Here's my poem! Ugg, can school just get out already? I'm so ready for warm weather.

If you guys have suggestions for a title, I'll take them! :)

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i'm dreaming of summer- hot

days and cool

nights, sips of lime

soda in-between ball games. frayed

pink jean shorts and

flimsy flip flops, or no

shoes at all because we

like the dandelions that get stuck in

our toes. i'm dreaming

of sleeping with the windows

open- fireflies

flitting ever-so-softly inside, not

afraid of the dusty glass

mason jars that sit

by my bed. bubbles

floating up up up

to the sky, where we find our

own faces in the clouds.

i'm dreaming of a red gingham

picnic, the taste of

watermelon and Coke

from an old-fashioned bottle. i see

iridescent beetles and honeybees, i

hear frogs croak in the shallow

muddy water. i look toward the sky like

a sunflower-

summer's when i thrive, and i'm dreaming of

leaving winter behind. 

May I join this round?

May I join this round?

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i find it rather

impossible

to remember my 

dreams— no, 

there wasn’t 

a purple zebra, no— 

i don’t remember

if you were in it 

you, however

you seem 

to be able to 

recall

every detail of your 

dreams in perfect

clarity

such that i wonder

if it actually happened

to you— 

i wonder, 

was it not just a dream?

but i?

i can only remember 

the darkness, the 

warmth, the kind that comes

before the light

before the sounds, before

the consciousness— 

i can never remember my dreams. 

i only wake up. 

Dreams.

What make up dreams? 

The dreams that we follow...

The dreams that we dream,

In the dark of night.

The dreams that we seek to achieve. 

Striving to overcome the bonds

That hold us back. 

Seeking to find that which holds us back...

And break it.

Break the ties...

So that we will be free. 

So that we can look back, 

Upon what we have succeeded

And be proud.

Proud of ourselves.

Proud of our fellows. 

Proud,

That we made our dreams come true. 

And I finally join on page 7. Late, late, late, how like Rose bud :) 

This poem is partially inspired by Jeremiah 29:11 and the following verses. 

I Know the Plans I Have For You 

In dreams 

I tarry by the roadside

wander in fields 

dance when 

no one is watching 

smile and laugh

taste purity 

in everything I say

separated from 

life

by a one-way mirror

but I look out and see myself

lethargic

staring out of the window

whispering “stupid girl” 

clinging to faith 

in predestination 

waking up feels like

leaving an eternity

but really, I’m only 

leaving a cage of illusion

sometimes tears are

more freeing than smiles and laughter

because I know 

someone is watching. 

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I know it's kind of unclear what is happening, but it's basically showing that what keeps me from doubting myself isn't smiles and laughter and sweet, perfect stuff, it's the times I need to cry and pray that are really and truly freeing. Should I make that more clear????