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Falling (2018)

To love,
A falling cigarette

A moment taken
Gives my day texture

I was a lovely person

Plastic flowers
Are planted in the corner
Next to sand and river

A grave and a moonrise
Stand only for seconds

​​​​​         Are we still worried
                 I
Should            talk about beauty
We never learned our differences

Admit it.

We were yesterday
Taking a last second bus.

Humans (2017)

Swimming in blackness
Dreaming of madness

Hoping to be seen from a distance
     Heard
                    Loved
                                   Touched

​Leaving our mark through human existence
What is this
Vulnerability 
Of
Individual

We aren’t angels
Wannabe immortals

The dance goes on
As skies fall upon
This is all for practice 

Birds (2016)

There are birds in the sky/look at them fly/
With empty words/as if they are shy/but their tongues are tied/ 
Moving onwards as they sigh/leaving with no goodbye/ 
Wont sing the chords/as if they are on standby/but they will comply/
You might think its absurd/as you stand by/
Watching the birds in the sky/looking at them fly/

Mind Travel (2016)

mind travels
trying to unravel

the built up chaos in the head
just trying to go to bed
 
having troubles with sleeping
the demons keep on creepin
while angels keep on weeping
 
have you been here before
they keep knocking on my door
 
its good to have company
at least I have somebody

Distance (2015)

Not an Earth man
​Not even a rocket man
Nor man on the moon

Am I in space
Maybe just out of place

Not going anywhere
Still staying here

Disappearing for sometime
Days at a time

Looking at all these faces
Feels like I’m trading places.

Got to remind myself/
Who I am to myself.

Dream(s) (2015)

I cannot dream this enough.

Thinking about a fantasy, that will never become a reality
A feeling such as ecstasy, minor acts of brutality

​Thoughts in my head, that will never leave even when I go to bed
They appear in my dreams, strange as it seems, what does all this mean

Words living like ghost towns, What I really want to say, will never come out during the day

Dreams leave craving
But do I abide by wanting

Do I really want it. 
Corey Kramer 
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