Subconscious Reality

Subconscious Reality

A Poem by flowetry07
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love, self-love, dreams,

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Sometimes I have dreams.
I sit or lie with my eyes open, sometimes closed and I listen to the imagined conversation in my head.
I allow my heart to feel openly and honest while all the hurt and anger bubbles up, fizzles and spills out in liquid droplets down my cheeks.
Sometimes the images that dance behind my cranium or waltz beneath the cover of my eyelids are the things I wish I had said or did. Sometimes they are my fantasies of resolved unrequited love.
The people I could have given my heart to come back and confess what I already knew.... I had their's all along. They were just too shy, proud, or afraid to admit it.
Then there are the dreams where I get my revenge. Each person who I did give my heart to, the ones who turned it into a mangled, twisted stringy ball of uselessness; well I find the answer for them.
I show them through my greatest weapon all....,rejection.
I seduce and lure them to realize that my heart is healed and so many others wish for that access, to each I grant a small portion.
With a smug smile I whisper sometimes audibly to the emotional storm carriers that I  "the one you left behind" hold the key to the only true happiness in your life. You however are the one who destroyed your VIP card and there is no getting it back.
Then I laugh. 
That is when the the other dreams begin, the kind I never really wake up from.
For they are feelings and realization that I am.
My existence is not dependent on the other any longer.
The key has been mine all along, 
I just momentarily forgot that I  have ownership.

© 2014 flowetry07


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Haha, "you have lost your VIP card."

I to have crazy dreams like these and often think, I should have done this. I guess that is why they say, we learn as life goes on.

This poem is all so real and gut wrenching for many of us as a lot have been through this. Nights still come when liquid droplets try to pierce my eyes. I usually hold them back, for what good other than a stuffy nose will come from this? But, perhaps, maybe if they flowed like a river I would be refreshed.

I hope a warm smile comes to your face today!

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

flowetry07

9 Years Ago

Thank you so much for you review and I love your continuation. Also you brought a smile to my face :.. read more



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Haha, "you have lost your VIP card."

I to have crazy dreams like these and often think, I should have done this. I guess that is why they say, we learn as life goes on.

This poem is all so real and gut wrenching for many of us as a lot have been through this. Nights still come when liquid droplets try to pierce my eyes. I usually hold them back, for what good other than a stuffy nose will come from this? But, perhaps, maybe if they flowed like a river I would be refreshed.

I hope a warm smile comes to your face today!

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

flowetry07

9 Years Ago

Thank you so much for you review and I love your continuation. Also you brought a smile to my face :.. read more

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Added on September 7, 2014
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