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I'm thinking about making some 'to-do lists'
But you've already taken me.
I hope I can reclaim my once used productivity.

You mean everything to me,
Such as the whole universe with all its highlights
And none of its pain within a person,
It only could be you and you throw all of the negatives away.

When I need someone to catch me before I fall,
Hold my hand and assure me that I will never lose it all,
You're always here ready to save me
From my own self-destruction without ever calling me crazy.

Maybe you're the air I crave to breathe,
Invisible and somewhere that I can never be.
If I could have one wish come true for Christmas:
Then you would actually be my forever and all eternity,
In real life, not just a bittersweet dream.
DeAnn Dec 2017
it started with a simple gesture
I ran my hands through my hair
felt its texture
i was fine

I started to get nervous
running hands through hair is a normal thing, right?
but then I watched as my hands transformed into claws
digging into my scalp

the nails digging deeper and deeper
i felt all of my feelings, thoughts, secrets pouring out of me like blood
as the claws caught hold of my hair
pulling everything inside of me
out

i couldn't breathe

but just as quickly everything returns to normal
examining my hands again to make sure i'm not the monster i once was
feeling my scalp to check if i'm bleeding
noticing all the quizzical stares and pitying eyes

can they see? the real me?
I feel like this happens to everyone at least once in their lives... I just wish this wouldn't happen to me every day. It makes living so much harder having to wonder whether monsters are real or not and, if they are, whether we are all monsters or only the select few of us who know. Or whether the fear of ourselves creates the monster. BUT those are thoughts for a different day
Valerie Dec 2017
I daydreaming
I dream about you
every night
every morning
I can not do anything without thinking of you.
But at the same time
my subconscious says '' go to sleep your fool,
he's not thinking of you ''
Maybe one day you could come
And all this dimness, disaster and darkness could vanish.
I don't know what it is but only my mind can cure it,
Except imagination isn't real
And that's why I need you to turn up
And steal
All the things wrong with me;
All the feelings I'm not supposed to feel;
The ones I don't know I feel,
And replace them with ones I used to hope I'll one day feel.

Eventually, will you be here?
If I think hard enough,
Pray all night long,
Sacrifice myself to God,
Would you finally come to me?
Stand right in front of me and be you,
Just as I see right now?
I don't think I can live outside of you,
Please won't you live in my life too?
Josephine Zecena Nov 2017
Your voice is fresh baked bread.
Your eyes hold oceans I wish to dive into.  
Your lips are soft flower petals i long to hold against my cheek.
Wrapped in your arms, I find myself everywhere at once. Connected to the cosmos by your love.

I live off these dreams and reminisces of you.  If all I have left are these memories, then I shall happily spend most of my days with closed eyes.
Kenya83 Oct 2017
Leave my head in the clouds, where fantasy dreams are found

Let me float away, the hours of the day, where unrealistic thoughts can play

Allow me just today, to sink in to my mind, leaving reality far behind

Please give me the time and space, to witness the moon kindly take the suns place

Lighting up the blue night sky, stars humming a gentle lullaby

The beauty, the simplicity, as sun and day withdraw and moon and stars dance till dawn
Lady Grey Sep 2017
My head is filled with noise and thoughts
I’m just a daydreamer
and i just cant seem to concentrate
On anything at all

What’d he say?
Im trying to pay attention,
I really am
But its hard for me

I dont know why
I cant get around the white noise in my head
I get lost in translation so easily
I just zone out

Until they ask if im alright (of course i am)
Im just lost in space
Staring at the lovely images behind my eyes
And listening to the music in my mind

My head’s in the clouds
And i cant get down from here
For some reason
Everyone else seems fine

But when he asks
“Any questions?”
Im left wondering
What the **** he was even talking about
I'm trying to stop
Although kind of, I'm not.
I might want to feel okay today,
Reliving through ways,
It's not harmful they say.
Hiding in your mind until it's okay to come outside
Just for a few seconds at a time,
Yeah I'm sure you think that's fine.

I daydream about living a normal life,
Dramatic yes, but it's what I decide
Even if I don't want it.
I don't want someone I love most to die.
Sometimes I wonder if I can do it,
Stop it.
No don't say that too,
You don't understand it.
If I want something like this falsity I'm immersed in
Then I'll have to live outside of it.

You think it's so easy,
You think it's all right
To keep it
And no I won't give it up -
That's not something that's possible,
It's not something I'm capable truly to fight.
Nothing is ever enough.
I give myself what I want
And what I would hate most:
They are mixed together
But if you wake up in my reality,
Much of that you will not see.
I wrote this because I needed to. I am posting this not only because I have written it but also to raise awareness. Maladaptive Daydreaming is real. It affects me everyday and although there are online forums it is very hard to get substantial help when it is unrecognised. I try to explain it to my counsellor and although she takes me seriously I don't feel like it is enough to substantially comfort me. Some people say this doesn't negatively affect them but if it's truly maladaptive it can be some type of painful. Maladaptive Daydreaming is often called a disorder - which I agree with but some people disagree (it effects me enough to label as such) and if you read this and you could just spend some time researching and passing on helpful awareness that would be very appreciated by myself and many others trying to cope with the same thing!
K Sep 2017
I'm suddenly very aware of my legs
This is real
Do I want it to be real?
Our shadows play tricks on us behind our backs
and tangle together when we aren't looking
Maybe we're the shadows to them

You are like porcelain
Painted red and blue
I can see brush strokes in the flowers
I feel like I am just bronze compared to her

WHY IS THIS SO HARD
I don't even know your favorite color
Or if you like tea
My hands will smell like lavender and cloves
And I'll make you tea
because I love making tea
I just hate drinking it

I'm suddenly very aware of my lips and tongue moving as I read
I've been reading for 10 minutes but I haven't heard a word
because I'm too busy
Thinking about the way she reads
and her lips moving with the words
and the words on my lips
and her lips moving with mine
and suddenly I am very aware that I am in philosophy
and I have no ******* idea what's going on
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