Not Real Poems

Bots are not Real

bots are not real
friends
a “I” has a soul
bots are not good
buds
you cannot see
their eyes
thus
their highs
and lows
programmed to be
informed
about the kids
whereabouts
and find
what lurks inside
stay out
of the light
with
a shadowy din
a bot
not unlike
a ouija board
could be unobviously
a familiar
spirit, a lesser god,
a demon
hidden within
tin
AI, artificially
intelligent
put your money
on the other guy
the way
truth
life
The Creator
I am not a bot
you are not a

I'm Not Real

She wasn't real,
or, at least didn't feel
an extension of the people around
she herself was lost among the found
her life was a blessing
and too, a curse
She loved it and hated it
emotions reversed
when in the low, she craved that pain
those feelings of self disdain
the overwhelming hate, coated in rage
the relentless game she was made to play

but when

Not Real

I, as paper man
in paper town, 
grey, saw 
a cardboard cut-out
of a mirror, 
the reflection
was a busy world 
it didn't look real, 
those colours
and restaurants

Dreams Are Not Real

We were baseball and hot dogs, peanut butter and jelly,
sharing moments that lasted until the end of my dream.
But upon waking, there's an ache deep within my belly.
Dreams are not real, although that's the way they seem.

It's Not Real

Monique,
I am captured
by your mystique~
I am raptured
into the ether;
the essence
of your presence,
and lost in the mirage;
the Fata Morgana
of enchanted illusion. 

Church Clothes

Church clothes 
You go to church 
Wearing your church clothes.
Hiding who you really are.
Hiding behind your 
Faith and Bible.
If only your friends
Could see the truth.
Your not white as snow.
Your hands aren't clean.
They are dirty like 
The games you play. 
Your a snake hiding 
In your form. 
Ready to attack 
Any moment now. 
A spider spreading

Love Isnt Real

You think you found the one
It isn’t the first time either 
You trust them completely 
You tell them everything 
you would tell the one
you thought you would 
spend your life with 

Next thing you know 
everything goes to hell
in a hand basket 
Once again love slips
through your fingers
It turns out to be
all a lie once

Dissociation

I’m on autopilot.
Surrounded by an unfamiliar climate.
I’m on the outside looking in.
Looking down at blurry skin.
It’s possible I could be dead.
I'm Just a small person in my head.

Im Not Real

I’m not real,
Of course I think,
Of course I feel,
But something’s missing,
A vital part of me,
It keeps me faceless,
just part of the scenery,
A stage prop,
For everyone else’s life,
All my hopes,
all my strife,
For another’s sake,
Authentics, I’ll call them,
The world, theirs to take,
They look past,
And they look through , me,
Their own kind,
They wish to see,
I serve a purpose,
Their

Keep Believing I Am Not Real

It was all supposed to be mine.  I bowed once, but refused to do it again for the lowly stupid small ones.
 Exiled to my new land, I wandered back and forth, walking to and fro, and realized when the small ones died, they would be mine. 
Good ones, bad ones, all mine. Consolation

My Mind, My Prison

Devoid of personality
Devoid of emotion
A dark mass of confusion
A change when with him
A change when with her

Who am I? 
Why am I?
My mind is broken.
My mind is lost.
I am not my own.

Are they broken too?
I don't know who I am. 
I change when I am not alone.
I'm broken and empty when I am without. 
I

Not Real

I'm meant as her humility stone
where others see my fault
And all who come to wish me well
know I'm the one she's delt

Where all the pain I've known for her
is why I can't go on
As all the hate she's shown to me
has meant I'm left to con

When only she can say she loves;
for my heart has

He's Not Real

He's not real, that's how some people see me
Everyone's entitled to their opinions, they're free
Perhaps I don't seem real
But I just write what I feel 
Not asking for 100% approval, just 103

This Is Not Real Life

Well, here I am
On the wrong edge of paradise
Waiting to see
How my world falls apart!

Is this a dream?
How could this be real life? I’m
Spiralling out of this plain of existence!

If this is real life, why am I just a thought
In someone else’s reality I
Think about my life and I can’t distinguish
If i’m real, or if

It Was Not Real

It was so fantastic,
Moons, by the hundreds, glimmered
Stars, by the thousands, fell from their places
The air smelled of bliss
The surroundings were so peaceful
Dark, lightly windy, and facing me
Was a most calm sea
A sea in which creatures of the depths
Danced and rejoiced of their uniqueness!

I faced it all from a window, somewhere, on a dark night
I

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