Bobbe Kearns

Barbara Kearns. Ive been called Bobbe my whole life. I am taking a creative writing class at C.C.C. this webpage is for that class. I will place  a collection of poems and stories i have written periodically through the year.  Feel free to send any comments you have on any of my writting to sweetiepie_04_1999@yahoo.com

My first entry...

A day a dream, a cooling sensation going down my back. Heavey lids with ample time, A story told with no reason or ryme Memories blur, My stomach stirrs And now im holding on... Deep breath in and a slow exhale, Waiting antisipating I refuse to fail, Tears are streaming into pools of puddles and i'm still dreaming, A time a place all lost in space and the unknown An itch in the back of my brain that i can't reach, A wall thats damn near impossible to breach It's not a dream nor reality Its a process of remembering how to be Who you are remembering your past Deep breath in .. and a very slow exhale remember don't let the visions the dreams, don't let them go stale You reflextion fades but the mind goes on A day adream a Conscience sleep.