#arrivals
the smell of a hospital
disinfecting hands and
identities
placed on the counter.
a passport-size ambition
a fingerprint of luck.
you have arrived.
you are here.
you came in
a bus full of languages
funnelled into the room
'welcome to - '
lost and found
in translation.
you cannot understand
you will try
to understand.
your newness.
new you.
you are new.
you do not understand
you are here.
Aug 31, 2016
Aug 31, 2016 at 3:43 AM UTC
Our sun-kissed smiles
From the summer time
Wave goodbye, wave away
The rest of the sunshine
We accept their departures
And trudge on, to arrive
On depression's doorstep
In this sweater weather
The rain pours down
The curtains are closed
The windows steam up
Either way
We pull up our covers
Pull closer our lovers
And make our own kisses
We can make our own smiles
Sep 5, 2015
Sep 5, 2015 at 4:50 PM UTC