BrokenButterflies
December 17th, 2011, 07:08 PM
Please be kind, but also honest. I've never tried to write poetry before, but thought I'd have a go at it :) Or you can watch the YouTube video I made for it here (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ioWPo5qH7V8).
The Things Of Dreams
When I close my eyes,
I am what ever I want to be:
I am the actress,
Kneeling by her star on the walk of fame.
The doctor standing at the podium,
Receiving a Nobel Prize for finding the cure for cancer.
I am the beautiful woman,
Striding down the runway,
Tall and thin and perfect.
The New York Times best selling writer,
Known by young girls all over the world.
I am the astronaut,
Waving goodbye to the Earth,
Surrounded by stars,
The first woman to walk on the moon.
I am the leader of the Free World,
Moving people with my words,
Bringing tears to the eye’s of those listening.
I am a falcon,
Soaring far above the peaks of the highest mountains,
Ruler of the world beneath me.
I am free…
---
But then I wake up,
And I remember,
That it was only a dream.
I do not entertain and strike awe,
I do not save lives and dance on the moon,
I can not lead and I can not fly.
When I wake up,
I am still scared and broken and empty inside.
The little girl that cries at night.
Those things,
They are the things of dreams,
And that is all they will ever be.
Dreams.
Thanks you!:flowers:
The Things Of Dreams
When I close my eyes,
I am what ever I want to be:
I am the actress,
Kneeling by her star on the walk of fame.
The doctor standing at the podium,
Receiving a Nobel Prize for finding the cure for cancer.
I am the beautiful woman,
Striding down the runway,
Tall and thin and perfect.
The New York Times best selling writer,
Known by young girls all over the world.
I am the astronaut,
Waving goodbye to the Earth,
Surrounded by stars,
The first woman to walk on the moon.
I am the leader of the Free World,
Moving people with my words,
Bringing tears to the eye’s of those listening.
I am a falcon,
Soaring far above the peaks of the highest mountains,
Ruler of the world beneath me.
I am free…
---
But then I wake up,
And I remember,
That it was only a dream.
I do not entertain and strike awe,
I do not save lives and dance on the moon,
I can not lead and I can not fly.
When I wake up,
I am still scared and broken and empty inside.
The little girl that cries at night.
Those things,
They are the things of dreams,
And that is all they will ever be.
Dreams.
Thanks you!:flowers: