I started to slip
off the edge of a cliff
and thought,
"Would I rather fall
or jump?"
So I leapt
into the air and
p
l
u
m
m
e
t
e
d
to the rocks below.
Before I hit the ground,
I began to slow
down, until I was skimming
over the earth.
I was so excited
by my flying,
that the adrenaline shook me awake.
Just before I opened by eyes,
I remember thinking,
"But to where will I fly?"
Another dream poem. You know that you're a at least a bit cynical when you even suck the fun out of your dreams :D
I like writing poetry. Not all of it is going to be a historical epic or an ode to something. These are like little glimpses of the subway in my mind; my train of thought isn't always artsy or symbolic or deep or meaningful, but I like to think that art takes ordinary things and makes people see a sort of beauty in them. So, look around- I've been doing this for a while. Enjoy ♥
1 comment:
word. my dreams always seem a bit cynical baaaahahaha
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