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While not quite within this world, I lie back with fists tightly curled,. The blankets held tighter and fingers turning whiter,. I look past our realm of light and travel seamlessly into night,.
#acrostic. Darkness provides the backdrop. Reality ends, conscious stopped. Entering a world of pure fantasy. A world where emotions control what we see. Memories sometimes twisted and shown.
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,.
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.
Tall tall towers from which we can fly Faces of those who've passed that make us cry Roads and paths for our avatars to run Legs spinning like roadrunner, oh such fun A familiar place, yet...
Why did I see bears last night As I went off to bed. Not real bears I hasten to say But dream bears in my head. They didn't frolic, talk or roar, Just sat there still as stone.
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,.
Fabrications of my imagination, Protruding from the source of their creation, Spinning out a tale of their own narration, Swimming in my head for the night's duration.
Soft little pillow Where I rest my head, How you must be filled with dreams... That my mind unknowing sheds. Why is it I only remember The unuseful bits I do.
Pulled from this place of dread. Come lay down in bed. Let your body rest. While the mind churns. In imagination. A central wonder station. Thoughts swirl around. Creating a dream town.
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.
Welcome to sleep Where your dead but alive Your almost completely turned off Except for your mind Where your dreams let you wonder In an unspoken world Where your mind lets you ponder To a fairy tail...
When the day is over And you've let off all your steam Dinner, TV, time for bed To sleep, perchance to dream Dreams may come in any form Many allegories Any subject that you like Different...