Fictional Memories A fantasy of epic proportions Reality with drastic distortions Variable dimensions for the time and place The perpetual constant is her face So vividly clear in my dreams But an illusion cannot be what it seems A beautifully pathetic and empty shell A mental replication that is known too well But a shadow cannot be embraced and held tight Warmth cannot be found in the dark of the night The words "I love you" from a mouth with no voice And I mirror the sentiment without a choice But the sculpture shatters as it's held to my chest Piercing the lies with which I'm dressed Collapsing the world built in my mind Returning to the reality I'd left behind Leaving me searching and grasping desperately At the smoke that is my fictional memory Wow haven't written anything in a month or so. I think I'm a bit rusty.
rusty? you call that rusty? that shit is peeling the rust off of me... which is a good thing. man, you inspire me...
this is the kind of thing that i would write. so i think it's great. i think the last line sort of kills it, though ... ...just my opinion. <.<