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Fortune Cookie Dreams This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

Roshni S., Plainview, NY By roshnisethi, Plainview, NY

Sometimes I take my life and mold it,
shape it like old, cracked Play-Doh,
trying to fit it into the clandestine reams of paper
that hide in fortune cookies.
I am dying to make those sweet-talking slips,
enticing with their idealism,
ring true,
if only so I know
that I am not falling through the fingertips of fate,
unabashedly sifted aside like the grains of sand
in life's hourglass.
I just want to believe that
someone, somewhere out there
knows my story,
how my life is going to play out:
maybe like a horror movie or a soap opera
or with the urgency of an old black-and-white newsreel
on those little paper slips.

I want those faded, blue-inked words,

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4 comment(s)
LovelyPuffin
Amazing! I love this poem so much. The words flow so freely and gracefully. I could read it a million times and never get sick of it. Great job :) 
Oct. 29, 2013 at 11:58 AM • Report
theramblingpoet
Thank you soo much I really appreciate it!!
Jan. 05, 2014 at 2:55 AM • Report
KatsK
I really like this. I like how you took a different perspective, and I really enjoyed your imagery. I think this is a really cool poem.
Mar. 22, 2013 at 4:09 PM • Report
theramblingpoet
Thank you so much!!!
Jan. 05, 2014 at 2:55 AM • Report
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