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Eliana Knight Feb 24
Hush little child, do not cry
I will sing you a lullaby
About hidden riches
Wizards & witches
Who cast a good or evil spells
Wish granting wells
Of a brave, courageous knight
For his love he will fight
The princes & princesses pure bliss
When finally they share a true loves kiss
There is one place where it makes no sense
But be careful it can get quite intense
Fairies play amongst the flowers
Giving them magical fairy dust showers
Dragons that fly really high
You can ride them & touch the sky
They are friendly if shown respect
It’s where everything is enchantingly perfect
Hush little child, do not weep
Now is the time for you to sleep
I will tell you a tale
Of pirates who sail
Searching for buried treasure
All to spend at their leisure
Where all creatures love to talk
And the paths are gold everywhere you walk
Will-o-wisps guide the way
At sunset the night creatures come out to play
Mermaids frolic upon the rocks in the ocean
You can be anything you want with a simple potion
Unicorns run around in the woods
Merchants try to sell mysterious goods
Nymphs dance down by the river
To pass the bridge you have to pay the trolls silver
Leprechauns guard their *** of gold
This enchanting place is for the young & old
Where dinosaurs still roam
And you wake up safe at home
Hush child, as I tuck you in tight
Know that I love you & goodnight.

Dedicated To My Nephew.
Kat M Feb 23
Sharp and seductive your words linger in my brian
Soft kisses, a wandering tongue, twinging bites
Your teeth on my skin and your hands on my waist
The pull of your sweet subtle venom compels me
I am yours to take piece by piece under your spell
Forever isn’t needed I merely want you in the present
Sanguine intoxication by the fantasy of what could be
Should forever take us both idyllically holding one another
Staring into locked eyes the glint of possibly beckons
Reality states I am merely another fledgling
Admirer bowing at your feet daring to stand up
I am a mirror and so are you, reflecting echos
Of what each of us thinks the other missed
Feedback Welcome!

Thanks, Bess for the inspo!
A whole world at my fingertips
Mine to create and explore
To fill with people and cultures
To bloom from nothingness

Mine to take care of
Mine to destroy
Mine to avenge
Mine to protect
Mine to adore

I have sought love and found it a million times
Lived happily-ever-afters for millennium
I have crafted worlds where everything is perfect
And worlds where it doesn't matter that it's not

Boredom and loneliness are things of the past
For in this place I have all that I need:

A
Home
A dimension
A grand adventure
A sanctuary for my soul
A place where I can finally belong

I live two lives:
My life there
And my life here
Here, in reality
Dull, plain reality
Where I am Cursed
And love skillfully evades me
Where my happily-ever-after taunts me just out of reach
Where there is pain and danger
But without the promise of love and adventure
Sometimes I wish I could stay
Stay in my world
But I could never pick just one
One Para or character to become
Because I love them all
One world to inhabit
Because they are all so wonderful
And good things wait for me
On the other side of the Metamorphosis

One day, everything will be great
We will always Triumph
Alii Semper Vincemus!

And my worlds will always be there for me
I will always have my power: to go wherever I please outside the realm of reality

Someday, I'll share my power with the world
But for now it is my sanctuary
My one reprieve
Nothing
Can ever make me give it up
As a Maladaptive Daydreamer, I have a sort of real life superpower: to enter fantasy worlds in my head. Too bad they're so good I wish I could stay there. Even if it's the literal zombie apocalypse, I still find myself longing to live there for real, at least for a little while. Every blessing comes with a curse I guess.

The world I'm writing about is Lindsavadia, a fantasy world of my own design. I drew it, and am world-building and culture-building right now. I actually created it for a book I'm writing! Writing a novel is HARD, but really fun. This is the first daydream that I introduced Lindsavadia to. I decided to use my daydreams as a technique for world-building, because it needed a lot of work. So I threw some of my favorite Paras in there and took them on a grand tour of Lindsavadia. Best idea I've ever had! The world-building is going GREAT! Way better than if I'd stuck to writing only.

