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#notreal
"ghosts are not real." she said and she sighed "I sure did not become one when I died"
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Jan 6
Jan 6, 2026 at 2:03 PM UTC
ghosts
If I exist, then I must be real- That's how it works, But it's not how I feel. I look in the mirror, Glimpse at the reflection, But I walk right through her- We have no connection. And how many words Can I say, rambling on, Before someone realizes They carry no weight? Wasting the air From my tired lungs- Words are just words When no action comes. But action proves nothing If my words aren’t right; I could move mountains And still lose the fight. I could fill every hole That’s carved in the ground, But none of it matters If I do so without sound. If I’m not weeping, Or begging, or screaming, I make them uneasy- My silence unredeeming. I speak so much It makes my throat hurt. Sick of myself, Sick of this work. And if I begged This sickness to take me, She’d just laugh- And keep on berating. I know I’ll get up, I’ll just walk away. It never lasts long. It’s only a phase. But when your villain Is the girl in the mirror, It’s hard to ignore A fear drawn so clear.
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Aug 1, 2025
Aug 1, 2025 at 4:47 PM UTC
Dissociation Days
it's hard for me to let you go, you look like an angel --a deviant against God, beautiful and forbidden --against impermanence ever-lasting; a taste of ambrosia a touch of Midas; gold --yet rarer than the birds that seem to circle around --your crown; not of thorns, but early morning dew and the fruits you bear; not of love, but grief --and indelible prints pressed on your skin... you make my heart beat, for once it never moved, until my shadow was seen. it's hard for me to let you go.
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Mar 25, 2025
Mar 25, 2025 at 9:22 AM UTC
Untitled
Failing the stages of what once was realities, Then decided to escape to Dreams, Trying to give senses of scenes, What if it turns into a nightmare with endless questions ‘n’ means, Holding hands with yesterdays, Falling in love with tomorrows, Trips long gone in Milky Ways, Shooting stars in far beyond galaxies, Now you’re the star of tomorrow, Tomorrow you’re the star of gone, Living in fake until you reach the sun, Nothing relieving in a loaded to shoot gun, If dreams failed the meanings, Our feelings gives it leadings, To reach what’s called greetings, Don’t worry of a temporary bleeding, Now you know whats real, Do you understand how it deal? If stitches failed to heal, Will be making you a skin of steel, That happy ever after will, Among those dreams to be fill, You need to stand still, Don’t wait for the far fars until, Look at those flickers, Beautiful but only in presence of liquors, Hold your breath with all considers, You now belong to the highest worshippers.
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Oct 30, 2024
Oct 30, 2024 at 7:01 AM UTC
Dreams ‘n’ dreams
In between these honks and horns in between these flowers and thorns I searched peace I searched it in the sand searched in the dirt; and found nothing except that empty hand . Some say  it's good to act ; some say it's good to ignore. I say it's good to watch ocean; but from the shore . Some live, to try; Some try ,to live . Let this life's river flow; with no regrets to give Here nobody understand the meaning All we doing is just trying to hide the truth living in world which is not real; still calling it reality .
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Oct 26, 2021
Oct 26, 2021 at 11:55 AM UTC
RANDOM
Distorted memories, But all were just tragedies. My mind was just full of fantasies, That didn't happen all through these years. Happiness that turned to tears; Hope that turned to fears; I wish I never woke up from this dream, And just stayed there forever until it dims.
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Jun 8, 2021
Jun 8, 2021 at 9:26 AM UTC
Memories: Not Real
With you, I had no sight I was left blind When you whispered the words "I love you" The careless kisses you gave left a scar on my lips feeling only pain when another kissed me The gentle touch of your hand left a burn on my face to only flinch when another strokes my face But my love wasn't real nor was yours it was just easy to say "I love you"
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Dec 14, 2020
Dec 14, 2020 at 12:58 AM UTC
Love isn't Real
Hiding how you feel isn't lying. In fact, for some people, It's a form of surviving. It may not be the healthiest way to heal; Ignoring the pain and feelings To the point It's not real. But do whatever it takes To see tomorrow.
