Jealousy

Shel Silverstein "Sick"
I am insanely jealous of this mans ability to write with such emotion. He can make you see, feel, and visualize what his characters in his poems go through. And his poems are not boring there captivating. I want to read more and more of his poems. I wish I could say the same for my writing. But I never look back on them with the want or desire to read them over like Shel's. He is the diggity bombness! He is my poetry hero! I hope to be able to write like this dude someday.

Dream

I have the same dream every night. About people who cry my name. And ask for my help. But I cannot speak. And when I walk towards them they get farther away. Still crying out my name for help. I desperately want to help these people. I cannot recognize any of these people. But I get the feeling inside that they are my loved ones. And in the dream I sometimes reach them, but the ground underneath me disappears. I scream as I fall into the blackness. As I am falling I can still hear the loved ones screaming for my help. I feeling as if all hope is gone. Falling through the darkness I turn around. And I see that I am about to come face to face with the ground. But before I do I wake with a jolt in my bed. I wake up at 2:00 a.m every night. I cannot fall asleep after I have dreamt this dream. But I am also to tired to leave bed. So I try to unravel the mysteries of this dream. To this day I still don't understand it.