I never thought I'd get this far. Truly amazing. I don't know what I'd do without my Paras and worlds. I hope that someday, I'll be able to share this magic with everyone

Sorry for the ESSAY haha!
Whisky and Poetry
The look in your eyes,
smoldering ******,
begging good times.

A bold and beautiful Celtic Lass.

Emerald eyes and auburn hair 
make this Irish heart beat too fast.

I wish I could kiss her ruby red lips,
caress that creamy skin,
with my calloused fingertips. 

So stunning in moonlight,
My eyes drink her in.

A vision of innocence 
a portrait of sin.

Just a paperback cover
in a bookstore bin.

Polarized and filtered not reality,
A 35 mm dream girl 
I'll never truly see.

But in my mind she's mine
as long as I want her to be.

Through the magic of
Whisky, and Poetry.
Inspired by looking through photos for a suitable cover
to an adult romance novel I've been working on for a very long time.
checkout the video on my you tube channel
www.youtube.com/@tsummerspoetry
Into The Neon Sky

Oh, when the night begins to shine,
Every star is yours and mine,
Feel the rhythm, hear the call,
Lost in space, we have it all.

When the night begins to shine,
We leave the past so far behind,
Through the dark, through the rain,
We ride the lightning once again.

Dreams collide in a sea of gold,
Tales of fire that remain untold,
Falling deep into the sound,
Where lost souls are finally found.
Under moonlight, hearts ignite,
Racing faster than the night.

Oh, when the night begins to shine,
I see the fire in your eyes,
Through the echoes, through the light,
We chase the stars, we own the night.

When the night begins to shine,
Gravity fades, we touch the sky,
Flames arise from the silver ground,
Every heartbeat, a shining sound.
Hold on tight, don’t look away,
This road was made for those who stay.
Into the neon sky is Inspired by a cyber punk theme love story between couple who go out on a night out and its inspired by a cartoon which I was watching I felt really heartfelt with it so I wanted to write something that go's with same pace of its opening theme song
Zywa Feb 14
When will I be young?

I asked after mum’s story --


of her girlhood years.
Novel "The PowerBook" (2000, Jeanette Winterson), chapter "EMPTY TRASH"

Collection "No wonder"
neo Feb 13
a mystic queen of clouds
stirring her golden mixing ***.
arms reaching up in crowds,
heads and legs getting caught.
she fully douses the creatures
in the prismatic solutions,
giving them distinct features
and eccentric attributions.
one by one they climb the ladle,
making neat rows of eight
up on the big smokey table.
her tiny whispers seal their fate.
making hexes, casting spells.
her eyes satisfied yet sharp.
off you go! she gracefully yells
as her novice sounds the harp.
wings of glass burst out their backs.
the creatures scared of its source
yet they mindlessly grab an axe
their monarch has her faithful force.
Underneath the canopy where gentle breezes sway,
Forest elves flutter with elegance, a magical play.
Amidst green verdant foliage, they frolic and giggle,
The magical musical is fleeting, mere whispered riddle.

In a world where dreams and stories intertwine,
Tales spunned fantasy, recounted by mankind,
Elvish girls gowns with radiance aboudingly fair,
Among the trees, glittering sunlight in their hair.

Whispers of majestic charms spoken on the wind,
A beauty, a kind of rarity makes me tremble within,
Woods and animals hold a secret just out of sight,
Wistful hearts desire, a true nature's silent delight.

Moonbeams showers over their echoes of laughter,
Promises before the dawn of time converge ever after,
Forever serenity among animals where they lay,
As clever fairies mislead curious human away.

Legends of old remain a whisper of truth,
Only the pure ones, innocent hearts of youth,
Granted an entrance or visions fleeting glimpse,
Others succumbing under the mystical hijinks.
Word count 155. Fantasy of the faerie.
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
Jacob Jan 28
Creator of fear
Mirror of fear
Reveal what is already inside
Seer of fear
Maestro of fear
Divine is the weave pierced through flesh
Precursor of fear
Devourer of fear
Feast, for the meal was sown by you

**** and ***** to see what makes them tick
Preform acts that would make another sick
Tried and true please them into another hue
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