Tag: imagination

Acknowledgement is the first step

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My mind feels full.

Full of characters:
their personalities,
their thoughts,
and dialogue exchanged with others.

Full of phrases
simple and complex
to live in stories
or essays
or poems.

Full of scenes
replaying in memoried fragments
requesting reimagination
and depersonalization.

To empty my mind
on to the page
requires a vulnerability
that, right now,
feels insurmountable.
Fear of pain, of exposure,
of inadequately capturing
my imagination
with words.

Acknowledgement is the first step.

what might have been

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Another book devoured
within hours.

The joy I experienced
within Lucy’s world
had me skyrocketing
to corners of imagination
and learning sensations of my body
seldom visited
or experienced.

Living out what-if scenarios
in detail
through until the end,
mirroring the tangents
of my own imagination,
I found someone:
a writer, a character,
who thinks the same way I do.

The emotional journey
I traveled with Lucy
both resembled and outshone
similar journeys I have embarked upon
alone.

Solace and comfort and
inspiration
from a single story
of two possible realities
winding and intertwining
together
messy and imaginative
and meant to be
each in their own right.

Maybe whichever path we choose
is the right one
for us at that specific time.
And maybe
life has a way
of interjecting paths together
even after we think
we have left one behind.

– Inspired by the book “What Might Have Been” by Holly Miller

silence and solace and freedom

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I have a safe space
new, but familiar,
where I can escape and spend hours
in my imagination
just like I used to do
when I was young
in the sacred spaces of silence
I could carve out, from reality.

Reuniting with my childhood joy,
I create moments of quiet
for my eyes to rest closed,
drift my body into a half-asleep trance
and let my mind roam free.
Characters, storylines, dialogue,
they all come alive here
weaving into and away from each other
I begin in one place
to end somewhere else, far away
and brand new.

The freedom I feel here
I feel no where else.
Silence and solace and freedom.

end with me

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Most of what I live in fear of,
in the shadows of anxiety
are circumstances fabricated by my mind.
They come from within me,
my own doing,
and break me.

If they come from me
they can end with me too.

glimmer of reality

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Partway through a scene I stop myself.
Even in this trance-like state, I know
this is unrealistic.
You would never act this way.

I like to live in lands of make-believe
but the unfolding of this plot
cannot fool me.

Some dim glimmer of reality must remain
alight.

what the story does to me

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Time passes by me
quickly, effortlessly, joyfully.
I barely comprehend where it’s gone
when I look up at the clock
to register the difference in numbers.

That’s what the story does to me.
I enter a new, beautiful world,
a world I created.
I could stay there for hours.

I come alive there. I feel my heart glow.
And when I step away,
I’m counting down the minutes
until I can return.

my mind running away

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I think back to years ago
recalling small, singular events
of you, and me, and us.

I start with what I remember,
then my mind switches to imagination
and runs away.

As it runs away
it conjures stories and conversations
I know never happened,
but are real enough behind my eyes
I sit confused, uncertain.

Did we kiss?
Did we date?
Did we love each other?
Or,
did we end before we could begin?

behind my eyes

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I can see you in my dreams
almost as clear as stars in the sky.
I can see this fictional world
crafted behind my eyes
and attempted to craft on paper.

You began behind my eyes
and live there every day,
help me go to sleep
daydream
and accompany long drives.

The part of me that never developed
until now.