A bottle of dreams
Is where I dwell,
Swimming in thoughts
And hopes and wishes.
Drowning in possibility,
Consumed by my daydreams.
Walking on upside-down stairs,
Falling onto the ceiling,
Jumping into a pool of ink,
Rolling on paper,
Forming words that don't fit together.
Reading phrases out of order
Recreating stories that make no sense,
Thinking out loud.
Screaming at the top of my lungs
But hearing nothing,
Seeing only chances worth taking,
Your face floats through the room.
Colors of no reality sinking,
But while you see me staring off into space,
I am in an ink bottle
Swimming in my daydreams and thoughts.
A contest entry
- 10 options for the creative poet (2) by bananasfoster42.
700 points, ended November 9, 2007, 20 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Secrets of the Garden - This one is for everyone! by Amunet Wolfbane.
525 points, ended November 11, 2007, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
1 - 5 of 5
-
I know this place. The swimming and thoughts tending to almost drown, yet carry you. Excellent job penning this, it calls to the part inside you that we often kept hidden.
-
great write!! please be sure to put the option you chose. thanks for the entry!
-
Well spilt ink indeed. Excellently written, this flows very nicely from start to finish. This is wonderfully done indeed. Best of luck...Scott
-
so common an experience, though perhaps not shared so vividly by all, what a wonderful escape into that world we find inside... its such a wonderful release to just fall into those places... well thanks for your thoughts, its an amazing piece
-
Very unique
I loved the way you put me right into the bottle of inc there
Adding your comment:
1 - 5 of 5
