Alyssa Sunico Apr 2013
It was nothing like the movies
No cheesy pick up line
No accidental touch of hands
Not even and intense gazing.

Yet no movie or book can describe it
The moment when you notice things;
First, the tone of his voice
Second, the nonsensical gestures he makes.

These may be stupid and odd
But in that moment when “two” friends seriously talk
And suddenly look into each other’s eyes
Will you realize that shoot! You like him.
I am not the dude who can give you
That superorgasm you want.
I am not the dude
Who can fuck you for ten hours straight,
But I'm not the dude
Who will beat you to a pulp
And send you to the Hospital
That you fell for
'Cause you were
A horny-ass bitch.
This poem was composed at the Central Branch of the Denver Public Library on November 27, 2016.
Richard j Heby Apr 2014
reality does not exist
in the mirror
A big fat nobody May 2014
What is there to do when your mind's a mess?
The worlds a farce and everything is just too much.
I hide my face in worlds hardly seen, where reality is thin
and gods and demons roam in-between.

For me peace is only found in dreams, or when
there's a disconnect between myself and the world
usually found in a dose or ten of my favorite pill.

Solitude has been my best friend since I entered
this world, and much hasn't changed, I see the roles
know the ques, but I've never felt like I belong

Often times when I'm feeling blue, I can even lose myself
in my favorite tunes. Eventually I have to face it
you know', the one thing that never ceases.

"Reality is that which doesn't go away once you stop believing in it."

And there it is, the thing we all must face, in differing ways
and in changing paces, eventually we all must face our inner demons
and I must say they have many faces.
In love, nothing exists between heart and heart.
Speech is born out of longing,
True description from the real taste.
The one who tastes, knows;
the one who explains, lies.
How can you describe the true form of Something
In whose presence you are blotted out?
And in whose being you still exist?
And who lives as a sign for your journey?
oni Jan 2015
i am
trapped
in a moment
where all i
can do
is stare
until the
scene
blurs together --
not that my
reality
had really been
clear
before.
my struggle with depression
Ember Evanescent Oct 2014
So I'm writing a fiction novel

Cool, what's It about?

Well, it's set in a dystopian society.

So not very cheerful. Tell me about the society.

There are multiple different governments that disagree with each other, millions die everyday, people are tortured, some people are even killing themselves because of diseases of the mind, sometimes people hurt each other bad enough emotionally they traumatize them. People still judge each other based on things they can't change and your beliefs can get you killed. People shoot other people for no reason and there are always nuclear weapons pointed at each other. Crazy people and worse, some sane people murder people remorselessly and so many people hate each other.

Sounds awful, what's it called?

Reality.
I know it's not really a poem but I'm upset right now.
Nows merged, and, seconds,minutes and hours
Days,months and years merged,
Life has become a dream!
A solid reality.
27 Jan 2015
Grace Wayne Sep 2014
ever wondered if dreams are reality.
and reality is a dream.
if we are living in someone else’s mind.
that we aren’t real.
that we are a product of someone’s imagination.
that you are nothing.
you are the invisible friend.
written: Jan. 25, 2012
idyllicrainydays Nov 2014
i want to be the "goodnight"
you whisper to your empty bedroom
before shutting your eyes
and drifting off to another reality.
seasonalskins Aug 2014
lease don't escape
i want you here
living, breathing,
existing

you are alive,
Gul e Dawoodi Jan 2015
See with an eye  of  wisdom,
Yet you'll fail to understand the reality,
Drag the lies until their skin bleed,
Yet you'll fail to expose the reality,
No matter what you do to make them believe,
Deception  is the only reality.
In today's world,  deception is the only reality.
When you are able to understand the truth it's too late.
If you preach the truth, people would say either you are a liar or a mental case.
Because we believe in what we see.
And we only see what we want to see.
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