by Kelsea   May 22, 2007

I am walking to New York,
When, suddenly,
Exaustion overtakes me.
As sleep grips me, a cloud absorbs me.
I awake in someone's bed,
Where a woman makes us coffee
Which morphs into a
Sour Grapefruit.
So, the two of us
Go about our day with our faces


I won a contest with this poem. It had to be 50 words or less and about dreams.


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  • 11 years ago

    by IdTakeABulletForYou

    Lol. All I have to say about that is that it's pretty funny.


    I don't really understand what it's about... is it a real dream or just made up?

    It is after all pretty creative.

    I particularly enjoyed your currect use of punctuation, capitalization, and spelling.

    Well done.
    ~Stephen White

  • 11 years ago

    by Boy

    Hmmmmm i totaly agree wiht this. that was grat work. 5/5

  • 11 years ago

    by Narphangu

    Oh, yay!

    This is like my writing style! Haha!
    [[That was my joy moment...]]
    Honestly, this is very nice. I love the abstract[ness] to it, and the title just... Well, I read it cause of the title. So there you go.
    And, don't worry if people don't get it, all that matters is what you think of it... [[And I Effin Love It!]]
    Like, omg. I feel like such a... like fan, like, freak, like, like...[[heh.]]

  • 11 years ago

    by Kaila

    It was a tad confusing
    but then good
    i don't really know what i feel about this poem
    4/4 from me

  • 11 years ago

    by Roses and lilys

    Very nice poem. I didn't really get it though. 4/5