It's about avoiding reality through various escape routes that become addictions and lead to Hell. My character is addicted to television, chocolate, coffee, to her dream of her son, which has no basis in reality.
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Reality of a dream
A light conversation,
With only the ones we trust
The vision of happiness
A settled place for ones heart
The reality of a dream
Some no not were to start
The door we may rather leave alone,
For we fear the pain of disappointment
A guessing game without the answer
The reality of a dream
Runs hand and hand with
the reality of fate
Except both or walk away
Hard work with all but success
And years laid to rest
Be a curse this idea
This dream with its fears
From deterioration to motivation
The dream can be delivered
For the reality of a dream
Is that...........
Without reality there is no dream
poem by Morgan Bodden
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A dream is just a dream
We all dream
We all dream about romance
Or murder
Sometimes even watching T.V.
But when you wake up
Reality starts to kick in
Thous wonderful dreams
That you wish were real
Get pushed away
So we all dread waking up
Coming back to reality
All wait until the time comes
To go back to sleep
To escape reality
And return to the land of dreams
Were you decide what comes next
poem by Yasmine Torres
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I don't think movies or television have any basis in reality at all. It's all just pretend. That's what's fun about it.
quote by James Spader
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Please Walk Away
I am tired of untold fiction,
Tired of taking no action,
Yes im tired, halucinations
Always me and imaginations
Please walk way
Im tired of the fairytales,
My nose closed, i feel the smell
I turn around in my sheets,
I see you, me and the kids,
Spare me the torture please,
Please walk away
I lead myself astray,
Love attacks, im the prey
Not until i see the day,
The sun shines i see the ray
Yes it was a dream
Please walk away my love,
Escape from my surreal,
Walk away from my dreams,
Become a reality and virture,
In my dreams you are close,
In reality you are far,
From my dreams to reality,
Please walk away
poem by Gaylord Munemo
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But I don't want to for M lady Ernestine
I wander freely mentally.
Enraptured by the things I see
within my worlds of fantasy.
I just reject reality
where nothing ever works for me.
Quite certain I would rather be
divorced from harsh reality
There is no comfort here for me
and live in my own fantasy.
A dream which cannot possibly
be realised apparently
Reluctantly I must agree.
That I am where I’m meant to be.
You can’t escape reality
and learn to act responsibly.
30-Mar-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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The Dreamer's Poet
Dreamers dream
dreaming that
all their dreams are dreams;
and is reality then multiple-shaped
or itself a dream?
If dreams are things not real or true
or don't yet exist
then what does it mean for dreamer to
act upon the dream and bring it forth
into reality?
Was the dream just reality
not yet existent;
in waiting so to speak?
Or was it live
always there
waiting to be discovered?
Seems to me
this is much like a poem;
how the poem comes to be-
unless, of course,
the poet
is a dream too,
outside reality
paradoxical conundrum
don't you see?
And more:
could it be the Dreamer's Poet
in dreaming thus
creates the Poet
and the Poetry
both of which
become Reality
Thus?
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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A Bitter Coffee... A Sweet Coffee
The age is running and I am still drinking my bitter coffee,
To when the story of this coffee belongs? !
Coffee and chocolate are so deferent in their tastes
But in several times
It happens that they have the same color.
It seems that the similarity of them is the same of features of the fortune reader.
When she gazes the cup of the coffee
But I am not so familiar with chocolate
Even I am not familiar with the talisman countenances of the hex.
I remember that once I asked him to give me a bitter coffee
Yet he has made a permanent bitter one
Each time he brings me the same coffee in the same cup
A question c0mes to my mind and I ask it to myself:
If we do not like the coffee, why we do drink it?
Do you think it is our destiny as my birth story?
I was born without my desire
Thus with each sip of the coffee
The destiny stops me not to tear the chocolate cover
to sweeten my coffee.
poem by Chnar Namq
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The Effects Of It (Delusion Meant)
In the midst of delusion meant,
To question truth...
Today I've come to realize,
What has been taught in one's life...
To keep emphasized,
Has nothing to do...
With a collective reality at all.
Manipulation!
The effects of it.
How that is done and to whom...
Is the basis of establishing fact!
If a successful manipulation is done,
Anything can and will be believed.
And the higher one's paycheck gets...
Dancing plums,
Assisted by a few marching candycanes...
With a few talking Christmas trees.
Targeting the right marketing done...
Is reality enough,
For anyone seeking an escape.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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While I recognize the necessity for a basis of observed reality... true art lies in a reality that is felt.
quote by Odilon Redon
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A Dream Be Not
I dream a dream of dreams to be
oh do I dream of such a thing I dream of love peace happiness
but a dream can this be maybe the truth I do not see for this dream can really be reality with your hands joined
in mine that's how my dream can really be reality
poem by Marcus Caqueias
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Stock market bubbles don't grow out of thin air. They have a solid basis in reality, but reality as distorted by a misconception.
quote by George Soros
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Y.. Reality
Reality
Is dark and gloomy
But I see so much light
Reality
Is negative and bad
But I see so much goodness
Reality
Is falsehood and deceit
But I see so much honesty
Reality
is ugly and hideous
But I see so much beauty
Reality may be changing slowly
Please try to see
Take a look together with me
poem by Aufie Zophy
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Edge Of Reality
(words & music by giant - baum - kaye)
I walk along a thin line darling
Dark shadows follow me
Heres where lifes dream lies disillusioned
The edge of reality
Oh I can hear strange voices echo
Laughing with mockery
The border line of doom Im facing
The edge of reality
On the edge of reality she sits there tormenting me
The girl with the nameless face
On the edge of reality where she overpowers me
With fears that I cant explain
She drove me to the point of madness
The brink of misery
If shes not real then Im condemned to
The edge of reality
On the edge of reality she sits there tormenting me
The girl with the nameless face
On the edge of reality where she overpowers me
With fears that I cant explain
She drove me to the point of madness
The brink of misery
If shes not real then Im condemned to
The edge of reality
Reality, reality, reality, reality,
Reality, reality, reality, reality
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Validation for colin j
Sometimes I think we should not try
to make our cherished dreams come true
and be content with fantasy.
