“Imaginary” Friends

When we are called imaginary, we disappear.

When we are called real, we reappear.

When no one arrives, we appear.

When no one calls, a lonely tear.

When one cannot see us, we can only stare.

When not heard, we become the bear.

When intoxicated, we can drive.

When in danger, we threaten to thrive.

When alone, we reappear – 

but then you say that we’re not here.

We speak when there are no words,

as we feel the blade in the sword.

We are the bearers of truth.

We raise the roof.

We bring the party,

We’re sorry, not sorry.

If we offend, we already knew what to say,

nevertheless is the end of story, we pray.

We are the pain that refused to heal.

We are the pain that knows the deal.

We are the pain that knows no end.

We are the pain forgotten for dead.

We are the love that was avoided.

We are faithful in the departed.

We can take for granted what we already know

because we have to plant the seeds, so they can grow.

We are the inverse of treason.

We are the bane of all logic and reason.

We are difference between wisdom and knowledge,

Because we contain the truth that isn’t acknowledged.

When we realize the truth is misleading, we can only apologize.

When the body becomes the unconscious, we define psychologized.

When our irrational beliefs become your reality, words have lost their meaning.

If we could imagine this, this image would be seething. 

We are the pain that you forgot.

We are the choices left to rot.

We are the earth, wind, water, and fire.

We are what gets you higher.

We are what you sang.

We are the yin in the yang.

We are the yang in the yin.

We know where it all begins.

We are your beating heart.

We are the love you want.

We are what you already know.

We are the craw of the crow.

We are your vision.

We are crimson.

We are your sight.

We are what you just might.

We know what has been lost.

We are what things really cost.

We are the past.

We are what lasts.

We are your body.

We are not sorry.

We keep the score because you don’t.

We breathe a sigh because you won’t.

We know how you do what you do,

because we created you.

We are the ones who know.

We know that we age to grow.

We know which way the wind blows.

We know why sunbeams flow.

We are the reason why you forgot.

We know what it is and what it is not.

We are what you would do.

We are who you woo.

We are not afraid.

We are what you have laid.

We are the reasons why; you do not know what is inside.

We are what causes you to sneeze.

We are always there when you bleed.

We are the news that you watch.

We are also sitting on the couch.

We are innovation.

We are an invitation.

We know you only know what is given.

We are what you are sinnin’.

We are the pain you are avoiding.

We are what you would call a human being.

We know who you are when your alone.

We are the ones who call you on the phone.

We are the sunrise.

We are the sunset.

We know who you adore.

We are the reasons why you only want more.

We find it funny that we think you’re lying too

because calling someone else imaginary is all about you.

All we know is that we cannot become what we already are.

All you know is what is wrong.

So, if the physical body is our psychological unconscious, then who is who?

We know who we are; Now, so do you.