This week we were tired and hot. Some of us were hungry and broke too. In all our pain we got to talking about dreams, dreams of ourselves, of others. Dreams for our future and our present. Our desires of the every day, and the desires that only surface in our …. dreams. This is our collective group poem.
I dream of being with her one day
Too shy to tell her
But I can still pause at the thought
I live a life full of shattered dreams
all I see is mysery and stress
so I keep my self high just to
avoid myself from all this mess
you are my dreams
you are my love
you were the sunshine of my life
losing you was a nightmare
and now I only see you in my dreams
you took it all, twice, no less! Casting me adrift.
Giving up on what my desires want for me.
It’s not allowed.
I had a dream of you,
brown skin and dark hair.
Now I can’t look at you
because I prefer you in my dream.
Have a nice day.
Can’t we all get along?