Short Miscued Poems

Running down a starlit path,
trying to escape this earth's bound wrath.
Searching for something bright and new,
something fresh.. maybe you.
I search myself for something true, 
only to find myself often miscued. 
Tell me no secrets, and I will admit my lies,
The truth will be found in all who despise....

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Letters were mad hat interlopers
I cannot decipher them
Eeties at Hoppies
was my diction for
Sweets at Shops
when i was four
Its hard being a dyslexic
Oh boy I feel so out of it
with my younger sisters
picking it up so easily
I eagerly learnt new words by sound alone
but sometimes I miscued
I felt half baked
but my love of History became my bastion
Orally laid down by my Father
I had something to boast
to my peers about
...

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