May 9, 2009
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Ideas slumber
In the strangest of places,
Under rocks
In your socks
Behind your bed
Or on your head

Or even
In that corner
That is so piled with clothes
And too many other things to count
That you cannot see the floor

That corner
Where things disappear
And never come back

The corner where nobody cares to look
That is neglected
Not recognized as part of the house

The corner
Where you one day put your socks
And the next day they were gone
And when you finally found them
They were covered
In dust bunnies

The corner where you try
To leave all your
So they will not bother you anymore

That corner
Which stares at you all day
Giving you the feeling
That someone is watching you

And maybe
Just maybe
If you clean up
Pick up those cloths
Sweep the dust
Take out the books
And whatever else there is
And look at the now shiny

You might
Just find

An Idea

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Michael T. said...
Jan. 4, 2010 at 6:40 pm
Not quite as good as your other 2 but the comparison to the corner and feelings were fantastic!
MaskedCellist This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jan. 3, 2010 at 7:29 pm
I find this very true. I get ideas in weird places. so good job!
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