Inside that Mind
What goes on in the mind of a fantasy writer? How does the thought process evolve to write those minute details? What makes a woman write about burning skin, throbbing hearts ripped off the chest, witches and fairies, animals, the devil??
Can she really turn off these fantasies? Does she search the sinister developings that could emerge from the dogs that gather at dusk?The birds that flock blocking the sun?That chill from the crack in the window?Can she escape the shadows of the trees that follow unrelentless?
Is she making you see things in a different light ? Or she just writing what she cannot cease to see?
Flights of Fantasy
I sell my bones
To hear those trinkets ching
All my life blood sucked
From eyes that strained to see the rain bloom
….. My flights of fantasy in exchange for what you call wealth.
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I took this pretence away
I dream of that magic day
When I declare my love to this world
….. My flights of fantasy in exchange for what you call practical.
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No logic seems to govern
This queen like feeling I search
When I treat myself to those words
….. My flights of fantasy in exchange for all the worlds truth.
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I pacify what I want
Shun it away as just a mere fancy
When you don’t say those things I seek
….. My flights of fantasy in exchange for this long life.
Welcome back
Jump over this wall
A faster bus to catch
Throw the driver off his seat
Look at the sun through the wings of the dusty sail
Stop the feet from moving sand
Turn back look at it this way
Drown nonexistence
Rip out that vaccum
Stop my hands from typing
Close your eye
Catch the tear before it hits the fancy shoe
A million miles away from the light house
Sit, Feel the grime hit
Infinite ages passing in tiny moments
Tuck that thought in a warm blanket
Wake to a lit room
Hit the road
Welcome back to this side of the road.