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There's grease on the keys, A slippery reminder of procrasti-pizza. Sure to split unsure fingers Into a potato-mash of typos while I tap an irregular beat upon the surface of academia Never...
Liked On: 12-08-2012, 08:27 PM
(by ShadowScribe) The clean smell of the brooks And the roving glens and hills Gently beckon my free spirit every day The very air of Ireland Calls for me as one of its own Yet here I stay ...
Liked On: 12-08-2012, 08:26 PM
:) This poem is about my diagnosis of Hodgkin's Lymphoma 5 months ago and the whole process of going through the fight. I'm currently approaching the end of my treatment and finally seeing the light...
Liked On: 12-08-2012, 08:25 PM
Sitting alone, all others despair Mutual imperturbableness is ever rare
Liked On: 12-08-2012, 08:24 PM
have you ever had motives as sticky as the dried cola on the floor, as volatile as lighter fluid in your zippo, my intent is as dried up and worn as my favorite wallet, it's leather bound and...
Liked On: 12-08-2012, 08:23 PM
Roses are red Violets are blue Poetry is hard Boobs.
Liked On: 12-08-2012, 08:23 PM
Wow, I'm really impressed with the pool of talent in this thread. Keep it up Dreamers! There are those who are wiser than I, Who shake their fist at the sky, Tear out their hair and let out a...
Liked On: 12-08-2012, 08:23 PM
Don't click this. You're wasting your time. Because this isn't a dream-- at least, it's not mine. I'm praying for Bigfoot to come take me away. I've heard the stories. He has compassion for
Liked On: 12-08-2012, 08:22 PM
There is so much to be explored Pristine wonders yearning to be adored So much ability to find within Chances to realize life as a reward In search of a mythical beast of flight The shining...
Liked On: 12-08-2012, 08:22 PM
You should write them both a persuasive essay or something cute.
Liked On: 12-08-2012, 08:07 PM
I lay in bed for only about 20 minutes. I concentrate on my breathing and the center of my forehead. *A few images appear briefly. Then I was in a movie theater. I could see myself standing near the...
Liked On: 09-15-2012, 12:05 AM
Good luck with your WILD tonight, SilverJay. And thank you for the welcome and tutorial Mancon. I'm going to check out your tutorials as well.
Liked On: 05-24-2012, 08:47 PM
Ahhh, I love vivid lucid dreams! Congratulations on getting 40 LDs. That is a good accomplishment. I agree with you, I hate when people don't seem to be interested in it at all. It is such an...
Liked On: 05-22-2012, 02:53 AM
Have you decided to try it as your RC? If you do, keep us updated on it, I'm curious as to what your experience with it is. :)
Liked On: 05-22-2012, 02:52 AM
Yeah, that's that thing about me as an artist. It's paradoxical and borderline hypocritical but I've found that, while quite good at expressing myself, others commonly will express my own opinion...
Liked On: 05-22-2012, 02:33 AM
In the beginning of what was my last dream for the night, I was thrown right into the midst of the deep Atlantic Ocean. However, I was on a small fiberglass surfboard and paddling out west from Europe, heading southwest. (Ironically, I was heading towards Australia, apparently my mind doesn't accept South America as a valid continent.) It was a very calm endure, and lasted a good thirty minutes of rowing and contemplating life, without any strong disturbances. After my arrival in Australia, I quickly entered a community pool, and brought my surfboard with me. Walking casually over to the pool, it seemed logical for me to jump in and use my surfboard. Following this, a majority of the dream was swimming and paddling around, and meeting a few people (whom I can't currently recall.)
My surfboard broke into pieces, and the mood of the pool started to change drastically. It was closing time at the pool, and the colors turned warped. The lights turned off, a majority of the people left, and the colors of the water swirled and mixed different shades of lavender, brown, forest green, and more. Moreover, a diver was practicing in one spot, and asked if I would want to practice with her. Agreeing and seeing I had no where else to be, I dived in and swam in the hurricane of colors, and then abruptly decided to leave. On my way out the door, I got a call from a Government Agency called "Billboard" and answered casually. Apparently my parents were looking for me and I had gone missing. The dream ended.
Note: Do you have a time you have to look at everyday? It's just that random time, twice a day, that you just for some reason always see? Well, mine is 9:11. It's been that way for a few years- when I woke up from this dream, I checked my phone only to realize it was precisely 9:11. Weird, right?