Friday, April 13, 2012

Lauren Grossman's Poem-A Dream

A Dream
By: Lauren Grossman

There was an alien in my bed
Right next to me-green as the color of grass
I was scared
It was just a dream

There was an old man
Picking me up from my dad, who was next to me
There was randomly a broom
The old man picked me up
It was black and white
But it was just a dream

I was in my room
It was set up of how my room use to me
A whole swarm of bugs were in my room
I was freaked out
it was just a dream

I seemed to grow older
I was in some class I never seen before
There was pudding
I stirred it, sat down
Then the cook was like ‘who did this?’
I was guilty
It was a dream

I was in a river
Some guy wanted to have sex with me.
It was dark, I didn’t know him.
It was a scary, never-forgetting dream.

Someone was creeping after me
I was nervous
I was confused
Someone looked at me, scarily
That was a dream

I had a boyfriend

He kissed my forehead
I liked him
He noticed me and I was important
But unfortunately, that was a dream

There was some kid
We met and became friends
We thought of dating
I got pushed in the snow by some 2 bullis
But that’s okay, I had a friend
Oh wait, that was a dream, as well.

Weirdos, weapons, people I never seen before
Funny, wishing it could happen, getting stung by bees
Best dreams ever, scary, omg kind of things, confused, dreams changing your mind on views of people and things in reality
Those are all dreams; some feeling like reality or stuff I wish was reality

I was shy, worried
I was not noticed, by any boy
I was taken an advantage of by friends
I was hurt, confused, sad, angry, don’t know what was going on
Everyone says “You did nothing. There’s people out there who are like that and don’t care. Friends are going to come and go.”
I think I’m a good person
Just keep getting hurt
Writing is my true friend, sad?
All this, is not a dream.

Writing Statement- I wrote this poem from my heart. It was really hard to get my feelings out there, and share it. That would me my growth in my writing. I usually write fictional or realistic fiction stories, but today, nope, a poem. I hope you really read this through, and no negative comments. I'm not the kind of person to really show my writing like this. Also, I STILL have to work on endings of stories. I have an idea for a full length one, but it's hard to do, plus I have unfinished stories. Thanks for taking the time to read this! I put my creativity, and heart in this. (Plus hard work!) Bye now! (: