They say life isn’t hard
Yet it’s not a dream,
A fucked up holiday
Or so it seems.
It’s a strange reality
We see and feel,
But who’s reality
Is even real?
What I observe
Is different to you,
The trees whisper
Shades of blue.
Music plays
Only to appear,
I see the rhythm
You can only hear.
Maybe insanity
Isn’t that extreme
To witness beauty
Others will dream.
See through my eyes
Take my position,
You’ll label me more
Than my condition.


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12 Responses to Reality

  1. M.E. Dill says:

    Wow! This is an amazing poem. Both in style and content. I think the question “who’s reality is even real” is so poignant for the world we live in today–fact is, we all experience reality so very differently. And you do such an amazing job of conveying that πŸ™‚

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  2. EDC Writing says:

    … a fucked up holiday … a line that could only come from you and be part of something beautiful … real or otherwise …

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Ryan Stone says:

    Wow! Love this πŸ™‚

    Liked by 1 person

  4. @vapor_sage says:

    Oh. I see what you did there. Very Clever. I touch upon the illusion in, I’m in Love with …Not you

    Liked by 1 person

  5. Rajiv says:

    Brilliant, milady!

    Liked by 1 person

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