Paramount

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PARAMOUNT



There is something to be said About the home in which one Grows up Where their head goes from being Filled with what if’s that are slowly turned to when’s











An escape is always needed From the place we call our own In order to go back to it And understand it be known In our deepest way That thats where our memories shall stay I was charmed by my escape As much as I was my tie Rolling waves Sun shining in my eyes





Textures are a famililar language One has libraries of from youth The touch of a hand of one close to you The rug on your toes As you walk through The light hitting a sweet spot Hands through cloth and The threads you held on to







Pineapples of hospitality

So many memories seen

carved into the pinnacles

when zoomed out

of my headboard.

form a flat line

The same bed I cried into

a plateau of belief

as I heard him and my mother

beat into me by the beat

scream in the kitchen

the rhythm of the yelling

about how he should stop lying

the repeat of the lying

about the bottle and think about the kids,

But there have to be

after I ran down trying to stop them,

happy times too?

and he yelled at me

Dancing to a new tune

to go to my room

Creating the things

because I am a child

that brought my eyes up

and I dont know nothin

to the light of a new moon

This room means everything

Bonding with my brother over

and nothing

the exploration of a new fate.

Laughing with my mom

to the body I live in today Its where I ran away,

Things shared with a boy,

Planned to run away

one that never hurt me

Mustered up dreams to get away

and only brought joy

And yet in my sleep it is the room

A place to rest my head

I can walk through

books read

with my eyes closed With the the walls bare

So many thoughts

place memories

pulled taught

My mind blank for moments

that is too strong to be cut

on that thread

so far back in my mind

until all the things I though up

in places I know I am too scared

have been lived

to try and find

My standards of happiness

But in my head

finally met

Its where everything rests My feet on the floor everyday

and yes

as I would try to find a way

maybe with me

to rationalize my thoughts as truth

I will take this bed


It is when lost for touch of normal We find pain


Lines drawn





But are they ones we can walk upon


The wind was so very passionate today

I could almost feel my small floaty spirit

close to my body again,

brushing up against my skin for a brief hello,

before rocketing back up

into my ever eternal

daydreamming distanced orbit




Add books to the library again





traverse them with freinds











Thats how one begins again


Down the path to the end


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