Mindful Fantasies

Mindful Fantasies

A Poem by Briscottin

I'm living in a fantasy world
A world that only exists in books, films and on the tv
I become fixated on these worlds, these realms
I crave the feeling of being with these surreal beings
To create fire with one hand, to hypnotise with the other
To run with the wind and to dive with the sea

These yearnings for these worlds and lives troubles me 
I am sick of this reality so my escape is through these shows, these books and these movies
I slip into the make-believe
Placing myself in the shoes of these extraordinary creatures as though they may be real
From elves
To vampires
To warlocks and witches 
To beings that cease to exist beyond the imaginations of those who keep them alive

I feel like a child conjuring up these fantasies 
But my imagery is poor and my sight is lacking 
I am there, but also not 
My realism that keeps me grounded does exactly that
Keeps me sane, from living a lie 

But I still relish in the feeling of being something beyond human 
To have powers that could make armies weeps 
and to make the most fearsome of people cower 
But I also have an appetite for growing gardens, forests and jungles 
Bringing so much beauty to this dark world
Allowing for nature to take its fair share of the earth
The earth where is all began before humans stamped out its life

This fantasy realm inside of my mind dulls the pain of the real world
The world where I must live out of days
But with this small light in my mind, a light that awakens magic and creativity 
I feel a little less lost and a little less empty inside. 

© 2017 Briscottin

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Creatively seeking escape.

Great read


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Added on November 12, 2017
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