My Head Lives Here

By Mia Shparaga

This book is a residence for thoughts that cannot live inside a head. The majority of the poems in this collection endeavor to articulate the often-overwhelming elusiveness of the world around us. Each piece intends to invoke an image that relates to moments in our life that we relive every now and then – flavoring our conscious with either hints of nostalgia or the essence of apprehension. Those moments that have been hidden away in our deepest memories, displaced by the bustling substance of “things that matter.” Throughout the text, there is an obvious evolution of emotional depth and complexity in my perception of the adequate words to say. Yet, the entire collection represents my current state as a new author, aspiring to emulate the effortless yet profound simplicity of words as art. As an extension of my own reality, the world inside these pages explores the extremes of emotion that are sometimes better read than felt.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Oct 31, 2019
• ISBN: 9781728333885

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Published by AuthorHouse 10/29/2019

ISBN: 978-1-7283-3389-2 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-7283-3387-8 (hc)

ISBN: 978-1-7283-3388-5 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2019917338

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Dedicated to those who see me through the pages.

Welcome to my art

An invitation to that hidden part

A glimpse at the world I see

A peak at my reality

My unraveling thread of memory

Go on,

I give you permission

This is my exhibition

Welcome to the story that these words have written

Welcome to the story that is Me.

I’m a tunnel

Underwater

Leaking from a shattered tile

That you punched last night

From anger after what I said

I have cars passing

And other cracks to fix

And the break is getting bigger

And some cars are getting wet

So, you can pick one of two roads

Either you replace that broken tile

Go to get some band-aids for your hand

Or you leave

You leave me to collapse

If I swim to the bottom of the sea