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Oct 4, 2020
Oct 4, 2020 at 8:33 PM UTC
Do whatever it takes
The door in the attic is peculiar Sometimes I am lucky enough to find it cold And I will stumble inside and fall Far away from here It's like a dream, a new life You must look around and above you And then you will see it Above, up there, high, far away There it was, I saw the hole Through my fluttering eyelids it was always grey But when I say so Mother starts to weep uncontrollably From here I can only sit and watch and ponder Where it starts and where it ends And if there is a castle of wonder I'd like to see it one day Even if I am old and empty And I have lived forever Even if I am all bones and dust and dead But I'm still alive and my pulse is fascinating I stand up and run, maybe if I run fast enough I will start to fly Yet all that comes of it is a dizzy heart and burning eyes Sometimes, the Big Grey will ask me, "What are you searching for?" I don't know yet, I just want to see past the shadow What is it like, where dreams are told, Where dreams are sold? On the days that she sits me down And tells me what's real and what's not real I wish I could give Mother a dream too Because the lines on her face make her look so tired And that's when they start fluttering again Open. Close. Open. Close. Open. Close. Open. When will I know what dreams are like?
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Oct 2, 2020
Oct 2, 2020 at 5:23 AM UTC
What Dreams are Like
There are days when my emotions are a small gear being turned in my brain by a small man with quick ideas and a sole purpose to manufacture he goes away when rage comes to stay, the only true connection to my nervous system the most familiar face I finally spoke to it out loud I never learned love without pain or sacrifice I picture the small man going on vacations these days I feel and feel and feel I am convinced this is the true nature of how my brains favorite number is 2 always loving both extremes boys who are mean and girls that just do not need me as much as men need me to be sweet and fill their shoes all shoulder and still nothing to cry on
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Aug 16, 2020
Aug 16, 2020 at 1:12 PM UTC
7/21/20 bipolar
skipping stones across a still lake each jump fills the calmness in temporary chaos rippling then dissipating into nothing as if it never happened.
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Mar 7, 2020
Mar 7, 2020 at 9:36 AM UTC
never happened
It's okay you be silent, You've done enough with my number violence, It's okay ignore me, Seems like I've been rude more than an enemy, I take this sin, But wait please never break our strings.
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Jul 7, 2018
Jul 7, 2018 at 2:22 PM UTC
Still obsessed.
In the couple of days I didn't know what to feel I can't think any other ways If all of this is real Just ignore the emptiness I feel Just going to tell myself this isn't real My heart breaks because of you Just gonna wait for you to say ''I love you''
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Jul 1, 2018
Jul 1, 2018 at 1:29 PM UTC
Mixed Emotions
Real I saw a tiger in me not real Loving Father not real Attentive husband not real Just a man breathing real
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Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 3:30 AM UTC
Real
Easy to love And easier to hate Oh how things changed From our first date That cute little giggle Once had the heart all a float Now when it's chortled Wanna rip out your throat I once was " the biggest" And always " the first" Now my genitals have "shrinkage" And I'm " the worst" Thought you were a treasure My good morning peach Instead you are fool's gold An emotional leach With feminine hygiene Of something washed up on a beach I'd say I'll cherish our memories But that would be lies You're evil incarnate The bowels of Satan Wedged up in your thighs
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Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 9:06 AM UTC
Baby Mama
The table sits alone in the dining room of our home It hasn’t been touched in ages like my emotions by ur spit of lies that u claim are the truths- But the truths don’t fix up the cracked edges of the wood like they don’t fix up my thoughts of you. The table I pass everytime I run to the room where it doesn’t matter if we stay together anymore because everything would be better if you weren’t here, the same room where your lies tied in with my nonsense had ripped open the walls and the truth caved in once you were completely gone. The call had described such a sweet serenity the life of happiness I onced pictured the first time we held hands, but the realness of your words wasn’t enough to make me drop to my knees and beg you to come back No, the realness in your words had made me realize how much I hate that table and how much I hate the thought of you
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Feb 15, 2018
Feb 15, 2018 at 6:42 PM UTC
Infatuation pt. 1
Dear lover, I know you'll never see this, So I'm hoping it's okay, to say these words out in the open Because I can't say them to you. Every day we talk, always from wake to sleep. with each day that comes by the connection I feel is deep. I know what we talked about, everything we discussed. This was only casual, but I want to take it back. I'm so scared of relationships, I'm so scared to trust. I know that you're the same as me, but I want us to make it work. I know I can't say this to you, because once i do, we're gone. I'll pen this letter to an end, But let me just say this. J'ai des sentiments pour toi ma douce Now let the casual roll on.
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Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017 at 4:27 AM UTC
Letter to you.
