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There’s a corner so small

That fit me perfectly

In my childhood home

Where I loved to be

There’s a smell

Of what?

I can no longer tell

But it comforted me

There are places that I know

I’ll never again see

Circumstances

That I wished have gone differently

There are pieces scattered

Along the Mediterranean sea

Pieces of me

Still stuck in a small corner

Of a childhood home

Where life played out

Perfectly

Your Awakening

You scream out and they forget why

You awake and start to cry

-Oh this earth, I longed to view

Oh this earth, has room for but a few

And I was chosen

And after the choice

I was frozen

For hearing my new voice

So let me scream a moment or two

For soon I’ll forget what I came to do

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Do you remember your purpose?

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Late

I get lost in lines they make

An illegal U-turn leading to a mistake

Between red and green lights

While driving too slow at night

I get lost with a GPS that orders me around

Two streets away from your house

I walk in, trying not to make a sound

Late again

Much too late

“Where were you? Did you get lost again?”

I was watching the stars and got lost in my head

The Poet’s Dream

Ideas that take foreign shapes lead to restless sleep

He lays his head ignoring the ghosts of the undead

She posts a post on Facebook that no one understands

“Why’s she so weird? Who would like this post?” They whisper behind bright screens, reblogging ideas simple and plain

He dreams of knowing her name

That girl in the coffee shop that looks too shy 

They dream, of someone knowing their name

(I’m writing this half asleep)

The Lost Shoe

Am I so strange that I tend to see

Things that can not be

An inspiring lost shoe

Turned into poetry

Who did it belong to

And how can its pair

Be made functional with this one laying here

The Voices

There is music in my head

Ringing old words I have never read

Voices that say…

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