Poems of a Fangirl

Artistry

"Every child is an artist. The problem is to remain an artist once she grows up." Pablo Picasso

I used to be creative.

I used to like to be.

I used to dream up worlds both real and fictional.

I used to want to.

I used to be creative.

When I was little I could control my dreams both when I was asleep and awake.

I used to be able to control a world of vibrating colours.

I used to be able to save the day.

Then came the time of reading.

I read everything, and my world changed.

From my own to the authors.

To the narrators.

To the main characters.

To the world of witchcraft, the Capitol, Camp Half-Blood, the hunger games, to Sunnydale, to the road unknown filled with demons to fight.

I once wandered across a beach, in another world.

I wandered for a long time.

People screamed after me.

"Come back."

I never heard.

From then on, I became careful.

I didn't want to be trapped in the world of my mind.

I let myself be scared of that.

I let myself be in the present.

I let myself dream of an unknown future where any of these worlds may exist.

I let it be a dream.

For when I have time.

Time to dream.

I ran out of time as I grew into a teenager.

But, I never ran out of dreams.

I never ran out.

They were just sitting there in my mind.

Waiting for the time.

The time to dream. 

***A/N***

I wrote this based on the quote at the top of this page for a journal entry for English Class. 

Also, the photo at the top is taken from QuotesCover.