Tag: dreams

  • New Beginnings

    PHOTO PROMPT © David Stewart  I knew I wasn’t going to leave the moment I stepped through the front gates. My new home was every dream I ever had and every place I wanted to live. The skies were almost clear and I knew once the storm passed, I would be able to see for…

  • The Garden

    Flowers are calling  Forever singing my name  Always flowing free  Vivid gardens bloom  Splashy colors reaching up  Towards the bright blue sky  Showing me my dreams  Always teasing the future  Where I will be free  Photo by corina ardeleanu on Unsplash

  • Raining Buckets

    “The rain came down in buckets,” my cousin said dramatically as she stared out the window. “I had so much planned for today.”  “Tanning at the pool so Jeff can see you doesn’t really count as a full day,” I responded as she let out a huge sigh.  “It’s important business. Those boys…” Mariah never…

  • My Best Friend

    No one believed me when I told them the moon was my best friend.  The moon was the only one who listened, but that was also the other problem.  No one believed me when I told them the moon listened to my midnight wonderings.  My stories.  My parents were often gone and I knew I…

  • Carpe Diem

    “Please don’t even tell me to seize the day.  Carpe diem is the last thing I want to hear from you.  If that comes out of your mouth, I will leave immediately.”    I didn’t look at Mary, but I could feel her eyes boring holes into the back of my head.  I didn’t turn because…

  • Nightmares

    The dead of night was my best time.  The time I could be myself and no one would bother me.  The middle of the night was when I did my best writing and my best painting because I could zone out and not worry about whatever everyone else was thinking.  I had grown up in a…

  • The Meaning of Dreams

    “The question brought to my attention last week after our discussion last week was this.  What is the true meaning of dreams?  Is there a true meaning?  A real meaning?  Is there a right answer?  A correct answer for all dreams?”  I stared at my professor and felt my entire body completely tense.  He had asked my question,…

  • Woodland

    The fresh air calls me  Calls me back to my childhood  My youth  My freedom  The fresh air sings of change  Of a lost life  Of better days  Dreams I had forgotten and my  Voice started to come back.  I knew where to go and the   Woods knew how to get me there