Trip
Why not take a trip today To a place that's not so far away Riches you'll no longer need Here is where your soul is freed Unpolluted atmosphere No more anger, no more fear Colours sparkle, blue and...
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Why not take a trip today To a place that's not so far away Riches you'll no longer need Here is where your soul is freed Unpolluted atmosphere No more anger, no more fear Colours sparkle, blue and...
Look inside the dreamers brain, Its so full of ideas, you see, It could never be mundane. Thoughts are buzzing all around, like a busy bee.
Caged. Trapped behind a window I stare at the sky. Wishing I was like a bird just stretch my wings and fly. Up above the chimney pots and old telegraph wire.
Inspired by @misslittleDHP's 'as a little girl' :) ----------------------------- As a child, I lay awake, Staring up at the midnight bait, Where the stars shone, Where Peter pan flies, Were the...
Once upon a time, there was a little Skelton that glowed in the dark. His name was Ben. Ben lived in a little boys bedroom. The boy was called Jake. Jake was scared every night.
There was once a boy, Named Nicholas Claud, Who was sitting in his flat, Completely bored.
My attempt at an acrostic poem. P lease listen to what I have to say I found a strange thing one day. N othing can compete with this.
Oh my friend Come with me To Opussia We shall flee.
I've now built my tower. It's tall covered in flowers. With thorns all around. Full of delightful sounds. Even if I'm in it alone. I'm not left on my own. In my tower are a few. Dreams that came true.
For fun day Monday ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I was doing a behavior observation at a preschool, sitting with the children in the dramatic play area when a cute little 4 yr old boy pulls up a chair and sits...
On my #funday I'll climb up some curtains to play with a cat, I'll wave at some turtles, and sing to a gnat. I'll try to teach an old goldfish to walk, a giraffe some opera, a mongoose to talk.
In the life of my daughter. Time is for fun. Trying out new hobbies. Never one by one. Watching the television. A cartoon or a show. A fairy called Tinkerbelle. Or her chosen hero.
When I fancy a change of scene I hop into my pod It takes me any where I want To places new and odd I can go forward in time Funny seeing my friends old Or back in time See for myself, stories of...
I'd like to. Live & go. Where it always snow. I'd like it to be. Snow deep. To my knee. I'd like my house. Made of Ice. That'd be nice. I'd like it pale. Leaving a trail. Of my tale. I'd like to make.
o o o o o ( ^^) o ================== \ / \______________/ You are having too much fun In your...
This is where I get away from all the stresses of life. Where everything that can go right does so. Where you could be walking in a sunny, lush, green vineyard. Surrounded with grapes that are ripe.
Aaron had always liked the mountains and he probably never wouldn't. Although he hated the wind. The rain. The horrible weather. The thing he liked about it was the sense of being free. Freedom.
Stepping out into the night, The cold air burns my skin, The lamppost casting an eerie light, Shadows dance across the sky, The world is quiet, I can feel the calm stillness of it all, A different...
How crazy I must be, Wishing on crazy dreams.
Why would you want reality, when the written word makes you so much more free. When adventures and treasures you could never own, are open and offered and planted and grown.
Inspired by @naviie and @ smellyfingers craziville. This land is where no one talks. Laughter is the order of the day. Bottles with bling bling corks. In the breeze missing socks sway.
Wake up in the morning. Bleary eyed in the half light. Snatches of broken dreams. Flood back to me from night. Dreams of strange scenarios. As though my bed's a stage.
A response to @bluegerbil. Sunlight shines into, The jungle I lie in. Crumpled paper strewn everywhere, Except for in the bin. The bed rocks and wheezes, Under the weight of all the mess.
The noise of his arrival; A screeching fade, And a brilliant blue light emits, So vivid- it can be never outplayed.