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Submitted by an anonymous Daily Prompt user.
"It was all becoming real."
Use this as the closing line of a poem in any style.
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They knew the day would come —
And so did she.
The guiding timepost was around
that Wednesday, when a sudden
and neurotic shift
has started hitting her,
for no apparent reason.
While something else, with
quite a spicy twist, no less,
just started hitting fan.
She would refer to this
back in her memory —
again, again...
and then —
She would have liked to say
they would be "mi...
Of course there are the fantasies
The nagging wants in the back of the mind
Leave this place
Burn your bridges
You don’t need these people
This place
This hateful
Sick
Place
But survival is the most demanding instinct
And the world is against you
It is set up that way
I never thought of myself as one to get trapped
It was always my nightmare to be strangled by obligation
But it is all ...
It’s finally happening.
It’s all becoming real.
The things that everyone said was just me.
Just me overthinking,
Thinking the worst.
Constant negativity.
But this time the worst happened.
This time all my overthinking was worth it.
Me being negative finally paid off.
And all those optimistic losers never saw it coming....
I laughed,
I mocked,
I grinned,
I scoffed,
I knew,
These palmists are of charlatans, of fakes,
To lose my job, my friends, my love, my life,
This surely will not come to pass for truth.
Her wizened eyes which held my gaze could not,
By sight or thought compel these slights to come.
The first call came, I grabbed my phone to see,
It was my boss who told to me, their need
of me was lost. A fluke, c...
you called me late at night
i was too tired to answer
your mom called me the morning
after you couldn’t fight it any longer
i couldn’t move or face it
the love you give, no one can replace it
i’ll just go to your house
kiss you in the hallway
like none of this happened
but i can’t do that.
it did happen,
and it was all becoming real....
Dreams are a crazy place
They are the place where anything is possible
You don’t have to believe in the real world
You just have to fall asleep
When you wake up to the blaring alarm
You wish to be back in your joyful bliss
With endless possibilities
It was becoming so real
But when the dream world you once knew
Comes crashing down
Where do you go
You find that you can’t sleep no more
All the tr...
I laugh, I cry, I feel.
Tell me, what is real?
I live, I hurt, I ache.
Tell me what is fake?
I don’t know all sorts of things;
Why do we have legs, but birds have wings?
How come we don’t know what the future brings?
What is death?
What is life?
How did I end up with this knife?
I’m lost and it stings.
Why do I ruin everything?
I think I’m going to break.
God I wish this all was fake.
Blood on my ...
This is my life. I sit on the roof ledge looking into the night sky. I play connect the dots with the stars like how we used to when we were kids, only it’s different now. You’ve been gone a year, but I’m still stuck here, on this ledge, with these thoughts, with these memories. For a moment everything goes away. All the problems, all the stress, all the joy, all the aching stops. I sigh as I repl...
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