Sometimes it is not so good to dream

[annie_griffin]

I don't know who opened the door but everyone keeps telling me
that there is no way to close it now. It's my journey they say
and there is no going back. A man stands before me and he asks
"are you an Indian"? I look at the ground and I reach in my pocket.
I find a small piece of broken pottery among my spare change.
I tell him I don't think so and I give him this shard with a fraction of myself carved into it. This is all I got. This is all they gave me 1/16.

-annie

[ndnangel49]

Thats a really good poem, very deep, thank you for sharing it

[annie_griffin]

hopefully more tomorrow

ndnangel49,
Thanks. Maybe you'll write something when you feel like it.

-annie

[annie_griffin]

dreaming cont'd

The man hands me a card that says rejected,stamped in big black letters. I wonder what it is I have been rejected from. I keep walking. I hold my child's hand and when
I look at his face I see his brown eyes and brown hair and I know that whatever anyone may say he is whole and perfect.




-annie

[Miss C. Abitong]

wow i wish i can write stuff like that!

[annie_griffin]

writing

Miss C Abatog,
I think you could probably write something better.
It is a learned skill. If you really desire to write
you just need some time,inspiration and a little direction.


happy writing


-annie