My color is a puzzling one
Golden like the sun
Forged from the womb of the first civilization on
Earth
Sumerian
Between Tigris and the Euphrates
I thirst
Tag: poem
Awake
You are the puppy I’ve always wanted
You are a song with a perfect rhyme
You are made out of my imagination
You are something that I call mine
But you disappeare too soon
As I wake
Yours
Arms stretching out
Feeling the boarders of my imagination
Running my fingers on an unseen destination
How could I see things I can not imagine?
How could I become what I do not dare to be?
This box
Was not
Made
For
ME
.
.
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Found
I think
I lost you
Much too often
The thing I was meant to find
I think
I found
Much too fast
You were never meant to be left behind
My guardian angel
.
.
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Homes
I crave a world
With no boarders
Free
We were born to roam
Now
Houses boarded
Trying to feel at home
Missing
I had wandered far
And after all
I found you
The thing that was never missing
The thing I refused to see
The missing piece was just me
.
.
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Tomorrows
Enslaved
Without knowing
No shackles
But we’re not going
Here we stay
Our tomorrows
Much like today
Home| Short Poem
My road was strange
On this path, I’ve changed
The stillness within me grew
I’ll find my home again
Then I’ll trap it within
And
Never let go
.
.
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Live
He said he hated himself
Then he realized
The self he hates
And the self doing the hating
Are separate entities
So he killed what he hated
Whilst living
…
Inspired by Eckhart Tolle
Moments| Short Poem
How can the end just begin
When I was just promised a tomorrow
That day that never comes
I spend my nights begging to borrow
Another minute or two
With people much like you
People who care
About little moments like these
Stranger Paths 
