Digital Art, Poetry

Sleep


I laid there
for what seemed like forever
trying to create
something of substance.
But my eyes
could not stay open long enough
to be of any use to me
or the creative process.
I, a prop to my pillow,
became its midnight companion
and a part of its creative process —
dreams!


Contents written April 29 2019
Digital Art by Moylom Art Studio
Copyright ©2019 Moylom Art Studio




Picture Poetry, Poetry, Short Stories

I saw you in my dreams

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I hardly ever dream these days
So imagine my surprise,
To see you there smiling handsomely
With that twinkle in your eye.

Dumbfounded I stood frozen
As you dined with someone else,
She seemed to be your lady,
Horrified, my feet felt like lead.

My heart sank when you said,
“Hi, come say hello to my girlfriend! ”
To rub your happiness in my face like that
Was cruel since we used to be an item.

I stood there trying to smile and talk
Wishing the ground would swallow me whole,
Then looked at my watch as I explained,
I really had to rush to work.

To see you in my dreams like this
Isn’t fun at all to picture.
I hope this never happens again
Or is this a prediction of the future?

 


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Image source: Digital Art by A~I.R.B.
Contents compiled: March 4 2017
Originally published: March 4 2017
Copyright © 2016 Inner Ramblings Boulevard


Poetry

You were wrong

You didn’t see my vision —
You discouraged
The pursuit of my dreams.

Your were an artist
So I believed when you said
My passion was truly elsewhere.

You didn’t understand me —
You didn’t even try!
Now I know you were wrong.

I have many passions
Which are finally coming together
Thanks to the vision of someone new.

He showed me how
To give wings to my dreams —
He believed in me and gave me hope.

 


Image source: Digital Art by I. R. B.
Contents compiled: December 1 2016
Originally published: December 1 2016
Copyright © 2016 Inner Ramblings Boulevard


Poetry

Dreaming of you

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Once upon a dreary morning,
The wind blew strong its chill felt deeply.
I had no desire to be outside,
It’s only September my body cried!

I walked the dog and went back to bed,
And had sweet dreams of you instead.
You kissed my lips as I was sleeping,
I felt you close, and your heart beating.

The doorbell rang and broke my slumber.
How dare they foil the best dream ever?
I went to see the perpetrator
But no one was there, nary a neighbor.

So was the bell I heard also a dream?
Or was it some elaborate childish scheme?
I went back to bed quite annoyed,
Wishing you’d return to fill my void.

But your presence was never again my joy
For though I wished the magic went array.
I tossed and turned earnestly desiring
You’d return to me to again my darling.

 


Image source: Google images
Contents compiled: October 1 2016
Originally published: October 2 2016
Copyright © 2016 Moylom Enterprises