Dreams.

#1
Ears
A dream of a dream I once had.
A Month full of hopes.
Dreams. Wants. Wishes.
Pleading for an item made up of pixels
And for what
Wanting more and more of things that are generated through a computer screen.

Wishing daily and daily.

And when the time finally comes. You Wait
and wait
and wait
and wait
and alas, the dream granters enter the scene
Making you lag at the seams.
The Chat is scrolling and scrolling
You can barely blink before you miss what you wrote.


and here it comes.

The Abundance of your dreams wants and wishes being passed around to other peopl e
who arent you.
You envy them, but still hope for your own.
And then the words you dont want to hear.
''That's all for today guys.''
No. Noo
What are you doing?
Dont Go
What about my dream?
What about my wants?
What about my wishes?

Then the smoldering realization hits you.

Your dreams, wants, and wishes will not come true only by wishing
but by doing.

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And with that i bring you this horribly written poem ''Dreams'' byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

snaps for meeee
 
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KMystikroots

A demon who vaguely sauntered downwards
#2
*snaps*
 

Table

Senior Table
#3
I can sense the pain in your words. Truly echoes anguish that came bellowing from your inner organs. Homophonous as well, each line shrieks like the high notes of organ chords. Many authors pale in comparison, and have never learned to strive away from one dimensional poems. Alas, they're bound to it because they have zero emotion or drive. It's different with you. The poem is, frankly, spooky. The way you wrote it -- breathtaking.
 
#4
I can sense the pain in your words. Truly echoes anguish that came bellowing from your inner organs. Homophonous as well, each line shrieks like the high notes of organ chords. Many authors pale in comparison, and have never learned to strive away from one dimensional poems. Alas, they're bound to it because they have zero emotion or drive. It's different with you. The poem is, frankly, spooky. The way you wrote it -- breathtaking.
Oh really? i was jsut trying to make words sound fancy tbh LOL
 
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