So for our creative writing class we had to write several poems & I guess I can share one or two
Dreams
I wake up
The pictures rushing through my mind
Trying to put them together,
But they do not fit.
Throughout the day, memories of that night come flooding back to me
I try to explain them but I sound crazy.
I know that even if I were to explain them,
No one truly cares
Everyone pretends to listen, but in the end
They do not think twice about it
Unlike them, the dream affects ourself in a way
That could not be possible if we fully understood them
That's the mystery of dreaming
No one knows why we do it
No one knows how we do it
No one knows how to change them
They are beyond the imagination
They stretch our minds, only to have them forgotten moments later
Dreams are.
In the next poem we had to state lies about someone we cared about. Note: None of this is true.
Lies
My dad lives in an acorn
My dad speaks gibberish
My dad works at the circus
My dad tames the lions
My dad puts mayonnaise on everything
My dad wears pantyhose
My dad got kicked out of college
My dad is a crack addict
My dad went to jail
No one is exactly sure why
My dad does not own a suit
My dad watches the static on TV
My dad hates our family
My dad leaves the house at night
He sometimes does not show up for days
My dad is unstable
My dad often escapes from reality
My dad is usually in his own world
Seeing only what he wants to see
Ignoring all the problems in his life
My dad is digging his own grave
My dad does not know when to stop
My dad lives a reckless life
My dad lives in an acorn
I feel that I should add something about fashion in this blog soo.. here is a musthave that I would die for:
Alexander McQueen Knuckle Clutches <3
Till then, my fashionistas.
