Dreams

by Jessie   Oct 12, 2011


Running through a forest, no looking back
smelling the sweet air of autumn
close my eyes, taste the sweetness of freedom,
stopping to dance under the falling leaves

Chest is open and so are arms,
to the beautiful embrace of serenity.
fall onto the ground and into the sand
to watch a burning pink and orange sunset.

barefooted am I as I taste the salty ocean,
let the grains of life fall through my fingetips
like the hourglass of life i worry not about
as I lay my back upon the powdered snow.

creating such beauty with arms and legs,
an angel who i dream is a mirror,
alas she is a wonder to behold,
with a halo that forever outshines mine.

stick out my tongue with no regrets,
to feel the refreshing cool of a snowflake,
only to feel a burning hatred
that comes as a shock to the soul.

wake up sweating, shaking, crying
heart racing, my mind is screaming.
wishing to live in this horrible
aluring
beautiful
unreachable
nightmare

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  • 13 years ago

    by dollwithafrown

    This was so gorgeous, and perfectly encompassed what a dream really depicts: beautiful tales, mixed with confusing oppositions, and ultimately a setting that is outwith the control of the person dreaming.

    I loved the descriptions: "hourglass of life", "burning pink and orange sunset", "powdered snow".

    A really vivid piece; I also love how it started off with some of the most beautiful of settings, yet ended up being a "nightmare", or feeling like one anyway.

  • 13 years ago

    by TJ Arizona Eagle

    So many variables in this poem, very creative and original. The end was the ribbon that tied it all together. I found it very enjoyable