The Molding Clay of My Particular HumanityA Poem by Lost in WonderlandI am from ant
bites, From scraped
knees, From Sponge Bob on
the T.V. I am from teddy
bears, From night lights, And my dad singing
me to sleep.
I am from around
the world and back again- From pirates, to
princes, to fugatives- All at the edge of
my fingertips. I am from too few
concerts (But
too many dreams.) I am from dance
calls, and rehearsal halls, And constant
auditioning.
I am from Novels,
From Stories,
From Poetry. I’m from Poe, from
Clair, from Stephen King. I’m from a world
that no one can find- For sadly it
exists only in my mind.
There’s a journal-
yes journal- not diary, In it I keep
secrets Embeded
in poetry. It’s worn, and
weathered, and very well loved, And though it’s
almost full, I can’t give it up. There’s ten blank
pages- I’ve counted, I swear- And on those empty
lines, I can’t help but stare. I’m from the paper
filled with nightmares and dreams, But I wonder what
those 10 pages hold for me… © 2014 Lost in WonderlandAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on September 3, 2014 Last Updated on September 3, 2014 Tags: Autobiographical, Poetry, Dreams, Real Life AuthorLost in WonderlandWherever my books take meAboutHi I'm mickey:) Welcome to my page I've been on this sight for a couple of years now and enjoy getting my writing out there for the world to read:) I appreciate comments and will read anything you .. more..Writing
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