I had a dream,
Some time ago
My ribs,
Blown outside my body
And rose vines twisted and curled around each one,
The vines grew thicker,
And my heart beat quicker
I let out a snicker,
But it did quite tickle
A twisted dream was this,
As the vine overcame me
I turned into a forest
And no one ever saved me
My tears once shed created a lake
So blue,
And my thoughts and feelings became birds the flew,
My organs and bones became sticks and vines
And my heart still let out beats
Creating life in a short time
My eyes beholden to a sun
My fingers cloudy
My mouth turned moonlight
And my teeth formed shooting stars
Gathering and chattering into constellations
My life anew and beneficial to the world
Something such as paradise
I wouldn't trade or roll the dice
I dreamt I created a forest,
Which held every part of me
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On The Spot Poems
PoetryThese are poems, I hope you enjoy them. They come from my heart, and whatever emotions I feel at 1 AM... Have fun, indulge in them if you will. Thank you, Merci, Gracias, Danke and Spasibo
