] But only ever saw from afar
[ ] And I know such opportunities don't come often
[ ] Without leaving a lasting scar
[ ] I held you close in secret dreams
[ ] And cherished our friendship's quiet themes


[ ] You were my wish
[ ] And I meant it with my whole heart
[ ] Though I knew that you didn't feel the same from the start
[ ] Yet you unravelled the threads of my heart
[ ] Leaving me lying there
[ ] Torn apart


[ ] You were my wish
[ ] A shooting star that flashed across my sky
[ ] I wished for you, for us, for a love that would last
[ ] But like a shooting star, you vanished before it got light
[ ] In the silence, I confront the weight of my unspoken heart
[ ] Memories of our moments are forever locked apart
[ ] The fragments of a love that I couldn't find the words to start


[ ] You were my wish, a dream that didn't come true
[ ] I'm left with just this emptiness
[ ] A longing that still echoes through
[ ] Time and time again, I wished for you
[ ] And now I'm left to wonder why
[ ] But you were my wish, my heart's deepest sigh
[ ] The bitter-sweet reminder of what could never be
[ ] Forever etched into my mind
[ ] a memory I'll never leave behind
[ ] A dream that stays with me for all of eternity
About wishing for me and my bsf to be more, and wishing t apon a shooting star
Grey Feb 27
"I hate that they were right

you were too good to be true

because you were
a fairy tale

my subconscious

A projection
of what I wanted

my cravings

all which

would never amount
to anything but that".
Faith Cubitt Feb 10
I dreamt about you last night.... the kind of dream where everything is so real, everything makes so much sense.
The kind of dream where once you woke up you need to do everything in your power to prove it was real, someway or somehow.
you told me you loved me.... the words like sweet honey coming from your lips. I wrapped my arms around you and felt more at home than I had ever been in my life.
You smiled, it was right at me, and contagiously I fell for it and smiled right back.
your eyes were pools I was willingly drowning in.
It couldn't have been a dream? please say it wasn't....
you held me, I was happy.
but then I pinched myself, this beautiful world where you and I were what we were always supposed to be came crashing down before I even had the time to scream your name.
I need you.... god, I need you, I will always need you.
you told me this was real.... you even lie in my dreams.
Archer Feb 1
Tiny people made of candy
Realms where there is never drought
I can live in worlds so dandy
It’s getting closer, let me out
Angels, art, and magic beasts
Mer-people swimming in the kelp
Elves, enchantment, pink faeries
It’s getting closer, please come help
I sleep on a bed as soft as cake
The knight which has their sword unsheathed
Lakes are made of chocolate shake
It’s getting closer, I can’t breathe
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