Dreams
Eyes close.
Now I'm walking.
No, running.
No. Flying.
Flying over the world.
Flying with family, with friends.
Happy.
I wake up.
For Dad
You were there.
Always have been.
I took it for granted.
How mistaken I was, thinking for the great to never fall.
How utterly wrong I was.
You fell, to the floor and farther still.
I let you fall.
And then I jumped in after.
I fell even harder.
Losing myself in fear, pain, despair.
You saved me.
You were there.
Always have been.
It is far better to grasp the universe as it really is than to persist in delusion, however satisfying and reassuring. -Carl Sagan
Times change, worlds change, but people, people never change.
What had started as an arduous project is now one of my passions. I love to write; this is where I try to paint pictures--with words. I'm a sophomore in high school, if you're wondering.
Need to contact me for some reason? My email is dsrandhawa3244@gmail.com.
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5 comments:
I think the titles are fine Dilpreet (I almost called you Dilbert. Oops.) Dreams made me smile, I wanted it to be longer because I really liked what you were saying. The second one is great. The fact that there's alot of emotion in it makes it one of my favorite pieces of yours. Nice job and keep writing!
You do come up with some great titles for your pieces. I like Dream, and I wish all dreams were like that. I agree with Abby, there is a lot of emotion in the second one (I almost cried!).
Haha, Abby, it's okay, I even respond to Dilbert sometimes. And I have mixed feelings about the second, and there's a reason I kept the first one short. Dreams always feel like they're hours upon hours, in seconds, played in your head. I could have added more to Dreams, but I decided that that's the beauty of a dream: that it only lasts so long. That's why I didn't make it too long.
As for For Dad, I was unsure of whether I should put it onto blogger. I did anyways. There was no real harm, so there was no reason to.I wrote it after looking at a few Stephen King books that I bought in India, and read. Then I started thinking of how miserable of a time I had there, and then I realized why I was there (For Dad, see where I got the title?) and I wrote this.
I like these poems, they are inspiring and thought provoking.
i like the briefness of your poems because it always leaves me wanting more and anxious to read the next post
dreams pulls the emotion through without futile decoration and i like that, because i have so many dreams that are full of emotion and have little focus on everything else.
i dont know if you were going for the more loose ended, abstract feel in dad but it definitely makes me curious about the details of what you were describing.
keep writing!
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