I sort of just thought of this in the car on the way back from the orthodintist and decided it would be cool.

Dreaming of together.

they say

that there is a place,

over the rainbow,

where dreams come true.

and i wonder, if i

were to go there,

what would i dream?

what would come true?

because i have so, so many

dreams. which

would it be?

i have dreamt of flying

of soaring above the clouds,

i have dreamt of diving

so deep that no one could reach me,

i have dreamt of running

so fast and so far that no one could catch me.

i have dreamt of so, so many things.

but what i have dreamt of most,

is a family.

because i am so, so alone.

alone.

family.

alone.

family.

i cannot have both, and i only want

one.

i only want the one i don't have.

alone, alone, alone,

alone.

maybe if i repeat it enough,

it will go away, and i

won't be alone.

i dream.

i dream so hard,

of a time and a place,

that i am not alone.

I dream. 

What Does a Dog Dream?

~~~

What does a dog dream?

Does it dream of bones?

Does it dream of eating cats?

What about its daydreams?

Does it dream of finding a mate?

Does it dream of speaking?

~~~

What does a cat dream?

Does it dream of delicious fish?

Does it dream of running from dogs?

What about its daydreams?

Does it dream of endless mice?

Does it dream of being a dog?

~~~

What do I dream of?

I dream of writing.

I dream of art.

I dream of books.

I wonder.

I think.

I see.

I try to find the answer to the eternal question.

What does a dog dream? 

~~~ 

I used to dread going to sleep

because I was afraid I'd wake up on the wrong side of the universe

By day, the world a nightmare

By night, the nightmares a world

Encompassing me, a blanket of dreams

swaddled in them like a baby, I twitched

but the spiders webs didn't release me

and the waters did not recede but covered my head

I drowned.

And when I awoke I rotted into pure white bone

and my head plunged to the toilet seat as I purged

and, like the sun

I was so very alone

and in this loneliness

I perished.

Somehow the waters receded and

the pieces of the bones were picked up

and put back together.

Now I am a tap-dancing skeleton,

with seaweed through the nose sockets

and barnacles growing in my skull.

Like Lazarus, I am back from the dead but I am not sure

Am I truly awake?

Is this only a respite from the nightmare?

Oh, this day I still dread going to sleep

because I am afraid I will wake up on the wrong side of the universe. 

Can I join? If so here's my dream poem.

Daydream

Sorry, I was completely  

spaced out

in between the teacher's monologue of fractions

and exponents

and absolute values of numbers that I didn't know existed I  

slipped away 

because I was tired

and I was worried about the zillions of other things that infest my brain

so that sometimes it feels less and less like the fantastical imagination I

once had and more like a labyrinth of white noise  

where sometimes I get so lost that

sometimes all I can hear are the times I said something wrong

and all the

things

people

might

think-

But, sometimes too I step back 

and I breathe.

And I think that

Today I helped some kids at the library

And this week I was fine riding the L by myself

And today I finally got the book I've been waiting to read for forever

And I pushed away my insecurities that say I'm being selfish and ignorant and mean

because

"The only way out of the labyrinth...

is to forgive."

~End of weird depressing poem~

ARGH that was a lot. Sorry guys, emotional overload. This poem is weird and long and pretty depressing, sorry. Feel free to ignore it entirely. (By the way the L is a nickname for the elevated train in Chicago, and that last quote was from Looking for Alaska)

I'm going to skip the next round due to camp, so if someone's wondering why I disappeared, that's why.

Lovely poems, everyone! Sorry I haven't had time to comment on them all, but I'll start reading right away! We still have until next... Thursday? The 20th!

Aaaaaaand I am in the pit of poet's block again. I mean, I have some random verses but they're all pretty bad/confusing/non-poetic sooooooo....I'll just wait for the next round and try again then. 

I am so, so sorry. I kind of knew I wouldn't have the time, but I loved the theme so much, I wanted to do it. I guess everyone overestimates themself sometime, but I still feel kind of ashamed.

Sorry again! 

May I join the next round? I'll post my poem tomorrow.

Everyone's poems are so thought-inspiring!! Definitely one of the best rounds I've read yet!! Here is my entry. This was a lot harder to do than I expected, and it is not even in iambic pentameter yet. 

Dreams  

The darkest night begins to scheme

in turbid waters running deep 

a sleeping world wades into dream

reverie draws an aimless theme

makes a net of thoughts to keep

the darkest night weaves its scheme

we hold our fantasies in high esteem

taking flight before we leap 

a sleeping world wades into dream

unsuspecting of deception’s gleam

we let ourselves be taken while asleep

the darkest night completes its scheme

in blackest waters almost serene 

searching, never finding what we seek

A sleeping world wades into dream 

following passions flitting through daydreams

we take flight before we leap 

while the darkest night weaves its scheme

A sleeping world begins to dream

This was partially inspired by a simile I found a lot througout The Bible, which was "like a thief in the night." Thinking on that, I began to daydream, and this happened.