Dreaming of our future, Thinking of our past.
Imagining the things that never seem to last.
Crying on your shoulder, sleeping in your lap.
Imagination land makes me want a nap.
Reality get messy, reality gets mean.
Imagination rocks 'cause you don't worry about a thing.
In my imagination parents don't exist,
so no one will find us, and no one gets pissed.
booze bottles run dry as things get hot,
never having the feeling that we're going to be caught.
In my imagination, its only you and me.
I think my imagination is how it's meant to be.
A contest entry
- The Really Late Night Mind by Fallen Grace.
600 points, ended October 31, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
what do you think?
Comments
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This is a very good write, I love the imagery in it and the rhyme is pretty good too. Reading this actually put me in the position to where i was feeling and seeing the images play out in front of me. You did a very good job, thank you for taking the time to enter my contest!
Good Luck!
Grace.
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