Dream Poem For English

 


September 11, 2009


Pd. 8


 


The Dream Of A Teen


 


 


I dream and its what I’ve wanted my whole life


It isn’t a phase, but it’s a dream full of strife


Its a long hard road


One written in my path and code


I need it I want it I feel it


With every teeny bit


Of my heart


 


But at some points I hang back


Because not everyone makes it and they won’t choose you if you lack


Even one tiny thing


And after an audition I wait to hear that phone ring


It’s something rare


Something that is made for people who dare


To dream


 


I want to be the girl everyone admires


The one that catches and spreads like a fire


The one up on the big screen


The one that doesn’t play it but she really isn’t mean


The one with that smile to die for


The one that if you hung out with her you would never be bored


 


My dream lets me be who I want to be


And isn’t that key in all dreams?


It lets me picture myself as I want to be seen


I see bright shining lights


Screamed questions answered with but a smile


Sealed lips are the ones with the best kept secrets


 


That isn’t all there is to it though


At some points, you’ll hit a low


Maybe no one cares what you have to say


And then it becomes a rainy day


But my work will never be done


There sometimes won’t be time for any fun


But I want it so bad


And like I said, this is more then just a fad


 


When I think of dreams


I think more then just all this talk of gossip in magazines


I smell the smell of popcorn, freshly buttered


I hear the murmurs and ruffling of the theater


I see old film, delicate, flimsy but holding strong memories


I think of home


 


It won’t be all flash


Sometimes my fire will turn to smoldering ash


But I won’t care


Because once I’m in Hollywood I plan to stay there


I’ll have those nights out with friends


Because our friendship is too deep to end


Just because of new-found fame


In this crazy thing called life thats like a game


 


But even if it won’t be all flash


I think I will love walking down the red carpet


A carpet I always smile when I think of


A true  red carpet- redder then blood even- underneath feet


Why does it hold so much to me?


Because I want to walk down it


 


I want to be seen


I want to be loved


I want to be an actress


And thats all 

I really dream.This was a poem I wrote a little while ago for English class. We had to write our 'Dream Poem' about what we wanted to be when we grew up. This was mine. It wasn't exactly my best, but I think it's alright.

TashiaGirl TashiaGirl
13-15, F
Feb 25, 2010