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 May 2014 Vivian Sin
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Imaginary
 May 2014 Vivian Sin
R
I hate making
Imaginary relationships in my mind.
It's terrible.
But with you,
It doesn't feel imaginary.
It feels so real.
 May 2014 Vivian Sin
Sarah Mae
There was a time when I wanted someone to love so badly
I would stay up late at night imagining his face
I would fall in love with the imaginary words he would say to me
The graceful way his hands moved when he spoke
A very comforting laugh that made the world stop
I knew someday that he would stroll into my life, if I thought about it long enough
Convinced that he was out there dreaming me up, we'd be together soon

I wanted a man with deep thought, a warm and large heart
Someone that would sing along with me, and be silent with me
Knowing when to do each would be the difficult part
But not for him - he would know me right away.
We would laugh at how long it took us to find one another
We had been so close for so long, how did we not see it?

This man, this imaginary person that I have loved since my youth
He has not come.
I have been fooled thinking that he is alive in many others
Eventually though my heart is betrayed and I see that it's not him.
His shape and demeanor has changed over the years.
I fear that I have altered this man so much that he is no longer capable of being real.

If he is though, I'll find him eventually.
mind sludge.
 May 2014 Vivian Sin
Pierre
I know how it is,
Something's always going wrong,
But no one seems to notice,
"How can I take this, am I imaginary?"
The truth hurts and can be scary,
Especially living in a world where no one takes you seriously,
You hang your head,
Move on,
Forever imaginary,
It's not often I get asked how I feel,
Is this reality?
Or another ordeal?
You don't get to pick and choose,
It's not 'Deal or No Deal',
No matter what happens I have to rely on myself, stand up and deal,
But at the same time it's no use living like its all or nothing,
I've still gotta fight through,
But more often than not it feels like it's all for nothing,
When even in your own opinion you will amount to nothing,
Am I imaginary?
Can you see me walk down the street?
No eye contact,
Eyes fixed on my feet,
If this is all pretend then I'll make the best of it,
I've spent too long ignoring my life,
I've made a mess of it,
No matter how rough it gets,
I will get through and live the rest of it,
I'm the only one who can close my eyes,
And lead me blind,
I'm the only one who can crush my dreams,
And forget who I am,
I'm an individual only visible to those willing to understand,
Forever imaginary.
 May 2014 Vivian Sin
Cade
I can feel the world,
stripping itself apart,
the soft paper mache of it's sanity,
being pulled apart to show,
the truth of this harsh world,


the generation before us,
tells us how easy we have it,
you, you didn't have wars,
hanging over your head, like dead weight,
you didn't have, the tripled problems,
why, why, did you leave this for me?


All I feel is horror,
a constant horror,
of what we can do,
of what we are capable of,


history is repeating itself,
over and over, we repeat,
the exact same mistakes,

no one sees, at least,
no one who has power,
they are too preoccupied,
with the petty worlds that they,
occupy,

As you draw the knife
Ready to take their life
I sit and ponder
As i dream way past yonder
While you're watching your best friend die
You're screaming out your mournful cry*
I'm reading about being twirled
Without a care in the whole wide world
 May 2014 Vivian Sin
B M Clark
I'm surrounded by a sea of people,
But I'm all alone.
I've pretended for so many years,
No one's ever known.
I'm afraid to show them who I am,
And what I want to be.
I've done my best to fit in here,
But it hasn't worked for me.

Know me now, for who I am,
Not what I'm supposed to be.
Please see Courage, knowledge, kindness too,
When you look at me.

I'm tired of this mask I wear,
Of hiding, so you can't see.
Today I'm going to show the world
Who I want to be.
10/04/2009
9th Grade
15 years old
I am lost
Lost in something people think of as just a tool
I am lost
In a world more magical the Alice's
I am lost
In beauty and purity
Her eyes stare back at me
But I see no eyes
I see a gateway to a better place
I am lost
I am lost in her eyes
 May 2014 Vivian Sin
MS Lynch
I’m sorry if my body fat
triggers feelings of disgust in you,
but I hope you’re ready
because I’m about to shoot the gun.
Please, don’t feed the fat girl in a bikini on the beach.
My skin is not an insult, a statement, an apology,
or something to be picked and pulled apart
by your crisp magazine pages.
I refuse to cry over the pale white lines that show I
have blossomed from a child into a wide-hipped woman.
I don’t need a man to tell me that my body is acceptable,
merely by his standards of what his ******* rises for.
I’m sorry if my life makes me happy, and your life makes you not,
but I choose weight over senseless standards because
I can be beautiful with double-digit-sized pants.
Maybe you are uncomfortable with your
own uncomfortableness and with my
security in my flawed skin.
And although many of my “sorry(’s)” in this passage
are sarcastic, I am genuinely sorry that someone can feel
so negative in the only space that will ever truly be their own.
Please, don’t feed the fat girl in a bikini on the beach,
she does not need bitter and hateful words
that will literally eat away at her.
She’d much rather you go find someone
who actually gives a ****.
I love the way you love me
I love the way you kiss
I love the way you whisper
And that I truly miss

I love all things about you
Even the flaws you have
For when I love somebody
All I can feel is love

I love to think about you
I know that you are mine
I want to hug and kiss you
This love's truly divine

I love you till tomorrow
For always I will care
I'll keep your name in my heart
Forever love I swear!
Just a scribble with 7/6 syllables
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