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Some Hope

Posted in Poems, Sad Poems with tags , , , , , , , , , on October 5, 2012 by Myra's Circle

I look at the sky and curse,

How could life be worse?

Now I know that I was hoping,

That someone I loved would be coping.

I’m smart enough, now to know,

That was some hope.

I scream at the sky and weep,

Falling into a deathly sleep,

A blessing, a secret dream,

I’m not as worthy as you seem.

Now, however, I know I’m at your throat,

And that was some hope.

Too bad dreams only harness a certain power,

Power breathed a little lower.

I run down that steep slope,

And I know that was some hope.

Dreams

Posted in Hopeful Stories, Stories, True Stories with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 19, 2012 by Myra's Circle

Dreams are funny things, they are.  They make no sense.  People say that some dreams mean something, but I don’t believe them.  Dreams don’t mean anything.  They’re just dreams.  People say that bad dreams are signs of anxiety.  I suppose they are, when they are about what is making you anxious.  My name is Clara and I guess you could classify me as a professional dreamer.  Every night I dream a different dream.  I don’t really get dreams.  I once had a dream that I was on top of the Eiffel Tower, which was swaying like a balloon man you sometimes see outside stores.  There were three chipmunks with me, but I don’t know why.  For some reason, I had sunscreen on my hands, which meant I couldn’t hold onto the tower to keep my balance.  The tower tilted rapidly and I fell and next moment I woke up in my bed.  See what I mean?  Dreams are just so unpredictable.  Another time, when I was six, I dreamt of going to a hotel, where behind some curtains there was a yeti, which I befriended.  At the time, that dream was terrifying, but as it turns out, I got the yeti from a movie.  Anyway, I just love dreams.  They make you believe anything is possible.  I wish that were true sometimes, like when you’re upset and you just want to fly away from everything.  But I don’t know where you get dreams.  Maybe more creative people dream more than others?  But I dunno.  I’m just a kid, not a professional psychologist.