Have popped one by one
Bubbles containing nothing
But air and when they burst
There is nothing there
Just a faint memory
Of fantasy worlds
And stabs of
Reality.
Tag fantasy
Fantasy
Sometimes we need a big knock over our heads to jolt us back to reality. Even if fantasy is more comforting. But the fantasy never becomes real, does it? And reality has its claws all over us. No escape.
If Only
The skies blush
A paler shade of pink
While thoughts of mine
Think on all the things
You could do to me
If only
Fantasy
Hey, you know what paradise is? It’s a lie
A fantasy we create about people and places as we’d like them to be
Charlene – I’ve Never Been To Me
Craving
Alone
I crave you
You are my fantasy
I dream of you and
When I wake
My desire
Is only
For
You
Faraway Tree
Unfortunately I gave my very favorite book of all time to my niece to read when she was a little girl and so I don’t have it anymore. Which would be the Enchanted Wood. But never fear, I still have number 2 and 3 in my grubby paws. I would be Silky for the day and be a fairy, spending my time with moonface and meeting saucepan man and all the folk of the faraway tree. And of course exploring the world at the top of the tree. Hopefully it would be a candy-land, with ice-cream and milkshakes thrown in. Now that would be a dreamy, heavenly day!
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “A Storybook Day.”
You have to spend one day as or with your favorite fictional character. Which one would it be and what would you do?
Thanks for sending this prompt suggestion, nonsmokingladybug!
Glossy Veneer
He’s no Romeo
My desires betray
The brutal reality
Of the truth behind
The glossy veneer
I’m torn in two
Wanting, needing
My fantasies to be true
But there is no truth
Only a bitter lie
And a bitter pill
For me to consume
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