When is tea-time on Saturn?

Does your heart melt on the sun?

Does the lighthouse shine on the moon?

Is the sea of tranquility deep?

Do your dreams come true on Venus?

Or do you prefer Mars?

Don’t leave me on Pluto,

when my goal is to roam the galaxy high and low

I am sailing on the Milkyway,

I fly on the falling stars

I have dreams

I have hopes

to carry moonbeams in a jar

to spread my wings on cloud number 9..

because some things are just untouchable...

and often the imagination is as limitless as the universe

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L2UkZzdyD0A

I am imagination

blazing flashes of imaged light

soul caught on fire

silence in hush of day

discreet gentle feet

I am imagination

framing your love

reaching for our yesterdays

closed eyes seeking hope

past unfolding into butterflies

I am imagination

upside down reality

daisies of your smile

flight through winged sky

garments of pink sand

I am imagination

surreal dreams with no limits

shadows of infinity clinging

drops of clear water on tongue

holding hands of summer hues

I am imagination

wild with infatuation

throbbing with need

tasting the sweetness

guided by pale moon

But are you just my imagination?

My imagination is the best part of me

My imagination is the scariest part of me

It is filled to the brim

With ideas

They used to just float around

And disappear when I used them

Leaving room for the next

But now, there are too many

Now, they don’t have any room to float

And many end up getting lost

Many are never used

Stuck in a corner

To be ignored forever

Many of the worlds I’ve created in my mind

Have been lost

To my unorganized imagination

But even though much that enters

Is never able to escape,

I love my imagination

I love that my reaction to many of its ideas

Is that I must be absolutely crazy

My imagination is the reason I change so much

Sometimes, it suggests a personality

For one of its many characters

And I decide that’s who I want to be

When you have so many different people

Crowded together in your mind,

You are bound to pick up pieces of them

My imagination is the reason

I make it through the day

It tells me stories

When I start getting bored

It keeps me sane

And is the least sane part of me

At the same time

It is everything I am and more

And I don’t know what I would do without it

You and your Imagination

have met at the precipice... the precipice

of life and death

At Blind Man's Bluff

...you'll hold your breath!

You take your chances

and Imagination answers... answers

goading you to the edge

You're afraid to look for yourself

...Imagination leaps ahead!

You and your Imagination

have split at the very cusp... the cusp

of What is What

#YourImagination #Challenge

My imagination,

Is a lonely place,

Inside my head,

Inside of me.

It is a world itself,

I barely dare,

To tread,

In that place.

My imagination makes,

Everything real,

Everything possible,

Everyone different.

The place is full of terror,

It feeds on fear,

The main constant,

In our lives.

I try to take a step back,

Shut off my imagination,

Just for a moment.

Everything becomes,

Better,

Safer,

Happier.

It is in this place,

Where my lonesomeness,

Is born.

This is where I realized,

How alone I am,

And always will be.

It shows me possibilities,

Hopes and dreams,

Happiness and success,

In this life I am stuck in.

It shows how I do not have,

To be lonely,

Or forgotten.

But mostly it shows me,

The truth,

No matter how ugly.

This imagination reminds me,

That I am and will always be,

Lonely.

Gazing at the sombre blue sky

Not knowing if I will die of shame

Turbulent thoughts drowning me pitifully

Alas! She has taken nothing but my identity

He belonged to me in my fairy tale wedding

But now I cannot see him and she, my trusted

I am but alone in a world where darkness etched

My embittered heart lays brutally slain and the two

Are simply in the real world where fake news

even doesn't reach my gentle ears! Oh! Chaos!

@Famewriter

My imagination is where I go when things start getting rough because I know that in my head I can pretend that I am loved. I might not be enough for the world that lies outside but at least in my head I can have the life that I want. In my head I have someone who is so so special to me, who will hold me and tell me that I am all she needs. In my head it doesn't matter that I'm not the smartest kid in school. It also doesn't matter that sometimes I act like a fool.

Its cover creaking open

Tempting me to look

I glanced across the room and saw

A rather ancient book

Its pages old and brittle

Its cover cracked and worn

The writing fading off its pages

Its spine was split and torn

I slowly crossed the room

And bent down just to see

I asked the book its secrets

And it began to talk to me

It told me of long lost times

And of their Queens and Kings

It showed me ancient lands

Upon its paper wings

I have no sense of what's real

I mix reality and dreams

The things I feel

It's like a stream

Rocks and fish

Water and moss

All together, creating a river

Weaving and winding, cutting across

I fall in love

But do I really know them

Or is it just what I dream of

I'm floating above

The clouds, the sky

Dreams mixed with reality

How do I escape?