A Dream

“All that we see or seem

Is but a dream within a dream.”

– Edgar Allen Poe, A Dream Within a Dream

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introvertIn a dark, blank space

I stand in isolation,

but never alone.

 

 

 


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Fly

girl looking out window (Fly)When I was young, I dreamed

Of soaring through the skies.

I dreamt of wings and feathers

And birds way up high.

I would sit by my window

And watch the clouds drift by.

I’d close my eyes and wonder,

And in that moment, I’d fly.


*(Note: I wrote this after an English test during the time that we weren’t allowed to do anything else. It’s one of my few short poems, but it’s also one of my favorites.)

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Flower Weeds

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The flames flicker and illuminate

three misfits

laughing under the stars.

One weaves crowns of white and green,

then adorns their heads

and declares them royalty.

 

The king comments that they’re crowned

in weeds, and the princess

who wove them

responds that they’re flowers.

They argue, joke,

and fall from their thrones

as the flames flicker on.

And when the moon lazily reaches its peak,

the queen declares them

flower weeds.

 

The princess and king happily agree

and the royals continue in peace.

For when the flames flicker and die,

they’ll go their separate ways.

The flower weeds will be cast aside,

but their crowns will forever remain.


*(Note: This whole poem is based on a real life moment just a few days earlier. I would rather not explain the symbolism because it’s difficult to explain and specific to us. Those involved will understand when they read it. For the rest of you, you don’t need to understand. It can be whatever you imagine.)

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Poetic Graduation Speech

The most meaningful video to me as I graduate…

As some of you may know from reading my past posts and/or (maybe?) my profile, I’m graduating from high school.

You might also know from my profile and past posts that this whole blog began as a semester-long assignment for my creative writing class (it will be continued, by the way).

Well, at the end of my last creative writing class, our (super-amazing-awesome) teacher played this video for us. At first, I thought it was whatever. Then, about a minute in, I was in complete awe of this guy.

Whether you’re graduating or not, check out this video. It’s a graduation speech given through spoken word poetry, and it’s the best speech ever. I am such a fan, and I honestly can’t express the extent of my emotions for this. Just watch it, and you’ll understand.

This link will take you to YouTube to watch the video (I couldn’t get the video here on my blog, sadly, so a link was the only option. Apologies).

It ends at about 5:30. After that is just a bunch of applauding.

This is just so incredibly relatable for me, and I love it so much. I wish I was good at spoken word poetry. Maybe one day…

 

 

Dear Future Me

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Dear future me,
I wonder who you’ll be.
Will you love? Will you hate?
Will you make or break?
What will you dream
when you have time to think?
What will you say
to keep you going every day?
Will you hold on
when your world goes all wrong,
or will you fall apart
and have to restart?

Dear future me,
just remember to breathe.
Let go of your anger and fear.
Remember why you’re here.
Remember what you’ve learned:
how easily the tables can turn,
how far you can fall,
the power of standing tall.
Always offer your help,
and above all else,
don’t forget to smile.
A smile can go for miles.

Dear future me,
I hope you find yourself free.
I hope you accept your past
and live life to its last.
I hope that you find joy,
whether you build or destroy.
I hope you cling to faith
and that you never hesitate.
I hope I did what was right—
that my actions are a guide.
I hope you chase your dreams.
I hope you remember me.


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My poetry belongs to me. All poems under the category “Poetry by Me” are mine. Use of my poetry without my permission is prohibited. If you wish to use any my poetry for any reason, ask me for permission first.