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Rebecca 4d
You are nothing to me.
You are just a figment of my imagination.
You are there and then in a blink of an eye,
gone.
Not much difference than the reality of us.
Nylee Jul 6
Often I try to find the real you
And don't meet you at all.



A figment,
a thought,
reflection,
unseen part
of memory,
a puzzle
an imagination,



More I try,
I see you disappear
Why hide and seek
When all I seek is plain truth?
mae Aug 2019
I'm your paradise surrounded by a drought.
Only you are mesmerized in the sunlight,
Unfortunately for you, you are about to die.
I can't save you,
Because I am a figment of your imagination.
I am the desert in disguise.
Dehydrating you with my lies.
The expression of my love, I am disguise as a savior, to distract you from living
Keith Mitchell Jan 2019
day at the museum
passing people
some with intent
who will notice
slight bow
eyes flutter
do you notice?
choose
who
chooses
you
clairvoyance
all while
black locks bounce
blending away
figment of imagination
Alle Jan 2019
you reach forward,
stretching to take
my hand in yours,
but when i reciprocate
and extend my hand
all my fingers brush
is a cold screen
and i realise
you were just an image,
a figment
of my imagination
Svode Oct 2017
What is there when we all are gone?
What use comes from the greed-possessed wealth,
other than to please our current existence?

What hotel room will the rich reside in?
When they are in the land above,
and where among them will the poor men lay?

What was there for us to know?
When history reaped what it had sown,
and learnt it's lesson: only to forget again.

What is there beyond today?
A figment of time, life and space,
or an investment into the unknown place?

Life is the worst thing to have happened to me,
yet it is the best in every degree,
because without it I wouldn't be pondering the idea.
The best figment of the imagination
Is the one where the dreams are actually real
The pessimists line up
Like it's Black Tuesday
To tell you otherwise
Because they've been followed by Pennywise
All their lives
And they can't seem to lose him for good
This poem is a head nod to you, Stephen King. Thanks for being a writer and inspiring us all with your wonderful stories.
Xyleena Therin Feb 2017
A strange yet euphoric feeling
A confusing mix of colors
You were a phantasmagoria all along
Just a fantasy, just an illusion.
Wake up from your dream.
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