Step into a world where reality dissolves, and dreams weave themselves into existence. Lace of Midnight and Lightis a collection of surreal and otherworldly poetry, a journey through the veils of illusion and the vast expanse of the subconscious. Each poem is a whispered secret from the universe—soft echoes of forgotten memories, reflections in liquid moonlight, and the quiet hum of time unraveling.

Within these pages, midnight is not just an hour but a realm where shadows bloom, stardust lingers on the wind, and whispers of the unseen take form. This anthology invites you to drift through dreamscapes spun from silver and lace, where reality is but a flickering mirage and illusions become truth.

Let the night embrace you in its soft glow and lose yourself in the beauty of the in-between.

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This is a work of poetry inspired by surreal and dreamlike imagery. Any resemblance to actual persons, places, or events is purely coincidental. The content is intended for artistic and literary expression, and interpretations may vary from reader to reader.

Heya.  Mostly making this to make improvements/gauge my current skill at writing and how I could get better for future projects.  Constructive criticism is welcomed.

Living by the sea he could never touch Ambrose has spent his entire life in complete solitude perfectly satisfied . Adopted by a young couple who could not have children. Suddenly all of that changes when his adoptive mother becomes pregnant.  Ambrose begins to question if he is really satisfied with his life. Through even more vicissitude he is finally met with an opportunity to find out who he is. Ambrose discovers that maybe he actually wants to interact as part of the world around him maybe he actually wants to touch the sea.

Where do stars go when they fall? Based on this prompt: The old man took the lantern from his grandson. He swung it back and forth three times, and slowly the schooner appeared at the dock.

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I cannot feel the overwhelming horror that coils deep in the darkness of my soul. I do not know how to move past the way my feet stay frozen in the ground.

You look up. And there is no sky only blood.

You look down. And there is no ground only bone.

A girl walks through the night holding out a lantern. That girl is not you.

The sunlight burns hot around you and you almost don't see it, the heat of July dripping down in a sour-sickly, watery-sticky concoction.

Everything's beautiful. Everything's beautiful. Everything is just fine and beautiful.

Never mind that the world is a swirling mass all around me. Never mind that I can barely walk straight. Never mind that there's a hand around my wrist holding me in a vice-grip. Never mind that something deep inside me is telling me to run.

I am exactly where I'm meant to be. The only place where I can be.

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A young woman is drowning in the beauty of the ocean. It only gets worse from there. Until it doesn't.

Missing the rush hour train seemed to have paid off for our nameless protagonist, finally having time to stretch out and take a nap on the way to work. That is until the ticket conductor comes round and everything seems to be a bit...off. Moving down the carriages most of the people on board seem to have a lot to say, some of them rather depressing, and many of them looking a bit worse for wear.Who are these strange characters on the train and just where are they going? Read on to find out.