Summer Arts Academy

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
I just got back from a creative writing course at Slippery Rock College. It was like a camp, but instead of doing stuff outside we had classes. Well I miss it terribly so I wrote a poem about it. =) ( Poetry was one of the classes.)

Submitted: July 21, 2008

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Submitted: July 21, 2008



It feels so distant,
A dream.

It never happened, it was just a hallucination .
Now I am crashing.

Crashing back to earth,
The adrenaline fading.

Reality comes back to the surface.
I have changed.

I see more, I know more.
I can't stop it.

I don't want to stop it,
I know what I want.

I can see the top,
The top of the mountain.

That is where I want to be,
I want to reach my goal.

I want to use what I learned,
To build and over come.

I know now,
That I have away to do that.

I have something I love.
Something that makes me, me.

I learned from the best,
While having the time of my life.

So I it can't be a dream,
There would be no justice in that.

All the justice in the world is fading, let this be real.
Please, please, please. Let me have this.

Let me remember these people.
Let me have this for eternity.

Let me have the knowledge
And the friends.

The experience, let in burn its way into my brain.
The people's voices ring through my ears.

I can't believe it's over.
I won't let reality burn all my bridges.

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