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Imaginary friends
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Titia Geertman Member Ascendant
since 2001-05-07
Posts 5182Netherlands 
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Are words enough to tell you what I feel Sometimes I realize you are not real You're fantasy like in the dreams of sleep But you're embedded in my heart real deep You are the friend who knows of all my pain You are the one who keeps me rather sane And still I know you never will be seen By those who are surrounding me I mean You're living in my head all day and night And when I'm lonely you will hold me tight You will be there whenever I'm in need But...you're a dream, a fantasy indeed You've never let me down, as I recall Imaginary friends, we have them all Like scattered leaves...my words will flow |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Titia... yes i think we all have some sort of imaginary friend we talk to inside.. enjoyed your poem! |
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SmartChick Member Rara Avis
since 2001-09-23
Posts 7081On A Journey To The Unknown |
Hi there Titia. I really like this. |
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Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia |
Yep me too, I talk to my friends all the time it's when my friends talk back, I worry. Kethry Here in the midst of my lonely abyss, a single joy I find...your presence in my mind. Unknown |
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NewEnglandlazurlu Member Rara Avis
since 2002-01-04
Posts 7470A Mountain Paradise |
O' poo, I don't have one of these! Hmmm...I wonder if Santa will bring me one for Christmas? I loved this Titia, very creative and imaginative! Hugs, Marti Let our love circle the world and |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Titia My daughter had two imaginary friends...I always wished that they were my friends too. Loved this! |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 (smiles) Awwwwwwwwww, I love this, sweet friend, I love making imaginary friends, like I have one who is a baby bluebird who always sits on my shoulder and speaks with happiness and sympathy! (giggles) This is so adorable, sweet friend, I love it, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Titia, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..." |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
I had one, she left  |
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Titia Geertman Member Ascendant
since 2001-05-07
Posts 5182Netherlands |
Thanks for your replies. I never had an imaginary friend, but I could imagine what it would be like if I had one. Sometimes they can be of great comfort I suppose. Titia Like scattered leaves...my words will flow |
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Diane Coway Member
since 2002-08-01
Posts 61USA |
Hi Titia, I loved reading your poem, as it has put me in deep thought. Imaginary friends can be nice. I had several...but mine were me. I mean they were not imaginary. It was a long hard journey to intergrate and know who I actually am, as I got lost in a sea of multiple personalities. Now I am me...the real me. On the hard days, but not often there are two that I give permission to come and stand with me. I must be cautious when I do this, for I will not allow myself to get lost agian. Therefore, one can only stand beside me, and I must always know I am out and I know who I am. For life is too beautiful not to know who one really is...I love the real me. I love them too though, for they were my protectors. Now, I can protect me on my own terms. Take care, and enjoy. Hugs, Coway |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Titia, dear heart! When we finally do manage to get together for our chit chat vis a vis, we can introduce our imaginary friends to each other and have a wonderful tea party together! ~ warm happy holiday hugs Linda |
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Madame Chipmunk Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-05
Posts 8296Michigan |
This is such a sweet poem, Titia... I used to have an imaginary friend when I was a little girl.... and whenever my parents would find out that I got into some sort of mischief... I always blamed it on her and they thought it was so funny that they sometimes didn't even punish me for it. It was a very useful device and was probably the beginning of my poetry writing... This is the same friend that drew pictures on the walls and re-arranged my mother's pantry with all of the food in size places.... Thanks for the write  ~ imaginary chipmunk hugsLyra |
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