I felt lost for awhile
In your stories
The words you wrote
Then I wrote some
And then we wrote some
And then the world
Began writing around us
I got sidetracked
Dreaming of things
Thinking of lives
Pondering events
But reality stands waiting
Impatiently sometimes
For me to wake up
I was gone a long time
Believing in things
That weren’t real
Counting on things
That disappeared
Falling in love with things
Of my imagination
It’s my made up world
A place I land when I am behind
The place I find love
When the reals smiles frown
The place I can breath
When the world drowns me
If you can’t find me
Come look in my land of make believe
HASTYWORDS 
Living in illusion that might be an alternative title for u 🙂
But, when light hits, darkness will naturally die forever 🙂
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I really liked your poem; thanks for sharing. If you have a chance check out my poetry at http://www.jackpettinato.wordpress.com.
Jack
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Best place in the world, make believe…
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Very cool love story
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Wow, I’ve read some good poetry from the blogging community today — and this is perhaps the best.
The overarching metaphor is fantastic, and there is some great ‘depth’ here — some meaning that may be easy for some readers to overlook on a first pass (and/or perhaps it spoke to me in a unique way, which good writing tends to do).
My FAVORITE aspect of this piece is the allusion to creation and co-creation! A never-ending story of reading and writing, creation breeding more creation — of thoughts cascading to words, words shaping the thoughts and words of others, an endless cycle which shapes the world (and the story) we live in. And THAT world, much like a good fiction novel, which we “authored” can be sooo easy to get lost in!!
I saw the comment regarding an alternative title being “living in illusion”. Prior to reading this piece, if I were asked which title do I like more, “living in illusion” or “living in fiction”, I may have chosen “living in illusion” (solely for how it sounds phonetically lol) — BUT — BUT — I think “Living in Fiction” IS PERFECT for this piece, as it right out of the gate (1) reinforced the metaphor a STORY, and (2) established a polarity between “fiction” and “reality” (nonfiction section) which you supported throughout the piece, especially at the end (where a smile was really a frown, where you drown in the air you breathe, etc.)….. So while both titles are solid, I think “living in fiction” BEST suits the TRUTH that you find yourself rediscovering in this piece, as you peal back the layers of fiction in the story, the world, which you co-authored with your words as you continuing living in your land of imagination.
Sorry for the long breakdown – but I do feel there is more depth to this than some readers are/will pick up on upon their first read – so I’ll consider my comment a success if even one reader reads it and then rereads your poem!! 🙂
GREAT stuff!
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You have no idea how much I loved your analysis and how right you are in everything you said. Thank you for really reading it and getting it. Hmmm you may have opened pandoras box because now I am gonna want your critique on all my other posts…lol.
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For sure – following the message then and blog now 🙂
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What if the dream and the reality… merge?
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Indeed!! Dream’s and Reality converge into (and diverge from) a singular point of creation — the creative spark from which all creation stems from, and the moment from which dreams and reality begin to differentiate and, in doing so, give one another meaning.
(sorry for the multiple comments hasty, but this topic clearly piqued my interest!)
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Reblogged this on georgeforfun.
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Wonderful piece of written work hasty, now this is the hasty i’ve known and loved……
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