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Hi! This is Fluff, Fantasy, and Forget. We are three girls who are bored and have awesome imagination. Forget likes to draw and sing, Fantasy …

Poems

Françoise  Nov 2015
Fantasies
Françoise Nov 2015
You can only exist in my fantasies,
Where there would be no boundaries.
You can only exist in my fantasies,
Where I would wait for you every night-
Shattering every despair of silent light.
You can only live in my fantasies,
Where it would be okay for me to stay-
Wrapped in your arms my love won't decay.
Because you can only live in my fantasies-
Somewhere I will be safe and protected
Knowing that I will never feel neglected.
You live in my fantasies like an ephemeral dream-
Wishing upon the stars I thought I've already seen-
The beauty of your eyes gazing into my soul
Loosing my breath it almost feels unreal-
To think that you only live in my fantasies
This place that I can mold and fix-
Every single tear and broken script
In this world of mine I can pretend I am not alone-
I can pretend that you're here with me
Because I am scared to open my eyes to this cold reality-
Where souls like me can't feel no more sympathy
In those fantasies of mine I will hurt myself
Over and over again I am becoming hopeless
To find the strength inside of me to let you see-
That without this world of fantasies-
I have no secure place to be the real me.
Klvshp0et Nov 2015
Fantasies and poetry.
Fantasies and poetry.
All I've got in life
are fantasies and poetry.

Oh you think that
you know me?
Tell me about
the visions that I see.
Tell me about
the places I will be.
Tell me about
the faces I will see.
All the hands I will shake.
All the hearts I will break.
All the deals I will make.
Tell me about
when I found myself.
Tell me about
how I was before
and how I worked
with all my cards
that were dealt.
All you know
is what I choose
for you to see.
So, believe you me
my minds travels deep
when I separate
you from me.
Coming to you live
from the depths of me
and deep inside my mind.
Where my soul
and my ancestors be.
Fighting evil influences
that try to destroy me.
Who guided me in the direction
where I'm suppose to be.
Yet I still don't know
where I'm suppose to be.
You think you know me
then you know that
all I've got are

Fantasies and poetry.
Fantasies and poetry.
All I've got in life
are fantasies and poetry.

These fantasies and poetry
are what I use
to fight the powers that be.
To fight the demons in me.
To show you the demons in you.
To tell you the truth
That that box of distraction
that they've made for you
you will only see a few.
So you will never know
exactly what they do to you.
That's why I write to find
the lost.
I write to free
the trapped.
I write to shine light to
the blind.
I write to hold
the loveless
In a world that seems
so soulless.
Where appearances and possessions
make those the boldness
only on the surface.
I write to warm
the bitter coldness
of the mystical human experience.
With the strong arms of Samson
my love you won't have to ration.
As long as we don't let negativity
become its assassin
and let its actions speak
as loud as a cannon.  
It will be in
like it is the latest fashion.
Then I will be free to imagine
what life would be like
without my own captions
of fantasies and poetry.
Samantha ward Mar 15
I've compared my life to so many things
I've been waiting for a prince to rescue me
I've been waiting for a perfect life like the ones on TV
I've been waiting for some action like in the books I read
I've been waiting and waiting but it'll never come
for awhile it made me so numb
I got lost and TV and books
I wished I was there
I wished I looked like that perfect TV actress
I wished I had that perfect guy
I wished I had friends that were there for me when I cried
I wished for the perfect sitcom family
I wished that I'd wake up to find that my life was a lie
that'd wake up and that would be my life
my family would be perfect
I'd have so many friends
I'd get the guy who looks like him
someone would want me
I wouldn't be alone
but I always woke up in the same home
day after day lost in a trance
lost in these fantasies I wished were my life
I wished that a dog would save my life
I cried and I cried but they couldn't tell me it was alright
I needed a comforting voice
I needed something to live for
I needed a dad who was parenting me
one who gave me emotional security
yes you were there but it never felt like for me
I called you my mom's husband for so long it made me feel guilty
but I was not wrong because while you love me you weren't the father I need
so I spent my days lost in these fantasies
hoping someone would save me
I often thought about death
I have no fear of dying
these books and TV clear my mind
I become numb and lose myself to a trance just to keep myself alive
I always go back to these fantasies of mine
I wish for perfect that will never be found
I wish what will never be real
so sold on fiction I'm not living
I'm glued to this happiness that they find
and I wish their life was mine
these fantasies are nice but they are not real
I live in these fantasies to forget that I'm here
forget I'm alive
forget I'm depressed
forget all these thoughts in my head
I latch on to these fantasies
they I tell myself can save me
stuck comparing myself to the standards I can never uphold
I will never look like her
I will never be sitcom happy
I will never meet a prince that will make me a princess
I compared myself to these fantasies
I live in these fantasies
I want these fantasies
I will never get those fantasies