Pieces Of Now

Pieces Of Now short poem

Uploaded by Jamin Benjamin


Ever grown in adolescence,
A convoluted leading presence,
Thoughts loom large or small,
Can this be it, can this be all?

Eyes flicker like bulbs burning,
Rarely it all fits or so I’m learning,
Consumed with madness my kindness finds,
Pieces of me left on the floor behind.

Still when prevailing I realize in the seams,
Where all I was meets what I now need,
Calm in accepting what can still be, that,
Giving up pieces doesn’t hurt my dreams.

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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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