Sometimes, I get sick of dreaming
Sometimes, it seems worthless, useless, clueless
An activity for lost and ignorant children
For people like lights long burnt away
Something for the door without hinges
The butterfly without wings
For the star without shine to dwell on
Sometimes, I get sick of dreaming
Sometimes, it seems like a waste of time
A waste of life, a waste of clinging hope
A desperate prayer from those with nothing
A cry for help from those with little breath
Something for the windows that shatter
The days that end
For the ones who find no love to dwell on
Sometimes, I get sick of dreaming
Of seeing how things could be for me, then
Waking up to the same old thing
But then I think, I am that door
I am that star, and all those days that end
I guess what I am trying to say is
If you're a dreamer, the dream is what you need.
Author notes
...yeah, sorry if this makes no sense whatsoever. I wrote it in Study Hall today and was kind of zoning out. Please tell me what you think. Also, this is my first poem for 2009! WOO HOO!
COMMENT!!!!!!!!
Comments
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This is good sis! I like it. And it totally makes sense to me. And I absolutely love the last stanza. "Sometimes I get sick of dreaming, Of seeing how things could be for me, then Waking up to the same old thing." That is probably my favorite part. Actually, most definitely my favorite part. Good job with this sis! And congrats on the first poem of the year. I hope there's many more to come. Love ya, sis!
♥Chelsea
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2009!!!eeeeee.....ahem. ^_^
I like it. Very....musing...wandering...tied together...that sort of thing, you know? And I like the use of 'sometimes', it makes it much more than a depression-fest, but highlights emotions that to be honest everyone has at some point. I hope the year is going very well for you (I'm sorry I have been a bit out of touch...I'm sorta working through a ton of personal issues right now that are really confusing...), and thanks so much for the origami-thingy. I do use it all the time..you chose well. ^_^
Lots of LOVE,
Maria



