My Place

My Place short poem

Uploaded by Jamin Benjamin

The tree covered path had me but the light,
Intrigued my senses so i pushed through the fright,
Crackling branches above aging before falling through,
Only one entrance, i’d prefer two.

Tilting my head i seemingly entered another time.. i saw a house far from its prime,
Sleazy while so ordinary with stains on the walls,
Present in the room i dissapear,
Full of empty area to fill,
Drapes are like adding up failures,
Decor of forgetting who is internal master,
Whistling loud the demensions are designed so poorly,
I still can save the wooden floor,
Shameless care dwindles on through wide windows,
The kitchen is rusted messy but the tabke will do as one,
Internal claims held up in court over how many trees are too many,

The internal is based on the ex.
Finish my real estate of deep thought…

Dont tire, run like youll never be caught.
I guess sleazy is generous,
This place is awful, and unique, and perfect, and bought.

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Jamin Benjamin

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Worked for Habitat for Humanity for six years in Texas and California. Went to school for Business Management and Global Business Management, having been in a management position since the age of 20.Writing and acting started in high school when took on role of Drama President at Brea-Olinda High School in Brea, CA and would write, cast, and do stage production for all types of shows from musicals, comedies, dramas, and talent shows. Started writing skits, scripts, poetry, lyrics, and more at an early age. Ultimately would like to become a screen writer, publish a few books.
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