Somewhere in this world lies the truth.
The truth about the past.
the truth about me.
Slowly my reality turned into fantasy.
Somewhere I became confused.
Did it really happen or did i make it up?
How am I suppose to tell the difference?
Does it really matter?
Am I crazy?
Or does everyone feel like this
But just refuses to confess?
Confess their deep dark secrets.
The ones that dwell in their minds
And refuses to let them rest.
I want to confess my secrets.
But what if they're just fantasies?
How will I separate the two?
Author notes
Have you ever used fantasy to excape your reality, and then found it hard to separate the two?
A contest entry
- biggest contest in allpoetry history! (i hope) need 1,000 entries!! by Gasp.
1300 points, ended July 11, 2007, 638 entries
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Have you ever felt like this or is it just me?
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I dream constantly, but "I know that dreaming constantly of what cannot be isn't wise, but life is so much easier to live when it is in disguise." (yes, I just quoted myself, sorry if it's a little weird, but I felt it fit the occasion)
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I really relate to this poem as I am partially amnesic and come from a severe trauma/abuse background. No...it is not just you.
I have actually used fantasy to escape...but knew the difference. It is the stuff that comes to the surface after being buried for so many years that I tend to question. It is only horror of what I remember that makes me wonder if it is real. Yet, it all fits the other things in my life so well.
Keep writing.
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Excellent!!
I think we all use fantasy at some point to escape painful realities. It's something that we just go through in life. I wrote a poem that I have on this site called STONES. It's about how I started out as a very mean bully when I was 11, but got bullied very badly at another school when I was 14. The day I knocked a girl's glasses off, when she was only trying to get in her front door was the day I stopped being a bully. I struggled often at that stage of my life, even to the point of thoughts of suicide. Sometimes, to get through the painful realities that life throws in our path, we have to look a little deeper, and remember that everything, even the most painful parts of our lives, happens for a reason. When I was writing about your dad earlier, that's exactly what I was trying to get across. It can be confusing, just like you wrote.
I can't explain how strongly I felt like I had to post that reply to you. Remember, Wearychild, your dad never left at all. Maybe, he's helping me to get his words to you, because he knows just how much you're hurting. I don't know, but I do know that I need to say it. My son taught me a very valuable lesson when he told me about seeing my dad. Children have a natural sixth sense, so they can see much more than they are usually able to as adults. I don't know if I still can, but I do feel it sometimes. It fades over time, but the reality of what you once saw yourself was very real. Maybe, that's what your dad wants you to know. I think he only wants you to heal, and will always be there for you when you need him. Trust in your heart, because it's true.
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Nice. I like it. Although form or rhyme scheme were not in this poem, sometimes form and rhyme scheme seem forced in poetry like this. Often abrubt lines are best for abrubt thoughts. Nicely done, poet!
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Gourmet food for thought
Does it realy matter indeed. The red was a bit hard on my eyes, but maybe that is beacause the lights are out. This felt like an effortless transition from brain to screen, and a glimpse into more than just your world, but everyones. -
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Gourmet food for thought
Thank you very much for your comment. Sorry for the color, I changed it, so it won't bother anyone elses eyes. Thanks again.
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This is also a great write. You're an amazing poet. I love all you've done.
I also have that same confusion. Most people probably do sadly.
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I am fascinated by fantasy and reality and the way they can intertwine. I loved the confusion you display in your poem, the title fits perfectly
Love D.L.
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I know the feeling of the reality-fantasy confusion.. you put the feeling into words so well. I'll think something happens, and then mention it only to find out i totally made it up or dreamt it or something. Great poem, and i hope you figure things out.
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ahh, fantasy. my mind goes anywhere it wants. this poem brough me somewhere special! very nice job! tyvm for entering!!
~!~keep writing~!~
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FANTASY is not the opossite of REALITY but her sister
they complete eachother and setting them apart is like a surgical procedure on unseparated twins: you either lose one of them or the surviver will have serious problems in adapting so the problem is not making the difference because this will not make one of them dissapear.the key is to find those faults in one which find fullfillment in the other and try to saitify them constantly within the spiritual level that will do the most good.sometimes we can cope better with our instincts(like agression) within FANTASY yet when it comes to dealing with our dearones it is recomende to keep our feeling real and share and comunicate...hmmm...anyway...it is a vicious circle:the uglier one gets, the more dependable the other becomes....nice work here!well done indeed!
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Thank you very much for your comment. I like what you said about fantasy and reality being sisters, that was beautiful. I love the fact that you really explain what you say. It helps me understand what you are saying. Thank you very much. I would reward your comments but I don't know how. Thank you though!
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I wouldn't say everyone does this because I've met people that I seriously doubt have the creative capacity to imagine their own fantasy world, but that being said I think most people escape from time to time into their own mind. Perhaps though, it is reality that is confusing. Our fantasies are our own creation and we understand what we want, but reality is based in a realm of infinite laws and misleadings that the mortal mind could barely ever begin to truly comprehend. Just a thought.
The Only Dependable Thing About The Future Is Uncertainty.
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I have definitely fallen into my fantasy world from time to time. I enjoyed this - lots of questions about the outside world and yourself. Very skilled writing.
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