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  • Form of the Dreams.

    Each new dream,
    An unfolding of canvas and memories,
    The panicked paint seeps through levels of consciousness,
    The reality of this fantasy confuses me,
    The colors are so bright,
    Every shade is two shades brighter--
    The trees so green it's blinding white.
    And the separation seems so blurry--
    Between fun and fury,
    The rage and fear just disappear,
    Into puddles of pure delicious delusion.
    Each past event now circumvents--
    In one rainbow firework of love and hurt,
    The colors flow and fight for the foreground,
    But the sky appears so clear,
    The sunbeams twist into tendrils of something unknown,
    The form of the dreams flow deeper,
    But the sleep stays the same,
    A refuse from the weariness of the world,
    An entrance into subconscious sanctuary.

  • #2
    I really enjoyed this one, benjaminallentx , thank you for sharing!

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    • benjaminallentx
      benjaminallentx commented
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      Thank you, I'm really glad to hear you enjoyed it!

  • #3
    a smooth venture into a wonderful subject. well done!

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    • #4
      I like your poem of dreams. I also like hearing about dreams. Nice work.

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      • #5
        The rage and fear just disappear,
        Into puddles of pure delicious delusion.
        Each past event now circumvents--
        In one rainbow firework of love and hurt.

        I love that phrase!

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        • Brainwreck
          Brainwreck commented
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          I second that. It is a beautiful phrase.

      • #6
        A very apt description benjaminallentx !

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