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Mikaela Angela Nov 2018
Will you believe me if I tell you
that my fictional love came to life?

The fictional personality
that I've long been dreaming of
he came to life
oh
what I mean is
he just passed by

I’m trapped between
my dreamland and reality
If I could then I would
stay in my dreamland
for in my dreams, he is reachable
In my dreams, I can have him
and in my dreams
he wouldn’t be with someone else

But in this bitter reality, I could not
I could only stand and stare at a distance

My fictional love came to life
but I'm only a mere helping character
for my beloved protagonist
Anya Oct 2018
I discovered something today
As,
The proposal
Of the main character
Of my novel
Had me jumping
All over the house
In a fit
Of giggles
...
It’s easier for one to get closer
To a fictional character
Since,
You know everything about them

If my classmate
Told me something
In the way of romantic
Matters,
I may congratulate her
With a smile
...
But it’d be
Nowhere near
As energetic
As I am now
Surya Teja M Sep 2018
The words are magical
Mysterious too
They entice us into
A world of fantasy
Lure us with their curves
And ****** us to play romantic games

I was not the exceptional
I was too entangled in it's web
Craved to write love,
Lust, beauty and people
Which fade away as clock ticks

They transformed my words into fictional
Took me away from this natural world
I was flying in it's beauties
I was touching it's indelible curves
And went deep inside it's private parts

I fell from that sky on a starry night
Like a star that laminates more
Hit to the grounds of reality
The fragile fantasies were shattered
Made me alone in my story

The reality is bitter unlike the fantasy
It bites my bones, eats my head
Burns my soul and torments my heart
To write what is true
Despite of being ugly and *****

As I walk along the pavements
My heart is loaded with misery
The agony it has brought is completely a mystery
All I realized,
The writers whom I read were impotent to write this pain down

Dustbins are screaming for mothers
Pavements are starving for food
Brothel houses are moaning for their souls
Preachers are filling hatred
Politicians are serving agony

I want to weep
I want to write
I want to bleed
It's about a new Writer who is vexed up reading and writing love, lust, fantasies which made him lost his grip to cling to the harsh ***** and ugly reality.
Jenny Jul 2018
a cigarette is clenched between her teeth
and as she takes a deep drag,
she tilts her head back to exhale
a trail of smoke curls and leaves her parted lips
drifting into the twilight sky
only a trace of its smell is left in its wake
she looks over the edge of the balcony
that hangs over her pool
putting her pressure on her elbow
the blue hues danced across her face
white and blue swim on her skin,
a projection, a reflection
the ashes that fall off her cigarette fall into the pool
and decide to either float or sink into oblivion
the horizon that was once god’s strawberry cotton candy
melted into the dark burnt curtain of night
and as the stars awoke one by one
she took my hand into hers,
and flicked the remains of the cigarette into the unnatural blue below
“come with me” she whispered, breathless,
a smile on her face, a bit more than buzzed
we ran up the stairs laughing,
and i could already taste her strawberry lips
and feel her soft tongue
as night was defeated by light
we lay down to our earned slumber
in the queen sized bed
half covered by blankets and soaked in sweat
as we sink deeper into each other
the fantasies that once filled our mouths
come to life, bursting, drifting, exposed
i would have it no other way
for rosa diaz, and although she is a fictional character, she appears in my day dreams and night fantasies .
triztessa Jul 2018
I love the moon
and the way it speaks to you
I don't have to utter a sound
Because it speaks to me and you

The mess we're hiding tonight
The rest is history
Let's be me and you, shining bright
Sweet melancholy

I love the moon
and the way it speaks to me
And you don't have to utter a sound
Subtle smiles speak to me and you
The mess we're hiding tonight
Casey Rodger Mar 2018
On my walk home after night shift,
I stumbled on something horrific,
I saw him through the dark mist,
So surreal yet unrealistic.

Against time i began the race,
Went to see if he still drew breath,
But it was clear by the colour of his face,
That he lay there cold in death.

I know i shouldn't have, but some how i did,
Pulled a note from his right breast pocket,
I dont know why, but i opened it,
It was neatly titled "To be forgotten"...

Confused i started to read,
I soon realized it was a letter,
Started to feel i couldn't breathe,
As it couldn't have been written better!

If i am to be found by one,
One as unlucky as you,
If you find me and my life is done,
Please take just a second or two.

My name is not important,
As it was not important in life,
I've been called names of assortment
Even "Savage" once or twice.

I tried my best and it all fell apart,
See i did not have a home,
I lead my life by following my heart,
And i ended up alone.

If ever i could, i always did,
Give to someone in need,
A teen, a dog, an elder or kid,
In hope i might just plant a seed.

Each day I'd watch my brothers and sisters,
Run to or from their life demands,
I'd sit and rub my blisters,
On my feet and on my hands.

Nothing truely important is real or being looked after,
Where are the trees? Where is the love? The music of genuine laughter.
Nothing made me angry as i understood it all,
Reasons behind reasoning, I lay down and you stand tall.
Life was life. It is what it is. I'm not anything but at peace.
Just want someone to know its not a problem if i am to decease.
Nobody cared for me, especially not as i did for others,
I do not have any caring sisters, friends nor brothers.
Use of me what you can, then dispose of me the cheapest,
Because even though I was not loved, for my people i feel the deepest.

Poor soul who find me laying here,
May i ask you one small request?
For me please shed a single tear,
Feel a small pain in your chest.

Let your soul grieve a loss,
As mine will fly on through,
This request is free of cost,
Rather asking of what's inside you.

For me you do not need to pray,
Nor need to think of me often,
Just kindly see my soul away,
For i know i lived to be forgotten.
Sabila Siddiqui Mar 2018
You were made of words;
A description brought to life
A creation of my imagination
Someone who can be mine.

your wordy essence clinged to my skin
and aura spread through my nerves
making ever cell fall in love.

It was the type of love that ran deeper than skin
and deeper than for the people I knew that exist.
Madalyn Jan 2018
Figmental retrospection.
A delusion. A castle in the sky.
Peering from the far side of some sequestered perspective.
Perceived as a fictious daydream.
An incohesive reality.
Your subdivisions experience an incommensurable verisimilitude.
Sen Jan 2018
The day colors fade and form the night
I say goodbye to the fleeting light
And share those words with someone I love
Who isn't beside me, under or above

He was made to love me, I knew this well
But into his alluring lines, I fell
That world he is in; it exists just barely
But the moon on my screen, is the same in reality

A picture appears; his moonlit face
As it shows him standing in all his grace
My hand on the screen as I ignore the cold
'I wish you were real' I whispered, so bold
Love is love. But does it pass through worlds?
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The story of a girl in love with a fictional character
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