What Is Real?

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I feel like I am in a dream

And the particles that make me

Are vibrating

Shifting from solid form

Into nothing.

Am I a ghost?

A stranger smiles my way.

I must be real.

Unless this is all fake.

How do you tell if you’re alive

When even pain just feels like a distant memory?

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Wildest Dreams- Haunted: A Poem

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Dark clouds in my head

Rain cascades over my ribs

Salty and acidic

Eroding my bones

I am broken

Haunted

And so far gone lost.


I thought this would be a good poem for Wildest Dreams. A little side project I am working on. Read part of it here, a picture-it & write inspiration!

The Cycle

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Wind down
After a long week
Hours slip by
One, two, three
I never see you
[Only in my dreams]
And the kisses are few
Far in between
I want time to stand still
With me in your arms
Let’s forget about the daily grind
Or jobs and our chores
I want to stay in this moment we call the weekend
Before my eyes close
Because when I blink the moment ends
And I’ll have to face what I already know
We’re doomed to repeat the cycle
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
I can’t even remember how to smile
[On the inside]
So let’s just stay here
In our Saturday
And break the cycle now
No more heartache
I just want to hold your hand
No more pain
I just miss my best friend