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  197.     

The Spotlight

The spotlight brightened as she stood on the stage. The voices, although there were only three, they spoke as if almost in unison “who are you? ” they asked her. She took a deep breath, and thought “who am I? ” Who Am I? I am a girl, I am a girl who is often afraid, but will take risks on occasion. They looked at each other with a puzzled expression upon their faces, and then spoke again. “Who do you want to be? Or what do you want to be? ” I want to be more, I want to be more than the girl next door, I don’t want to be like all the others, I want to be remembered and cherished for who I am. “What do you dream of? ” I dream of men, I dream of a big stage, I dream of walking down the street singing Broadway music, I dream of painting a masterpiece that brings a tear to the eye, I dream of a pair of arms to hold me. “What hardships have you been through” This one made her laugh, I’ve watched my father walk out and not return, I’ve seen a girl in a mirror, who I didn’t recognize, I’ve been ditched by my two best friends for a year. I lost the first boy I thought I loved. “What do you fear? ” I fear I’m easily forgotten, I fear that I’m going to lose myself, I fear a lot, I hide in my fear, and I let it. Why so many questions? In all respect what right do you have to question me? Who are you to ask me who I am, what I want to be, what I’ve been through what I fear. I am who I am, what I want to be is a person worth knowing, what I’ve been through is nothing compared to what I haven’t lived yet. What I fear is endless, but is fear worth not trying? I’ll tell you, my future is uncertain, my book yet to be written.
 
Alyssa Lynn

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  198.     

Death Of A Dream

Dreams do not turn to dust. They simply disperse away from you, for as you are in pursuit of those dreams they seem to never come through. You try and try to but things would not say, and as you think about life, you realize how karma's a witch, and prays she stays out of your way. I try to stay way from you karma because my God is all I need, to stay focus on my dreams, and finally succeed.

I can handle the stress of trying to succeed, for my God I feel as though this is my plead, to accomplish something that I can calm as mine, so now, but eternal, that last from the end of time.

Oh lord I need help with my dreams, for with such things nothing is as it seems. Things can be hard, things may be tough, but things are never as rough as the failure of a chased dream. Oh Lord support me at my time of need because my opportunity comes as though it was a stream, because Lord I need your help so this won't be a death of a dream.
 
Augustus Gatlin

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Do Blind Men Dream?

So tell me father, do blind men dream?
Often I have wounded myself with falsified hope in an attempt to justify our connect, but you cannot see that. Seldom are the times you remember that I was just a child, seldom are the times you took pride in me, instead you chose to see me as an enemy with love for his mother... so father, do blind men dream?
They say our dreams are but a manifestation of what we see, so the content of the dream is chained to the perspective or lens we choose to use, but alas, how can I be in your dreams if you refuse to see me, not to view me physically, no, but to see me for who I am... so father, do blind men dream?
 
Mehdi Chith

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They Don'T Know Me

Day turns into life and life turns into something more than I could ever dream good thing I don't dream now there is nothing to compare life is like the seasons always changing and sweeping me off my feet to taken to stand on my own life threw me into the air no time to breath I am going in head first no time to think cause you are ahead of me no time to look back 'cause life is ahead life it takes me places that I only wish to go in my dreams I am taken there to those hidden places of pure joy where love and life coincide and all my dreams come true to bad that I don't dream... to often 'cause then maybe life would make more sense senses reeling from time and place smells and memories smothering me still confused from the last time I checked my heart rate around you why was I happy with you by my side but happy to see you standing with well you know the other one they say that love conquers all I guess that I can believe that I mean love conquered me some time ago LOVE died for me so I guess that I can sacrifice my love for you to be happy if that is what you want these disjointed thoughts in my head make less and less sense as the paper fills the space in my brain so confused so muddled and blurry like the windshield during a rainstorm do you understand where I am coming from or should I spell it out for you well I am coming from that state on that continent somewhere on the earth I am speaking to the love I have given to you that you have not returned I am spouting random facts that don't even make sense to me but dreams are what I know even though they don't know me.
 
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