Airplanes take you away from the Sun and show you the beauty of the dark. It helps blow away all your fears and shows you the city of delusion where everything is possible but nothing is real. Don't trust me without taking a look for yourself and yes you do not have to speak of the beauty you see some things are better not said but shown with the depths of your soul. Poem by Shelby Kathleen Nightingale
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Jun 3, 2017
Jun 3, 2017 at 2:24 PM UTC
Beauty Of The Dark
*Monsters, they don't have reflections. They sense rejection and think they're not worth it. worth love, so they get rid of. themselves. Their personality, morality turned upside down. Originality is, gone. So think. No reflection, no connection. Are you a monster too?*
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Sep 2, 2016
Sep 2, 2016 at 5:40 AM UTC
Monsters
open stare barred teeth glare absolutely no hair eating a pear and running for mayor
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Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 10:15 PM UTC
rare
Hm. I wonder. What world do I live in? None of this can be real. None of this can be real. None of this can be real. NONE OF THIS CAN BE REAL. Do you realize how insane we are all going?
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Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 10:47 PM UTC
Reality is not so real
real; the unscabbed scars on my knuckles and arms remind me of rough trees and the grimy surface of soil stomped on, you compare them to wildflowers but i know that this is only because you are the type of person to enter a restaurant with a sign that reads caution and order something anyway, simply because you are too nice and hate to think of businesses shutting down and of people failing, maybe this is why you love me, i still have not figured it out yet real; walking into school makes me feel like a deflated balloon and everyone that says hello to me is blowing me up again with methane i am slowly becoming too big to be tied down with a ribbon called responsibility and fear, the anxiety that enters my mind when i am forced to stand in front of strangers with judgemental eyes and fake smiles becomes mind numbingly painful and it makes me question whether or not i am still alive. i still have not figured out why i am yet. real; your smile lights up the lights on the lamposts by the train station where we met it transforms phantoms into people paper planes into reality and nightmares into dreams your touch leaves nothing but good intentions and blissful hope and it leaves my cold unbeating heart yearning for warmth. i still have not figured out if i like it or not. not real; you love me. you kiss my wrist because you care about me not what i went through. you love talking to me, you wonder about how stars could ever die because you think i am a walking sun. you keep your promises and tell me that you care every night. i'm a good person. i have aspirations. those pills on my bedside are not mine. the mirror is shaking. i never meant to hurt myself. i'm sorry for all the things i've done. i have potential to be better. i am beautiful. *not real not real not ******* real* (h.l.)
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Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 7:09 PM UTC
"real or not real?"
real; the unscabbed scars on my knuckles and arms remind me of rough trees and the grimy surface of soil stomped on, you compare them to wildflowers but i know that this is only because you are the type of person to enter a restaurant with a sign that reads caution and order something anyway, simply because you are too nice and hate to think of businesses shutting down and of people failing, maybe this is why you love me, i still have not figured it out yet real; walking into school makes me feel like a deflated balloon and everyone that says hello to me is blowing me up again with methane i am slowly becoming too big to be tied down with a ribbon called responsibility and fear, the anxiety that enters my mind when i am forced to stand in front of strangers with judgemental eyes and fake smiles becomes mind numbingly painful and it makes me question whether or not i am still alive. i still have not figured out why i am yet. real; your smile lights up the lights on the lamposts by the train station where we met it transforms phantoms into people paper planes into reality and nightmares into dreams your touch leaves nothing but good intentions and blissful hope and it leaves my cold unbeating heart yearning for warmth. i still have not figured out if i like it or not. not real; you love me. you kiss my wrist because you care about me not what i went through. you love talking to me, you wonder about how stars could ever die because you think i am a walking sun. you keep your promises and tell me that you care every night. i'm a good person. i have aspirations. those pills on my bedside are not mine. the mirror is shaking. i never meant to hurt myself. i'm sorry for all the things i've done. i have potential to be better. i am beautiful. *not real not real not ******* real* (h.l.)
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I love to think about you all the time. You and I doing things we shouldn't be. We're such rebels in my head you know? Always acting wild and free. People diss us and shake their heads, While we walk on past. Once we get away from them all, Oh my. People would be scared of our passion for each other. Sometimes you bruise me, But not on purpose. It's just 'cuz we're having so much fun. Being so wild and **** But then, You act like you don't remember me. And go on forever without seeing me. What's sad is that I wake up everyday, Always with you on my mind. A daydream about you. And I'm never in your daydreams once. Because.... well, You don't even know I exist.
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Oct 31, 2015
Oct 31, 2015 at 10:14 AM UTC
Wild
Sitting at the table with these people who claim they're my family We're not complete right now there are people who're missing I don't want to be near any of you so please leave me You all have hurt me so many times in fact too many Anxiety is real if you don't know that then you can't know me, So stop pretending and let me carry on my plan of  not existing.
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Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 8:06 PM UTC
Family isn't optional