Saturday, March 17, 2012


One of my favorite poems, written March 2010. I also performed this one for a poetry reading in Drama :)

 I love to go to bed in the evenings-
To close my eyes and go to sleep.
Into my thoughts, memories and wishes...
Their in my head, you know, buried deep.

Subconsiously I spin them into stories.
Stories filled with mystery-
Action and Romance
Stories that I wish would happen to me.
But they don't.
And so, I am left with my dreams
I can do whatever I want
BE whatever I want,
And no one will ever know.
I can fly and chase the clouds
I can be in the middle of a war
I can spend weeks, with him, on a desolate shore
But once I wake up?
No one knows no more.
When things go bad
I can escape
From bullies at school
To a forest landscape.

My dreams are amazing, and special, you see
Because I am with anyone
 And can do anything
But once I wake up?
No one will know what I did.
                                                  But me

There is something sad about living in a dream though, don't you think? If everything was make believe with no one real to share the experiences with...


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