Fantasy and Reality
(Volume 2)
Emmy Kelley
Fantasy Land
Jaymie Atkins
​
I live in two worlds.
My favorite parts of the day is when I drift away, to my fantasy land.
I can close my eyes and be happy there.
I live in a castle of dreams with my friends as kings.
Here, nothing can hurt us.
The knights are the lies we tell ourselves about the real world.
The dragon that guards the front gate is our ignorance to the facts of life,
Allowing us to stay here freely.
We hide here from the villages greatest monsters, responsibility and labor.
Anytime responsibility creeps into the castle of dreams,
the knights and dragon make it easy to ignore.
We are protected by the abundance of armor that shields us from the harshness of reality.
Stretched out dreams
Erin Buckley
​
Fantasy is dreaming of being successful
Because face the reality,
You won’t be.
All the obstacles in the way will make you fail
Because face the reality,
You will.
Fantasy is being forever happy
Because face the reality,
You won’t be.
All the people tearing you down,
Causing smiles to turn to tears,
Allows you to face the reality,
Life is a fantasy.
Emmy Kelley
The Delusion of Life
Nicole Reera
Fantasy is
Your deepest desire.
The thing
You don’t tell anyone.
The thing
You wish for with all your being.
You sit
Through life waiting, thinking, wishing, yearning.
Then one day you open your eyes
And your
Life has passed you by without you
Really noticing.
Fantasy is dreaming but never achieving.
Fantasy is...
Sean Vo
An armor we all shrink into.
The spears of reality can’t penetrate
Unless we allow it. Imagination
Burns, withers, fades, when we
Allow it.
Fantasy is...
When the armor is taken off
And reality sets in, all you see
Is stretched out dreams.
“Starry night, o so bright, take me
To my wildest dreams,” you say.
Fantasy is...
More than knights, kings, castles
And dragons. The ability to
Imagine even when things seem
Unimaginable. The north star
That guides you to your happy ending.
Jeyzon De Souza and Victor Valentim Alves
Reality
Jessica Cameron
​
Reality is a hoax
Reality is what you believe
Reality is all your hopes
Reality is all you perceive
Nothing is real, it’s all in your head
Everything you think is real, is all made up
Real is everything you dread
Real is what you put in your cup
Reality is when you struggle
Reality is your sigh
Reality is when you crumble
Reality is when you cry
Something is real when you can feel it
What is real?
Real is your wit
Real is all that you can feel
A Troop through the Jungle
Zach Franovich
​
His eyes were bloodshot, his skin had almost a whitish almost colorless cast
The trudging man seeks out his death as the days go by
His voice seemed hollow and stuffed up, nasal soundings as if he had a bad cold
The jungle seems to be an endless maze of unknown
The area was heavily mined, thick with Bouncing Betties and homemade booby traps
Wet boots and swollen feet stick to the wet, muddy ground
To the north and west the country rose up in thick walls of wilderness, triple-canopied jungle, mountains unfolding into higher mountains, and great valleys of elephant grass
The sun burns down scorching while sweat burns the eyes
The adrenaline buzz went with the job, that quick hot rush in your veins
War drags him to the very edge, and all he knows is how to survive
He took the flashlight, muttered something, and moved down to the far end of the hootch
As night falls, nightmares become reality and the silent jungle looms
The Magical Pair of eyes
Morgan Foster
​
His eyes were something different, amusing almost.
It was not blue, though but a bright glowing jungle green.
Under his watch townspeople got lost and looked like a pair of tourists.
Under certain light his eyes were almost bright red and yellow.
When he was mad you could feel his stare, thick and numbing.
He had the world, everything he ever wanted, but not love.
One Day he sees her. She seemed to flow like water.
She had his full attention, but he didn't have hers.
He takes one look at her, her eyes seemed to shine in the dark.
“Perfection” he thought. He finally found the missing puzzle piece.
He goes up to ask her out. Pushes his way through the crowds.
When he gets to her, he asks, “Come on a date with me?”
She looks at him with a complexion like strawberry ice cream.
She opens her mouth and says, “I can't. Love is weakness”
With that the girl with the beautiful eyes left.
She was part of the sea, he was part of the land.
The two were never meant to be together.
He was so sure of hiself, she was lost inside herself.
I Don’t Know
Kellie Berry
​
I don’t
know what’s real
I ask myself
that all the
time
If you asked
anyone what’s
real, maybe
they’d say
the clouds
maybe the
flowers
maybe
even
God
But I don’t
know, so
don’t ask if
you want
a straight
answer
Because I
don’t know
the answer
myself
Kaleigh MacKinnon & Krysta Doherty
Untitled
Emma Daly
​
Reality is what you make of it
Something is real if you believe it’s true
You can’t get a redo
You can only control a little bit
Nothing is real it’s all in your head
It might be real if you believe
Maybe you’ve got a trick up your sleeve
If thinking this way hurts, just go to bed
Reality is what you think you see
You have the ability to make change
It’s anything you want it to be
Reality can be arranged
Real is knowing who you are
Real is being you
Real is driving a car
If you have any clue
Sydney Ferguson
Exposition
Sean Sugrue
He who nurtures a mind closed to hope argues that reality and fantasy are separated by a definitive tangible, a solid curtain of a shade so dark it is more aligned with that of pitch than any other visible hue. He sets his concentration to that which he knows, bar a shred of doubt, to be true. His thoughts are forbidden from wandering to any world or plane other than the one they inhabit. Such a man does not look beyond or within, but rather he sees only what is forward, behind, and to either direction at his side. To him, visible reality is a singular entity, and fantasy, a mere figment of an untapped, nonexistent imagination. He is called a realist.
He who allows his mind to be left ajar understands as fact that reality and fantasy are but twins. He believes that a connection lies between the two philosophies. For him, such a connection is, in actuality, the mind of man. His thoughts are permitted, and encouraged, to wander, for if one is to fully understand that which is real, he must also be aware of that which is not. Not yet, that is. This man knows that what is fictitious can just as easily be made a reality. For him, the power to do so too lies in the mind. His vocabulary consists of the words perhaps, maybe, and most importantly, if. His essence is one of pure hope, and this is his most valuable resource. He is called a true man.
