"familure" poems
Lost amongst familure strangers
Holding your foreign curves
Like homeland hills
Oceans have grown between us
But luckily i can swim
And i think i know the direction
Your in
Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 5:46 PM UTC
I don't know what to do
I don't know who to be
I don't know how to tell you
That I don't know me
I'm a shape shifter
I've been this since birth
I'm a different person
Every day on this earth
I'd been someone else
For so very long
That I couldnt see myself
And everything felt wrong
Until one day
In the middle of the night
I woke to a woman
such a beautiful sight
In her eyes I saw
The perfect reflection
Of a man
With familure complexion
I know what to do
I know who be be
Because I love you
And you love me
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 2:12 PM UTC
From Pennsylvania to Oregon
Broken, painful, and haunted memories.
Shuffling through items to determine their fate.
Burning my skin, my cheeks, why did I keep those memories for this long?
A relief fills my central nervous system as I draw out the infect capsules laying waste to my body.
Sweet, romantic, and familure memories.
There is only so much space on my horseless carriage.
Juicy to the touch, on my lips and tongue like a pomegranate, leaving me wanting more.
A sorrow fills my eyes as I pour out the dried flowers petals of lost loved ones.
The essentials: blankets, clothes, pots and pans.
The heirlooms: a dish set, jewelry, a dress, a bible.
Funny, I don't even believe in God.
My most prized possessions, my letters, my journals.
To remember a time past, many other lives that I lived.
My bread crumbs to remind me where I came from and how I got here.
Precious food for my soul to help me get up and keep moving forward.
From Pennsylvania to Oregon,
~Cheers
Jan 6, 2020
Jan 6, 2020 at 1:04 PM UTC