Wish on Crickets

Wish on Crickets

A Poem by sara

Futility of dreaming and yet I still do it. All the time.


Jiminy Cricket is sitting on my bed

Erect, good posture, Mr. Cricket sir

Something I can admire

Seeing as I am curled up trying to avoid getting near

His contagious hope

His festering dreams

Of magical days

Where wood can become man

Bull s**t

Of blue fairies granting the wishes

Of those that deserve

Bull s**t.

Those that desire

The richness of dreams

The creaminess of hope

End up curled in bed

WIth Jiminy Cricket

Haunting them

Tauthing them
To dream once more

Then to languish


At the failure.



© 2010 sara

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Added on February 5, 2010
Last Updated on February 5, 2010



clifton, NJ

right these mini bio things always come out awkward on my end so lets get it over with im sara, almost 17 and a highschool senior i love escaping into a good book (or even a semi good book) running .. more..

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