ARE YOU REAL?

I see you as a person that speaks words and makes laughs. Your eyes sparkled as you laughed which made me feel like butter on the inside. Your smile was as real as my own vision of life in it's true form, the way you dressed was sexy and unbearably cute as you walked down the hall. I'm looking for someone real. Maybe you might be real or are you? I hope to myself that you weren't raised by a mother that thought she had a "My real baby" doll from off of the T.V. or kept dressing up barbie dolls for her career. I hope to myself that you are flesh and bone and not Cotton, plastic, or narrow wood. I hope to myself that the voice that you possese isn't fake like a MP3 file off of the computer. I hope that the way you walk isn't programed like a mindless robot. I hope to myself that you are real. That you won't hang me by the strings and keep me waiting for something that won't happen. Keeping me by the strings like a mindless puppet for a freak show at a carnival for everyone to see for a quarter or not even. Is the love that you possese even real or is that a fake fairy tale written by Richard Simmons who doesn't understand straight love? Is the love that you posses real enough for me to touch that makes you wish you could live forever, or wish that you were real? Can you prove to me that your a human being and not a fake doll on the shelf for a dollar twentyfive? Can you prove to me that your touch is from a pure woman and not from the Grim Reaper? Can you prove to me that your spirit is real and not wondering around hopelessly and unwillingly? Can you prove to me that your real? Tell me.

Are you real?

Wow, that's amazing! I love it. :)

I brang this poem to school today. I got alot of thumbs up. This only took me 5 minutes to write...

It's very interesting, but one question: who inspire you to write this poem?

Not bad.

I tried dating this girl I was attracted to. I tried to worm my way into her heart by using my own but she wasn't real enough to even look at the fact that the stuff I was sharing was a piece of love. So she stuck me up twice at school and never really made eye contact with me. So I wrote this poem. The best part was this was a school OP in my english class which she is in. I read it out loud and she heard it too. She had a strange attitude toward it because she knew I wrote it because of her. That is what you get for not being real.

Kind of like when keeping it real goes wrong. ;).

I look at her like a typical girl with a typical ego. They sicken me sometimes...

hahahahhaha damn wat a burn(sorry i wacth that 70's show alot so i like burn)

Nice one Fox...it's wonderful. Although, I feel bad about what happened.

Yeah, so do I.

lol Looks like Ayane has more of a chance with girls than I do. I'm happy for him on that. Him and Tomoko, good luck.^^ Me well... I'll find someone eventually. Not in Mount Vernon New York....

Perhaps he was a bit more patient...or maybe not. I'm kinda in the same boat you're in(kinda), so I guess I know how you feel, though it's more of a thing of sheer bad luck with me(dammit, girl, why do you have to be a freshman!?!?!? lol), but I've forced myself into a mindset of patience. That way I'll know the one that's meant for me when I see it. :D

But, anyway, best of luck. Don't go for the typical ones. If they don't stand out(other than visually), they aren't worth the time; take my word for it. And the poem's pretty good. I like the way you worded it. :yes:

I'm going into the brief moment of patience. It's time to use common sense.