Pixie Dust Dreams, a poem by Drem

Losing hope, Pixie Dust Dreams describes how dreams can disintegrate by the overwhelming bad thoughts, fictional or real, that flood the mind.

I wrote a beautiful poem about pixie dust when I was ten years old or so about my aunt who passed away. This is not that one.

Pixie Dust Dreams, a poem by Drem

May 25, 2015

“Any hope I have

falls away

disintegrates

resembling

the closest thing

I’ve ever seen,

for just a moment,

to pixie dust.

My hope

looks like pixie dust.

Those were

my dreams.

And now

they’re gone.

And they aren’t coming back.

For every evening,

every night

when my eyes are closed

and my mind

is wide

open

and the thoughts only I thought could imagine

flood in,

the pain comes,

my pain comes,

and my reality comes.

My future comes

to remind me

of my destined failures.

There is no scenario

where I win.

It’s a rigged

system.

There is no story line

I can conquer.

It always ends

the same

with blood

not on a carpet

but on a hard

cement floor.

I have yet to see

an alternative.

Everything blew away

as the pixie dust

took to the breeze.

Once again,

I’m trapped in me.”


7 thoughts on “Pixie Dust Dreams, a poem by Drem

  1. I liked the way you paired up the opening lines with the ending. They, within themselves can be a poem in and of itself.

    This one has a much more calm feel to it. It has the sadness but it has this stillness to it that makes it feel calm. Was that intended?

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  2. “I have yet to see
    an alternative.
    Everything blew away
    as the pixie dust
    took to the breeze.
    Once again,
    I’m trapped in me.”

    Of course, the whole poem is good, but these lines particularly resonated with me. I remember having such grand plans as a child. Then I grew up and learned that the world doesn’t care for my plans. It’s an awful lesson to learn.

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    1. I agree. Those lines I like the most myself. I’m surprised I wrote them. It was actually not quite like that in the original. I rewrote part of it, that part, for the blog and was like- this works.

      And it is an awful lesson to learn. If I get some pixie dust now, and think good thoughts, I think it might be too late for me to even go to Neverland. Are you familiar with the story of Peter Pan?

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      1. It’s my favorite story. I plan on getting a Peter Pan-themed tattoo (nothing stupid). When I was little and sick, I wanted to fly away to Neverland. Now as an adult, I want to fly away but I know of different outlets.
        It is sad now that I think about it. But, sad in a whimsical way.

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