My first full poem, written at around age ten.


Live Imaginary

The imaginary delights in taunting reality
I've sailed with Vikings whose reflections hummed lullabies
And eased myself into quicksand without ever landing
A nightly indulgence, charmed to ride the dragon and obey the siren

Taste her melody, hear her eyes bask in the view
Forget your own name and all the people you knew
Live under the comforter, visit the witch in the well
See for yourself and remember there are stories I have yet to tell

I dream of clouds soaking into my skin
And maybe you could join them-- drink up, I'll let you in
Inhales and exhales, your eyes never need be open
Just listen to the stitch work of a puppet's vest that was once broken

It's a fairy tale, fairy tale of euphoria meant for faces carved by angels
You belong anywhere, everywhere, and there's no one who can still recall being broken
I don't move my lips, I'm a fluent ventriloquist--who only sings, and whispers
Listen please, heed me, I'm now a delicate piece of literature

You're worth all of time, a concept that there not exists
Just a lifetime commitment, I ask for only one sip

You can lie with me, die with me, bleed into dirt that is clean
Live an insurmountable epic, sleep it away with me

Dream that it's not imaginary, and it will become our reality




Poetry by MsImaginary The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-04-07 at 07:02

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Praveen Bhusal
I loved reading this for the most random parts, and I must admit, it is quite dreamy, in how everything is experienced through everything else. Like 'taste her melody', 'hear her eyes'. But there's also lines that threw me off like 'Just a lifetime commitment, I ask for only one sip' and I don't prefer the use of 'reality' altogether. Find a substitute for it, if you can. I love these lines 'Just listen to the stitch work of a puppet's vest that was once broken' and 'You belong anywhere, everywhere, and there's no one who can still recall being broken'. You clearly have a knack for poetry and although I love losing myself purely to words, you do need to sharpen your craftsmanship and do clearer drafts with more focus.
2018-04-08