Three Mile Island
I, in the glow of my digital altar, while you do dream intricate fables that spiral down and into fantasy; i, in the glow of my world unreal do want to reach beneath your heart and enter in to vistas brillig. oh, curse these mortal forms!
Protector of the Planet
Movie, comic, anime, or anything else mythical or unreal is in my story. i have read over 20 dragon books and a few other categories.
Stranger in the Rain: A New Place
The artificial light makes it seem unreal-which i kept trying to tell myself that it is-but him getting up and heading towards me seems so natural that i do not move.
A night at "The Beat Club."
"make a joke a and i will sigh and you will laugh and i will cry, happiness i can not feel and love to me so unreal." once again tony,geezer and bill keep the song thumping along ever so fericely.
Night thoughts - .7 - BECAUSE Y KNOT
Truth has become something numbing when spoken making me at times, jus feel unreal, in someway broken i'm slipping further into a place i avoid like the plague the solid foundations i walked on regularly are shadows of their past, just...vague...
Curse on a Deserving Land
I keep saying that like once i've posted the last of the angry, bitter, downer poems i wrote in 2020 that'll somehow undo the year, and it will drift off into unreality. i mean... here's hoping. dark clouds gather at the edge of the sky.
Unraveling This Historical Perpetual Work in Progress
Bueno the history of america is a complicated one and is fraught with so much pain it's unreal just how much of our history has been revealed to be full of strife and is bloodstained of course there are plenty who have always known
Scarfire: Paradigm Shift- Episode, 'Harvesting History', Pt. I
Zeke: only what's unreal, my darlin'. -laughs- apryl: -giggles, holds his hands, leans head into his chest- what's with the ridiculous redneck accent? zeke: i donno.
War
So unreal... but the pain has ceased to exist. the battlefield was cold, but not even my blood-soaked uniform is keeping me warm. i thougt to myself, this must be what it is like to die. the time passed slow, and i prayed for death.
Les Animaux Confeiture
Dangers so sweet that they cloy the unwary into the musky sleep of death, dangers so exotic that entice the brave into the arms of rapture, and dangers so unreal that even the anarchist priest begins to doubt his unbelief.
Clinging Onto a Hope of Happiness (Chapter Six : End)
"that was... unreal," kyler said. "i thought so, too. my name is petal, by the way. "kyler. it's a pleasure to meet you." "no, the pleasure is _all mine_, my dear umbreon," she knew fara was there, and put emphasis on those two words.
Onward to better times: Chapter 1: Aristotle wouldn't visit the lake a second time.
The broken eggs practically frying on the hot asphalt; the boy saw illusions of unreal buildings, the haze transforming the shapes into weird delusions fueled by hate, fear, despair; he was lying on the hot stone, panting. \*\*\* all shook up.