the homesick one looks up to ask
"please, when do we go back?
for tears will quickly do their task,
will carve another track"
the knowing one just turns and smiles,
explaining once again,
that back is so much more than miles,
that now has become then
the homesick one, though, doesn't hear
the answer, for the thousandth time,
she wants to turn a deafened ear
so may the truth well chime
the truth that home is far away
that there will be a thought of when,
until that longed-for summers day
when she is home again
that home forever grows
the knowing one reminds once more
as sure as anything she knows
it's right there in her core
yet homesick one still asks and calls
relentlessly for home
she feels imprisoned by the walls
she wishes she could roam
she begs and screams for unity
for just one little trace
of love, of that community
where she had found her place
the knowing ones exterior cracks
the smile cant further hold
the tears now finally run their tracks
and masks begin to fold
and suddenly they all burst out
my knowing, homesick tears
of longing and I almost shout
something to never reach their ears
I want to scream how this is wrong
that I feel empty without them
that where my love and joy will stem
is the home where I belong
I dont, of course, I never would
the knowing one reminds me soon
that home I know is just as good
and still I long for come next June
Oct 3, 2021
Oct 3, 2021 at 4:24 AM UTC
every year she comes to town
carrying nothing but thoughts
still every year they weigh her down
her tapestries of plots
so many plots,each unraveled yet tied
drawing you in with her nets
couldn't escape if you tried
she tells everything,never forgets
the faintest whisper
loud as a storm
air full of glister
as her voice grows warm
warm as the fires lit at night
to keep away the bitter cold
or hot as summers and bright
you never know what her voice'll hold
she speaks so softly
yet the pictures are clear
she tells them fondly
for everyone to hear
once you hear her stories
they'll be yours aswell
they don't fit categories
but they're yours to tell
Feb 4, 2020
Feb 4, 2020 at 5:36 PM UTC
I’m so scared of change
because what if I act wrong,
make mistakes,you think I’m strange?
What if I’m not strong?
Everything is changing,
the ground is slipping away.
Life is rearranging,
things are moving that I thought would stay.
Please promise to stay with me,
but never let me hold yoou back.
Please promise to be who you’re meant to be,
don’t let me knock you of your track.
Everything is moving,
as I know it should.
It’s growing and improving,
the future’s not stone,it’s wood.
Feb 9, 2019
Feb 9, 2019 at 5:26 PM UTC
I’m noones best friend.
I know so many people that I dearly love and consider my friends,
but there’s too many of the ones I don’t want to loose yet don’t want to bother.
They all know me,but don’t know ME.
I feel like I’m trying to keep so many doors open that I can’t enter a single one.
Even if I do,will it be the right choice?
Is there a right choice?
This is all my fault,I lost the close ones myself.
I pushed them away or let them go.
And when I fall,I'll hit the ground
they’re too far away to catch me now
Jan 19, 2019
Jan 19, 2019 at 9:24 AM UTC
sitting in the corner of a ceiling,
a little space the only thing they're stealing,
with the world around them loud with riot,
all they want is peace and quiet.
In that, they're just like me.
please leave us be.
Oct 15, 2018
Oct 15, 2018 at 12:46 AM UTC
a doctor sees me,and they say,
well, you're broken in a different way!
your eyes,your bones,your back,your head
, I wonder,how are you not dead?
so I sit here, waiting,so much pain!,
if anyone can fix
my eyes,my bones,my back,my brain,
stop them, playing painful tricks,
and fix..
fix this sick child,make her right!
hours spent in clinical light!
hours spent and money too,
just so what normal kids do,I can too
just so I can see and stand,
so I can write and and and and..
My eyes are bad,I cannot see.
My bones are broken,I can't stand.
My back is bent,I cannot feel.
My brain is sick and so am I.
I'm sick of telling you that lie,
of "I'm ok, not scraping by".
I'm sick of hearing doctors say
that I'm broken in a different way.
I know I'm broken,it's ok
,but tell me,
do I have to stay?
Oct 13, 2018
Oct 13, 2018 at 5:51 PM UTC
when,at night, the plants slowly breathe,
take every bit of my air
I think about it.
should I just leave?
would't it only be fair?
when at night the plants slowly breathe but I can't
a stone of doubt crushing my chest,
in my head I hear my brain rant:
"just leave,it's for the best"
when at night the plants slowly breathe,
sometimes I do too.
I don't yet want to leave
all it takes is a simple
"I care about you"
Oct 13, 2018
Oct 13, 2018 at 5:50 PM UTC