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"figmental" poems
And I think growing up had more to do with the struggle of validating your pipe dreams and protecting your worlds virginity, than it ever had to do with transcending your naive mind. It became difficult to hope for something figmental, let alone comfortable, so you accept reality as only concrete. Perhaps that is why you began to digress through third grade crushes, because it was the closest thing to impossibility but borderlined on the edge enough to authenticity and tangible reality that it was okay. And that was when you definitely sensed it, that hundred to one feeling.
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Jan 21, 2014
Jan 21, 2014 at 4:34 PM UTC
One Way Catalyst Kids
cling to the daliy figmental clock that wakes you in the morning. sleep wth your bed as if the sun was always stuck at rising. plunging into a think fluffy cloud the sky feels like a dream.
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Oct 17, 2011
Oct 17, 2011 at 4:12 PM UTC
Hazel Gutter Candy
In between the thoughts of you I'm trying to discover my lost self... In between the smiles of you I'm trying to detect my lost piece of heart... In between the words of you I'm trying to find my lost silence... And now, In between our discrete and factual worlds I'm trying to build our own figmental kingdom that is invincible !!! © Kishamore
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Jan 23, 2017
Jan 23, 2017 at 9:20 AM UTC
In between...
You can’t have a mental illness... You look so normal. What does a person with a mental issue look like? Pink, blue and covered in dots? No clue Orange, green with fuschia spots? If we were able to diagnose people upon sight, We’d have shirts that say “hi my name is ____ and I’m a pyromaniac” proceeds to strike a match There is a certain image attached with the words MENTAL A woman, clutching her houserobe in the corner, eyes wide rocking whispering JUDGEMENTAL A man shaking, murmuring, wringing his hands FIGMENTAL So an *** sufferer mustn’t have it because she doesn’t “look it” eh? And that guy with MS just doesn’t look sick enough for you right? No. No. What I feel is what I feel. How dare you undermine what I am going through because it doesn’t live up to your expectations. Do you want to see the suffering? No. You don’t want to see what I’m going through. You don’t want to see or hear the torment, everyday. The voices plaguing How I take my medication like a ritual, How I pray. I’m sorry I don’t look sick enough for you But I’m not sorry for what I’m going though.
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Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 4:11 PM UTC
Mental
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.
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Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 6:45 AM UTC
Daydream