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gabrielle Jan 2019
homesick for the home
that never been mine

homesick for the home
that never existed

missing you
that never been mine

you exist
but you were still not mine

you are my house i go back to
but never my home

you exist
but never was my home
" I am missing someone whom I love. I have loved someone who is my home, whereas, this home never existed. And my home that never existed, was never really mine. "

(i really have problems with repetitions)
Jupiter Jan 2019
everyone in my hometown has been rained on by the same rain i have.

everyone i went to school with has breathed the same musty air through the vents.

everyone around me has been illuminated by the same stars.

all these minute experiences that we share.

such small, subtle things that bring us together.

even when we part ways, when we're scattered across the globe, even if not a single soul i grew up with still lives in that same **** town,
we will all have felt the same rain.
we will all have breathed the same air.
we will all have seen the same sky.

and forever, the chunk of earth we have experienced will bind us together.

the rain will remind us where we were.
the air will taste as sweet as that place.
and the stars will guide us home.
where you were born is where the stars will take you, at the end of it all.
sazlianahsam Dec 2018
•Homesick.

Now I got nothing on me

You both give me to much

As univers in the sky

I know how hard to give everything

But you never stop to make sure we got it all

But how

Both are just a human like me

And how

You never complain about it

You two my superhero

My saviour

My everything

I can't reply right now for both of you

But I promise, I'll make sure you will happy

For the rest of your life

And I'll never let the pain come to you.
Homesick, far from home is painful.
Missing all
Mom & Dad, miss you two
Casey Dec 2018
Sitting here in my living room,
There is no one who means to me.
Sitting in someone's else country
Far away from home.
Christmas became just another day
Not celebrating it at all.
Trying to collect myself.
Day by day,
Trying to find a reason to breath.
Far away from home,
Trying to sleep,
But I can't
Because I miss home.
I wrote this at 2 a.m., I am far away from home, not seeing my family anytime soon. I am really sad and I want to share this with someone.
Nuna Dec 2018
Oh I was never lost
I just decided to never go home

Maybe because feeling homesick in your arms
Is better than being home

Loving may break me
But I’d rather never feel whole

If breathing was easier
Maybe then I could speak
Tell you about my dreams
And why I can’t sleep
Tina RSH Dec 2018
There was a time I wanted to go home
Rainbow acid pop in my grip
and grilled chicken in my gut
a power to pull my lips sideways
for a wistful smile.
I lie now at the base of a grave
sharing my chicken with worms
and snakes!
And snakes with their ugly fangs
rob me off my pop
and the evergreen beauty I thought infinite
Lost in my eyes
gone with my tears.
The fair land of my heart
barren of any light to harvest,
And I'm degraded through the mocking
momentum of life..
If there was any path to home at all
One to the rainwashed windows
and one to the tender fall
I would go back and stand tall.
Left to the hands of time,
Right, it is lost! There is no path at all..
Home is where you feel you belong to. Home could be a state of mind, a feeling, a person..What is your home?
دema flutter Dec 2018
So many times,
I’ve tried telling you
that I love you and that I care for you,

I need you to know that I see your intentions,
that you are indeed trying,

He does not see you for who you are,
she can not see you for who you are,
they would not see you for who you are,
if you do not acknowledge who you are,

dear self,
care for your soul, it’s been homeless too many times,
sing to your heart, it’s been homesick for some beats,
make peace with your mind, it’s the only home for your thoughts,
thoughts like this,
that have not been cared for at all
and not once filled with some love.
Ashley Moor Nov 2018
In dreams
I am the rhythm
to the dancer
underneath her skin
In dreams
I only fight
in the river of remembrance
in her breathing
In dreams
imagining my woman
nervous, scowling
reaching for my hand
In dreams
fighting to stay
in silver clouds
above this land
In dreams
reimagining oceans
beyond this land
and endless drone
In dreams
talking backwards
riding rail lines
back to my home
Homesick
Lhb Oct 2018
I keep losing things that I never had.
I feel homesick in places that feel a lot like home.
I find light in the dark spaces between stars.
The moon is screaming back all the secrets I howled.
I swear that at this moment everything feels like nothing.
And no matter how hard I pinch myself, it still feels nothing like reality.
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