#figment
are we anywhere
a figment of our own mind
we'll see yes we'll see
Dec 16, 2020
Dec 16, 2020 at 2:05 PM UTC
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.
Nov 22, 2020
Nov 22, 2020 at 2:29 AM UTC
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.
Aug 28, 2019
Aug 28, 2019 at 4:24 PM UTC
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
Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 3:58 PM UTC
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
Jan 11, 2019
Jan 11, 2019 at 4:48 PM UTC
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.
Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 5:42 PM UTC
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
Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 8:44 PM UTC
A strange yet euphoric feeling
A confusing mix of colors
You were a phantasmagoria all along
Just a fantasy, just an illusion.
Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 8:02 AM UTC
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•fig•ment : something made up or contrived
•re•al•i•ty : the quality or state of being real
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*Dreaming while sleeping, and sometimes awake
Whimsical fancies fueling escape
Wishing is for the uncertainties
Collecting more than three from genies
Checking out my daily horoscope
Astrology might give me some hope
Calling out all the deities I know
Bending my knees, blessings they might bestow
The magic still holds expectations
Of this world its seen from all views
But the signs are unclear, faded
It doesn't feel useful when put to use
And I still await, alone
For something that may just come passing by
Or maybe in the form of an angel
Dancing with howling clouds across the sky*
Jan 21, 2017
Jan 21, 2017 at 10:25 AM UTC
who told you
you were not beautiful?
does that mean
not worthy of their time?
but anyway
they stated as such
if anything
their actions proved otherwise
but no matter
I’m trying not to mind
that I was never real
figment of imagination
whatever you cast me
I betrayed love
and cast heroes into new moons
beached jellyfish
I’m learning to gather bones
painting a canvas
instead of
reading newsprint
sculpture of messy clay
ultimate opus
good gold
honest trinket
bees’ honey
I recognize my self
ageless blue
flame
in all that is
ugly
small practice
sunburst navel design
Nov 23, 2016
Nov 23, 2016 at 8:40 AM UTC
Backs on the wall
With the sunset and all,
The silence that existed between the spaces among our knees
And each time that our eyes meet,
I shiver in fear knowing that...
This is just a "moment"
That I might never have you
And the moon appeared along with the city lights
And there I am, hoping...
To have our backs at the wall
To have that silence between the spaces among our knees...
Happen again
With the chance of our eyes meeting again,
But this time without the thought of fear of just a... "moment"
I don't want you to be just a figment of my imagination
Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 9:43 AM UTC
A few nights ago I dreamt of the memories I have with you,
They were all dusted in snow and I was trying
to find the footsteps pressed within them that I could trace back to where we were.
I stayed lost in the land of the past until the sun began to rise
and melted each memory away
and lit the road back home.
Mar 26, 2016
Mar 26, 2016 at 4:00 PM UTC
We've all got time to
*Sit.
Wait.
Ponder.*
But everybody's time is different.
Sometimes we use our time to
*Ponder.
Sit.
Wait*
Or maybe
*Wait.
Ponder.
Sit.*
The truth is, whether we make our time to fit either third category,
We all still have time to do them.
Time to sit down and wait for the time that pondering
Just becomes a figment
Of our imagination.
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 11:59 AM UTC
Hello, goodbye. Whenever you want.
Love or die, that's all the options I've got.
A window is where I look through to
see what you do.
Daily, weekly, yearly, fondly do you do these busy things you do.
You come home late, say hello
Talk about your day, talk about your highs and lows.
And do I have to say?
Nothing. For I am your figment.
You ask me if I still do,
I say yes, holding forever in my heart.
But what impact does that hold to a busybody like you?
But without this past, you are hardly home.
In fact this is not your home anymore.
You only comeback when you can,
just because of pity
just because of regret
just so maybe you can still fix the little ebbing in my heart
to fix the reason why there still might be a ghost of me left somewhere.
And this I am,
You very special figment.
You say you still do,
in the most vague ways.
But I obviously don't stand a chance
to her ways that amaze.
She's real, I'm not.
I am forever your figment.
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 11:22 PM UTC
Attempt to speak--
The words are clogged.
Full of dark,
Dark misery chiding in with
Pain--
The pain that is inconceivable.
Regret seeps in and the
Loss for words
Vanishes,
But so does the desire.
My spirit remains silent,
Full of anguish,
But incapable of returning
To that state of delight.
Misery shrugs,
Indifferent to the present circumstance.
It has no fear,
Only want of causing
Pain,
Heartbreak.
Its chilling heartbeat
Speaks of its desire to destroy.
Its icy hand grips
A frozen heart--
Mine.
Or at least that's what I'm told--
Frozen to the core.
I'm not me--
I'm a puppet,
A figment of your imagination.
I don't belong here.
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 9:12 PM UTC