We must accept reality
Some cherished dreams are doomed to fail.
Because they are not meant to be.
That does not mean we should not dream
For dreams are a necessity
Though they’re not always as they seem
Dreams can protect our sanity
provide escape from every day
repetitive reality.
Dreams can become reality
Though only if they’re meant to be.
31/05/2009
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Cup of mocha
You never liked
the taste of mocha
You said it was
coffee laced
with chocolate lies
I always loved it
when the chocolate
masked the coffee
Just enough, and
let it linger nice
A lie coated truth
But, truth nevertheless...
The warm cup of mocha
Stands and grows cold
outside in
Dreams, forgotten,
lie dormant
new, old within
I stretch over the table
as across continents
To hold your hands,
to cup some warmth into;
a coffee grown cold,
a life grown old
We always shared
the mocha
you sipping
seeking the coffee
While I taste
the chocolate,
wait with the coffee
We stare athwart
Our love’s passion,
no longer an obsession
It retains within us ties,
Coffee mingled with chocolate lies
You always said
“Serve me poison,
with a smile,
I will drink it too.
Please, don’t lace it
with chocolate as with
coffee you do.”
You never liked
the taste of mocha
Yet, you always
drink it with me
As you sip,
your eyes crinkle
and I smile too, with you...
poem by O. Sudhir Janardhanan
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Opened Eyes
Groomed on reality...
So many have been saved.
Those still nibbling on leftovers
Of fantasy,
Are addicted to it in such a sad way.
Even in the midst of chaos and conflicts
They believe this is not their world affected.
Sadness sits on their shoulders like boulders...
And still a resistance they hold has gotten older!
They camouflage their tears...
In denial and covered ears!
Groomed on reality...
So many have been saved.
Those still nibbling on leftovers
Of fantasy,
Are addicted to it in such a sad way.
And today...
Opened eyes will help those survive!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Reality Sucks
O.k. maybe you know it better
Oh oh reality sucks
Nobody helps you to make it feel better
Oh oh reality sucks
And youre a dropout that stays away
Might be that evil took over
Oh oh reality sucks
Youre getting to old now
To cause a stampede
Oh oh reality sucks
So youre boozing your life away
Youre blown your brain away
Reality sucks
Oho reality sucks
Now you see your life has passed you by
Oh oh reality sucks
You took a shortcut
Through the junkyard of life
Maybe thats why reality sucks
Now youre boozing your life away
Blowing your head away
But dreams didnt make your day
cause reality sucks
Oh oh reality sucks
Reality sucks
song performed by by Fury In The Slaughterhouse
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Little black box called Television!
I watch it
Morning, day and night
The plasma screens are quite a sight
Soap Operas, Reality Shows, Movies
I watch anything there is to see
But the little black box called Television
Gets on my nerves
Images of other people’s life it serves
As a daily dish to my vision
Even my own ideas about fashion
Are ruthlessly destroyed in its mission
To impose on me of how to live
But I love Television
I am addicted to Television
Like glue is to paper
Or love making is to a beginner
I am its concubine with my permission
Please at me, don't point a finger
When I am lonely
It is easier to pretend
The images presented by TV
Are my friends
When I am horny
Without sounding funny
I can make love in my bed
After breakfast in bed
To anyone from the TVs images
Now endorsed into my head
That little black box
Sucks, it really sucks
It is just a vicious circle
Bed, Work, Television and Bed
Bed, Work, Television and Bed
Bed, Work, Television and Bed
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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I am a Dreamer
I am a dreamer
like everyone else
but I am not like other dreamers
I dream the possible
I know my dream can become reality
but I am not quite sure how or when
it seems impossible
yet I see others live it out
Dreaming is indescribable
I do not comprehend it
when I have a grasp on it
it embraces me
I love to dream
It is reality so close,
close enough to touch
but I stretch out my hand to touch nothing
Dream big, dream little
a dream is a dream
chase them
who knows what they will entail?
poem by Ben Bergeth
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Let Us Try This One
what if i stay as your dream
and then you become my reality
will it be sort of sorrow?
or will it be a fanfare?
what if i become your reality
and then you become my dream?
what if we just become both as
dreams?
yes, just dreams because we cannot
afford us
this reality, we are faraway like north and south
we are hardheaded like rocks
we pretend to meet at a certain point
yet we maintained the distance of parallel lines
what if? then what? i agree, we better remain as words
there is not a touch which can destroy us
there is not a poisonous kiss
there is none at all, and perhaps that is what we really wanted.
yes, a dream that does not come true. yes, we are excited for nothing
at all.
yes, we are not really meant for each other
despite our clamor for completion. yes, i am but a spare tire
and what shall it be you? Air.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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