An Anxious Aspie's Interpretation & Decoration of Poetical Ideas, Messages, Information and Resources.

Posts tagged ‘fantasy’

The color blue

The blue

icy ocean


bright blue bubbles

the blue sky


light blue clouds

ancient trunks

entangled in blue secrets

branches covered

with blue flowers


flashing dark blue light

sounds of lovely fauna

from delicate blue flora

blue kingfisher


over the underbrush

the elk’s horn

playing a blue


blue gazelles

running in the blue breaths

of the earth

scarlet flames of flamingos

turn purple

and blue

the prairie wolf

taking a light blue drink

by the lake

its eyes

projecting a sharp

blue light

of a blue planet.


My fairytale kingdom

I want to create a fairy tale kingdom

using all the good things in this universe

the sky must be studded with diamonds and pearls

everyday i sit in a hot air balloon

soar the world beyond the moon

i want to put wings on the sun

let it chase off all dark and dirt

i want to layer the ground with cake and flowersc3169716fdfaaf51f663c1098c5494eef11f7a94.jpg

add some fountains and bubblers

let the song of lark fly

all around the sky far and nearby

all souls are crystal-like

love and happiness are

all of life.






A touch of love

Light blue background,

unrestrained fantasy,

a touch of love,

a visit by inspiration,


some knowledge of,

the gentleness of the autumn,

wrapped in colorful seasons,

opening a flowery gift,

There are seeds of spring,

luxuriance of summer,

hues of autumn,

desolation of winter,

There is the joy of spring,

the passion of summer,

solemnity of autumn,

calmness of winter,

A touch of love,


a visit by inspiration.

Imaginary Fantasy

A legend has no color,

the river of dreams,

in the midsummer starlight,

Silently dripping,

imaginary fantasy,

no raft,

no waves of grass,

no secluded distances,

only hope,


in the silence,

when eyes are closed,



and lasting,

a quiet miracle,

a blue river,

the river of dreams,

like a rope,

in the space of imagination,

spreading ,

enchanting rhythms,

a dawn full of flowers,


and imagination.

Benjamin Button

Clock reversed,
every minute every second,
then reappear,
lying in the heart of the river,
the whirlpool of feelings rushes out,
every vivid visage.
A beautiful poem torn to powder and dust,
every inch of time,
all lives extend downwards,
into the underground,
geocentric temperature is not so high,
some warmth,
some soft light.
The tide inundates his forehead,
under the bright moonlight,
gecko-infested wall collapsed,
some things are worth practicing,
an ideal,
a way of life.
Benjamin and Daisy,
a sad but not tragic ending,
so calm,
awaiting to remove makeup.

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