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A pair of eyes;
Open and stare through the lights,
Into the darkness of doom.
And yet they smile,
Yet they smile.

A drop of tear;
Seeps through the garden of death;
Falls to the mortal soil.
Dreams and desires will blend again,
To render the roses alive.

I am floating through a vision.
Like ripples, floating through the pond of life.
Can reality be so real?

Let me drown again,
Into the silence of familiar noise.
As I wander through the lanes of reason and passion.
The flame of hope burns bright,
Drenched in the colors of freedom.
So let my dreams unravel my soul,
As darkness fades away;
And let mortality draw me closer to destiny.
As these pair of eyes,
Open to stare through the lights again.

Is this reality?
Can reality be so real?

Time passes by, as the eyes keep staring;
Staring at the distant lights;
Staring beyond the distant skies.
What do they see?
What do they long?
What do they desire?

Then the skies will break down;
White lightning striking the dreamy clouds.

Moments will turn into memories,
Passion into pain.
Questions that once seemed to matter,
Will be washed out in the rain.
The hands which once held me tight,
Wearing different faces of love.
The moments that felt so alive.
The reflections which rendered me life.
All the shadows that once felt so obvious.
All the noises; so ordinary; so true.
Treasured dreams colored in innocence.
Some stories left incomplete.
Some choices we could not undo.

The lightning strikes;
The canvas burns.
Reality changes dimension.
Then comes the rain, washing all away.

I am floating again,
Is this a vision?
Am I sleeping?
Was I ever awake?

Silence; where once voices reigned.
Infinity; where once logic questioned fate.

Far away in the distance, the lights still keep burning bright.
Reminding me of the skies that once bred colors.

Shall I reach out once again?
Shall I walk the road one more time?

What should I learn, to unlearn that I shouldn’t have learnt?
What should I do, to do the undone?

All of it, does it even matter?
Should it even matter?

Standing on this edge,
Let me question once again.
What is reality?
Can reality even feel so real?
Well...for those who hate reading long poems, I'm extremely sorry for the length of this piece. Its just that I had a lot of questions when I started writing this down.

As I look back on my life, all my memories, my moments seem so distant. Its like I've been floating through existence looking at my life unfold. It makes me question if any of it was actually real. Can reality even feel so real?

The poem is basically about this feeling and a lot more.
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Given 2013-12-10
Dreams of reality by ~cruisnick An interesting and fresh take on a slightly used concept. ( Suggested by Same-side and Featured by GrimFace242 )
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It sounds a lot like my own reality.. I have often wondered if reality is truly even real or if it's just a figment of our own imagination something that we create to make ourselves feel safe, and stable and secure when life is really but a dream... or to quote Shakespeare "a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury and signifying nothing" Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if one day I woke up and found that I'd been laying in a hospital in a coma since I was a kid and everything I thought had ever happened was all a dream and no one I'd ever met and nothing I'd ever owned or done had ever existed. I don't really know how such a thing as reality can truly exist in this world... it seems everybody sees something different. My fiance and I see a world of dreams and imagination into which we can flee from reality like cockroaches from the light, my mom sees reality almost as if it were a god that will guide and bless you if you respect and fear it's teachings but punish you if you ignore it... to some it is cold and dark to others it is warm and bright, to others they still feel like they are waiting for it to begin. No one really sees the same reality, we don't even see ourselves as others see us, and it's something so easily altered, a drink, a drug, or a dream crushing remark can completely shift it and turn it on it's head! I don't really believe that anything I see, hear, feel or think can even truly be real.. because if I honestly told anyone other then my fiance my version if reality and life as I saw it they would think I was on drugs or crazy or simply making things up. My life is a bad fan-fiction and I'm the Mary Sue...
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Please forgive me for replying so late. Got a bit entangled in the events of life.
Well, first of all, I would like to thank you for not only taking your time to read the poem, but also sharing your thoughts. What you wrote above is in itself a piece of art. The sheer beauty and depth of your comment made me feel so glad that I wrote this piece. Thank you so much for being so expressive and inspiring. Thank you....
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That's okay, it happens to us all. Thank you so much for seeing and admiring the beauty of my comment. :)
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Wolfmoon35 Dec 10, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
I was just browsing through the Daily Deviations, this caught my eye, and I couldn't help but continue reading. As other people have mentioned, I can relate to this. It's haunting in a sense, filled with longing and is somehow bittersweet. Strangely, it's more on the sweet side. Excellent penmanship! I hope that more people pause and read this.
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Hey Christine. Wow! I simply loved your comment. Thank you so much for being so expressive. Reading such a long piece and then providing a constructive comment really needs a lot of patience. This world need people like you to inspire us to write better and be more expressive. Thank you for your support and I am really glad you liked the piece...:)
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Wolfmoon35 Dec 12, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Hi Nilanjan! Aww... Thank you too for replying right away and for the sweet words. Honestly, I'm not always full of patience. It's a work in progress. But we all have flaws that need to be paid attention to and fixed if possible. Anyways, I hope that I'll be able to write such poignant poems like you do. I am a novice poet and I've been thinking of posting some poems here on deviantart. However, I'm rather paranoid about people plagiarizing so I'm quite reluctant to share something of my own online where it stays forever and can be used for purposes different from the ones intended. (Yikes, run-on sentence lol.) Although, reading your poem makes me want to post a poem of my own nonetheless. Perhaps I'm beginning to have the courage to do so. :)
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hudgens77 Dec 10, 2013  Hobbyist
Wow I really loved it! You know, I've asked myself the same question sometimes. It's like, time passes so quickly and suddenly you look back and so many things happened, there are so many memories and they don't feel real. Anyway, this was a really great poem and I really liked the way you expressed yourself :)
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Hey Adriana. I am so glad you liked this piece and more importantly I am glad that you could relate to it so easily. Life and reality in itself has always made me inquisitive.To see that there are people out there who feel the same as I do makes me feel more close to this dimension of reality. Thank you so much for stopping by and sharing your thoughts...:)
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