Dream A Dream // Samples

[Ashandriel]

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xxxx▶ ▷ {{ In The End --

This was an experimental poem in second person that I wrote for my creative writing class.

"would you get all dolled up for him?
you say yes,
but I don’t think you would

if he asked you,
knees weak,
hands shaking
would you say yes?
you reply, sure

and fair enough,
you would

but would you get all dolled up for him?
stop
hold your tongue
for the answer is simply' no'

you wouldn’t get all dolled up for him
because he means nothing to you"

▶ ▷ {{ Remembrance --

This was a follow-up poem to In The End, requested by several members of my creative writing class.

"It’s on the tip of your tongue,
The edge of your mind
And you’re trying —
Trying to remember

The curve of her jaw,
The shape of her smile
The way her hair falls in her face when she concentrates

But you can’t
Because it’s been too long
You’ll never remember it now

You’ll have to move on
‘Cause somehow you know
You’ll never see her again"

▶ ▷ {{ Crossroads --

This was a piece commissioned by Mevioanna.

"You stand in the middle
Rusted signposts point in every direction
You stare, but you can’t read the words
It probably wouldn’t help anyway.

To your left, a paved road
Extending into the distance
As far as your eyes can see
You figure it’s a safe bet,
This path, so straight and true

And yet, you look longingly to the right
Standing, searching for the missing piece
A growth so dense you can hardly see the way
And mountains – beautifully dangerous mountains
Inviting, calling out to you

But you turn away, staring straight ahead
You’re not sure where to go,
And there’s no one around you to turn to
You know you’re on your own with this one

Forced to stand forever at these crossroads
Doomed to make this same impossible choice again
You fall to your knees and
In the name of Heaven, Hell, and anything else you can think of
Hope that you’ve made the right one

We’re forced to stand forever at these crossroads
Doomed to make this same impossible choice again"

[Ashandriel]

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xxxx▶ ▷ {{ Wednesdays Are Magic --

This was a one-shot commissioned by a girl in my Japanese class.

It’s Monday.

On the bus:

“No. I don’t think you understand me. I don’t care. I don’t care that your seventeen cats have all died or left you. I don’t care that you’ve never been kissed, and that you only have three years left to live. You hear me? I don’t care.”

The old lady looks at me like I’ve just slapped her in the face. And, for what it’s worth, I might as well have.

In my calculus class:

“No, really. What’s the point? Why should I be wasting my precious Monday puzzling out the derivative of y = I don’t give a s**t?”

My calculus teacher just about slaps me in the face.

Waiting in the principal’s office:

The scruffy kid next to me asks, “What are you in here for?”

“What does you think? It’s a Monday.”

As if that explains it all.

The principal asks:

“Why did you do it? Is it just one of those days?”

I shrug. “Just one of those Mondays.”

It’s Tuesday.

Tuesdays aren’t even worth remembering.

It’s Wednesday.

I walk out of my house, headphones on, and I can’t help but smile.

Finally Wednesday.

I apologize to the old lady, and listen to her story. She’s just lonely, that’s all.

I think in clichés, and I have to hold myself back from running down the hallways, belting out old showtunes.
Mondays are cynical.

Everything seems prettier on Wednesdays.

Tuesdays are blue.

Nothing can stop me today.

But Wednesdays?

And already I can’t wait for next Wednesday, when I’ll see him again.

Wednesdays are magic.