"foreignly" poems
When I go back,
will you wrap your arms around me,
even though I smell differently,
speak foreignly, think a little too liberally,
will you, will you still love me?
When I go back,
will you re-teach me my language,
re-connect me with my roots,
re-live the years I missed, re-kindle my innocent bliss,
will you, will you still call me yours?
When I go back,
will you provide me with friends,
not “childhood friends’, but the ones
that are ready to make new memories,
and appreciate my multiple identities,
and will they, will they accept me?
When I go back,
will you guarantee me a relevant nationality,
a place I can belong, a culture I can call on,
to answer these confusions, these conundrums
these clashes of who I am and where I’ve been,
of when I changed and why I’m me,
Will you cure me, finally,
of these anxieties?
Or will I
forever be a splinter
that doesn’t quite fit in right
a thin piece in society
that jabs at its veins,
remain unwanted and, ultimately, a pain,
but can never be uprooted?
Only there,
slowly growing
insane?
Dec 8, 2016
Dec 8, 2016 at 6:08 PM UTC
I shortened my name
not out of shame
but merely to be a hero and save...
you
The embarrassment of not being able to say
and you cannot say this is not true
That when you read my name it confuses you
How the Brie is like cheese
and the Ana is pronounced foreignly
Put together
having no meaning;
To you.
But to me it's originality makes me
me
A shortened name carries a long line of pain
A name that no one can understand because it's always being changed
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 8:01 PM UTC
Hush yourself to the foreignly familiar sound
you've known your entire life --
it's the sound of nothing,
the sound of blackness.
Close your eyes,
but it's no different from when you leave them
staring into the voided eternity.
The thin hairs coating your arms
like sleeves of chain mail stand attention
as the strange chill sweeps over your body.
Darting eyes like two blue dragonflies
locked in a twisted duet
search the space just out of reach as if
looking longer or quicker may catch something
off guard.
Breath deep.
Deeper.
Take in the familiar scent of you
in the frail cocoon you've wrapped yourself in.
Struggle against it,
fall into it,
entomb yourself as a way to fight
the sudden dryness of your tongue and lips.
Lap them again as your mind wonders
to a place of blue skies and bluer seas...
and then snap back.
Something has broken the foreignly familiar sound of night
and it seems to be breathing down your neck,
shooting waves of panic and
adrenaline deep into your bones.
Aug 22, 2015
Aug 22, 2015 at 11:42 PM UTC
I raise my white flag
A signal of surrender
The confession was at first hard for me,
Too hard for me
To let go of the things
That once became my false gods.
I went in front
I left the crowd
I don't care what they may say
I don't care if they judge me
But I know, Someone is calling me.
There, I found myself
With two hands raised to Heaven
I closed my eyes
And knelt to show humility.
The Spirit break out
I can feel His presence
His power took control of me.
I speak Your name
I was shouting over and over again
I can't control the voice in me
I felt that I was tore into two
It's my voice, but it's not me.
I cried out so loud
I can't control my tongue
I heard myself uttering foreignly
As if I'm alienated with a great power.
A new song was written in my heart
And my soul sing
I felt I had just escaped the dark
I saw the Light, even if my eyes are closed
There was a bright Cross in front of me.
Jesus, You then are King!
I love You!
Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 4:56 AM UTC
gods out of the night
out of the nights unnavigable light
luding rosy from the underworld
broaching
how you push through my faces
the posings
hooking behind the dense furs
poaching out the peppish reasoning
dissolving its obstructive code
you rap me faint between the eyes
every failure drapes away
in chronicle and uttered hurt
all so familiar
seeming foreignly a warm tutting family
all volatile material is subdued
i am voidable soldier
but you hold me in keep
you are truthfully inclusive
i feel beloved in animal and otherly
pandered into the pattern
all beyond belonging
and yet traceable with my many uses
a healing visit and now to business
footage provided to make a mood-less operation
i'm kept swaddled throughout my information sift
silt is taken and exchange given
for a heady ****** charge
i've been amazed in the dreams
you provided
suspended in a solving liquor of theatre
i hope my report was a good one
i woke well rested
with a light feeling of reassignment
Mar 22, 2022
Mar 22, 2022 at 5:51 AM UTC
I've always said to myself that if you are born to be a writer,
then you cannot live without it
I unbearably with a writer's block
that spans times and feelings
that I don't always have a choice over
I stare at the blank, white screen
hoping something will finally come to me
but to no avail.
Where are the words swirling inside of my head?
Forming incoherently
resonating in my mind foreignly
I want to transcribe the words
I want my true voice to be heard
yet my fingers stay still
the pen does not lose ink
the white page on the screen stays blank
Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 9:21 AM UTC
You are the first
The first to awake me
Out of innocence and my daydreams
Foreignly reckless
Walking with a dawn I could not understand
An infinity laced to your light from which I was reluctant
And yet
I rubbed away all of the night stories
Walking drowsy and half sleeping
Smiling through the warmth of my fantasies
May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 8:56 PM UTC