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#sundayrepost. (Not incredibly old but I like this one). Welcome to my mind,. Dark tunnels are not hard to find,. Take a left and then a right,. The tunnels will end with a bright beam of light,.
My mind. Where everything is made. The place that I escape to. When joy begins to fade. I build up majestic castles. And tear them down again. I create a million face. Just to have a million friends.
Liliana is what I go by I am not real, I am a fictional character. But this opuss account is where I will share my stories... My made up, imaginary, realistic life.
Jotting down a couple words. To get me through the day. All of this inside my head. That no one hears me say. And now I've finally found a way. To let them understand. The only way to get it out.
#bestofopuss (really proud of the last line and title idea on this one). Sleeping soundly with mind full of sweet. A warm comfy bed is hard to beat. Chocolate dreams taking over my brain.
Q uiet. U ncommunicative. I ntrovert. E xpressionless. T aciturn. Quiet as a mouse,. No noise escaping mouth,. Could hear a pin drop,. Internal voices loose the plot,. Inaudible creature,.
Lulled into sleep,. Dreams are mine to keep,. Full of colour and glee,. Dreams of my spirit running free,. Smells as fresh as cut grass,. Seasons change and I watch them pass,.
Welcome to my mind,. Dark tunnels are not hard to find,. Take a left and then a right,. The tunnels will end with a bright beam of light,. Round the bend,. Is confidence needing a mend,.
I wanna retreat inside. Go hide. In a place my own. Be alone. Not be seen. It feels freeing. I'm in my mind. Retract from time. Hide in thought. Buried and lost. None can see. The hidden me.
#projecthumanity I've been sitting here, Waiting, watching, Watching the years go by, I look at my watch, Where has time gone.
I lay in my bed. and I stare into space. Eyes open, mind shut. Not asleep nor awake. My deep inner conscience. Rarely woken, disturbed. Knows all my dark secrets. Pictures and words.
*inspired by a a place my dad told me to go whenever I felt sad Neverland is your home When you're there you are never alone It's your own personal space Nothing to it equates It's a place that you...
A time of blissful slumber. A time of utter bliss. A time when the darkness fades away. Replaced with your lovers kiss. A dream world full of perfection. Of all you want and more.
There is a wooden door,. Sat at the back of my mind,. Where everything is possible,. Only just hidden behind,. The oak is tough,. The corner dark,. But me and this door,. Shall never part,.
I remember a time when I felt so alone. When I had not a place to call my own. It was that time when I had to escape. I had to go my own way. I found that I could get lost. In the depths of my mind.
I sit upon my throne of glass, Look across my land, The sea, the beaches, and the trees, The miles of stretching sand.
The first sign of madness Is voices in your head And not being able to differentiate From what it real or not there Ask any writer Where did this story come.
The dreams that come to me in the night,. Do appear more real than life itself,. Closing my eyes I venture into a world of freedom,. A new and vibrant playground,. I can run forever without tiring,.
There's this girl I know from way back. She's a quiet person. She thinks quite differently for herself. Shes quite naive if you ask me. She longs for a companion but never went after them.
A world so beautiful So precise and crisp A world so open So bright your heart can feel it A world so perfect It was made just for me A world without trouble You leave those at the door A world...
In presence, I'm here In mind, I'm not For I live in my imagination, In reality I rot The world is too harsh And so I run away To that place in my head Where I can be happy every day My body has...
Piano I sit at my piano seat and let my fingers glide. I forget everything and everyone around me as I make my tune tonight.
I am me. That's all I'll ever be. Nothing much. And nothing more. I'm not a lot to take in. I'm a average person. As you can say. But look beyond features. And I'm a mystery. A jungle unexplored.
I fabricated a world So I could escape my pain. A place where I could live With no hopelessness or shame. It's a world where I'm alone, In a oasis with a lake.