Melodies

I just want to clarify that my poems are usually a result of my often fluctuating passions and are merely fleeting ideas and thoughts. Think of them as dramatic rambling instead of a reflection of how I really feel and perceive the world.

I often fabricate scenarios in my head

Until my conscious is encumbered 

With fantasies that preoccupy my mind while I lie in bed, 

and often render me from slumber

I can not pinpoint where I acquired this mentality

Perhaps my ancestors did it as well

All I know is that my dreams are much better than reality,

And that I’m quite content just to dwell 

Possible lovers and friends elude my perception 

Instead I resort to amusing delusions

My imaginary friends are the only exception

Real affection is merely an illusion

For love is not real 

Except in our sub-conscious dreams 

It is not an emotion or something you feel

But instead a deceitful scheme

That lures you in, and for a minuscule interval of time,

You almost believe it exists

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