Chloe Chapman Mar 17

I feel homesick for a place that doesn't exist.
I am homesick but I am at home.
Why am I homesick in my own home?
Where will I stop feeling homesick?
Everyone else feels safe at home.
When will I stop feeling homesick?
Do I even need a home?

Scarlet Rose Mar 5

Wherever you are
That is where I belong.

That's why when I miss you
I say I am homesick.

Home is where the heart is
Razan Qaisi Feb 28

I am homesick for the body I once used to be able to live in.
Homesick to the mind I didn’t have a problem getting lost in or sharing out loud.  
Homesick has such a bitter feeling to it, an acidic sour burning feeling in my throat
So much of me doesn’t feel like me

Birdcaller Feb 22

we talk every day
screen in hand we share the world
every detail in black and white

your voice sounds so much sweeter
when your lips are in front of me
and not the camera

i said i would stay
my promises slipped away, got lost
trickled through the cracks and left

maybe one day further along
ill get a little better at keeping
all these promises

i never wanted to leave
i did it to be free to spread my clipped wings -
but now i sit and wonder if i could have stayed
Rick Wallace Feb 21

The old yellow dog struggles to the window
His posture still majestic;

Does he dream of adventures long ago –
Of the rivers and the golden field?

The moonbeam suffers on the curtain;
Does this one cry in his heart for the joyous time

Before the city and the fences and the paved roads?

My tears betray me

My yellow lab and I both miss our home in Idaho. I sometimes believe I know what he's thinking. He's getting old. We can never go back.
aashi Jan 23

i am surrounded by warm bodies,
but i crave a loving touch.
the world is fast pacing
but i feel like i am stuck.

my stomach isn't doing well, and neither is my brain
                my heart just got up from a  grave, and oh look- it's falling again.

what do i call this state of being?
z vega Jan 17

I. '88 dakota

mondays still suck. granted i don't get up at the crack of dawn no more but around noon i always feel the need to leave the rest of the day behind me and take the big red monster out and go to the beach and contemplate my life for hours, so i'll reach into my tattered 35 year old prada bag for a lanyard that says "nirvana" on it (like the band, not the stage of buddhism), but then i remember that gas guzzler and i got 337 miles between us, no more, no less.

II. whidbey

on wednesdays i feel like i've shifted into an alternate universe where there are things other than evergreen trees and dirt roads, where the view when i look out the window is an interstate and dagger-like icicles that are as tall as me. maybe it started when they took down the texaco star in freeland and maybe it started the day i left, but i'm not sure if i can remember what home feels like anymore.

III. you

i still miss you on thursdays, sometimes saturdays. i know, i thought i woulda found someone better by now too till i realized that i'd been giving myself false hope this entire time. no one will ever be you. no one's teeth will curve the same way. no one will ever love the home teams as much as you. no one will ever smile as hard when i give them my last kit-kat in a strip mall parking lot at sunset. they drink to dak prescott and spit wintergreen griz more than you ever did. i thought i would find someone better until i walked into the coldest part of heaven with some crinkled twenty dollar bills and a carharrt jacket.

-z. vega

the title of this is written in spanish. translated to english, the title is "lucidity."
HappyHappyHappy Dec 2016

My country's split apart.
And here I am, somewhere else
Relaxing from the start.
My country's president is crazy.
She's selfish, rude and lazy
But here I am, worthless and powerless
Can't do anything for my country.
I'd like to go back there
And do something. Anything!
But I'm still young. Like a broken string.
Who can't do anything but sit and draw.
And read and write.

I really do want to go back home. I do.

This is real guys, this is real. This is me.
Kaname Shiranami Dec 2016

It's 12:35 and I'm missing you
In a way, I am missing you all the time
But it's worse here because the sky is bleached
And the heavens has no stars that shine.

This thought scares me
For there's nothing that makes me feel nearer to you,
I hope you're up still
looking at the empty sky just like I do

Chloé Meghan Oct 2016

Memories missed through winter winds
Under one sky, below two evenings
Sneak through the night and I'll make graffiti
On unwanted depression and social anxiety
colourful coats on chipped off walls
Let these art speak for me.

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