Moving
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Every year it’s the same
Pack the boxes, write your name
A different story, but the same game
I move a lot
In a new house but not my home
Unpack the hairbrush and the combo
Spiders creeping,
trains screeching,
father screaming,
children weeping.
Snowball fights
and buzzing bees,
cigarette lights
and scraped knees.
Grocery stores
Hello…
I don’t know you-- you don’t know me.
How about we bridge the gap of strangers?
I still remember the day that I had to leave it all
And move to the city where I felt so small
Blue skies turned grey but we had to stay
My family didn’t have a choice
Town houses and beaches
Spread the great reaches
of the entire world in my mind.
I could not see
Beyond the sea,
Or even three towns over.
hey you
yes you
my thumbs are just angry, i’m really sorry they have to pound your face
l i k e t h i s .
don’t let the good times
cover the bad
soak in those moments
but never feel sad
to have felt such joy
is a blessing alone
let go of that boy
put down that phone
Last day.
Big smiles, warm hugs
Laughing, refusing to cry.
The outgoing one
The funny one
The athletic one
The identity that doesn’t need an introduction.
No one told me
I was always a shy child.
I would rehearse saying my name out loud
In case my voice cracked
I would fixate on every thought every
Have you ever just laid on your backFingers in the grassAnd your heart in your ears?
A thumping song in your skull,The pulse and vibrationOf your hopes and your fears?
I dwelt in thought.
Reminiscing on the way that she made me feel.
Gradually I moved into her.
Packing light, reassuring that I'd bring the biggest piece of me.
A small Alaskan town
Enveloped in a calm, magical mist
Where everyone grew up on a steady diet of
Chocolate brown X-tra Tuffs, playing outside until dark descended, and rain that never stopped
My mentor, my dear mentor,
How terrible you have been to me,
And yet I must thank you.
It started slow and subtle this friendship strong
Quiet hellos went two years long
Yet connection was there between the heart
The new girl wore sherbert pink capris and
a matching polo shirt (despite hating girly things).
The desks were arranged into a U in the 5th grade class.
Strange plants in tiny pots lined the windowsill.
Home is where I rest
My head at night
Such a fickle word
It seems to change all the time
I’ve gotten used to
The shifting
I don't remember when I first heard the word
I don't remember when I first knew what it meant
I don't remember anyone telling me
This journey begins in the golden state,
Where waves well and traffic too turns time late,
And travels to the prideful lone star realm.
Trust me -- I am not the man at the helm.
Dear The People I Once Knew,
I remember the first day I saw you,
getting off a bus on the last day of sixth grade
You were ectatic
but I was...
Another new place;
Another new road.
Another new school;
Another new home.
Each move just the last.
Pack up your clothes;
Pack up your shoes.
Pack up your books;
On a
Loop losely based
off Kerouac and Motorcycle Maintenance,
Bums and Trains.
Yet what
most perplexes people...
Why.
Why try
so hard to go
So Far From Home.
The Answer?
Dear Washington,
I miss you
I haven’t seen you in 7 months
It’s been too long
I miss your forests
Lush and alive
More green than any place I’ve ever seen
I miss your rain
part of a new town
moving place to place
nowhere that i call home
not a single familar face
many people say " i'm home grown"
" haven't moved around at all"
well i've lived in every city
I hear the news
It's life changing fate
It brings the blues
Yet, I can not negate
To break many mends
I feel it's to soon
It's going to end,
But I may bloom
2016 was gone so fast,
I couldn't believe it was in the past.
In the beginning school had me feeling blue,
Especially because I had to stay past two.
Graduation day came and it was a big deal,
LIFE pushes you in new places
not askin you
but forcin you to partake
left my friends- the heartache
nontheless you move on
glided into junior year
studied hard with my peers
From empty streets lined with overgrown trees and shrubs
To concrete jungles and bumper to bumper traffic
From morning sunrise
To morning glare from tall glass lined buildings
I cannot grasp enough breath to express a single word from my mouth.
I can feel my heart beating like a drum with a rhyme that can’t find a pattern and I can't feel the pulse drags through my heart, body and heart again.
Each moment seemed just as unreal as the lastThings that were strange to me pastLeaves fell from the treesEyes searching each of the mysteries Just when I thought things couldn’t changeI saw the same old palm treesThe trees that make me want to l
Out of a bag,
Oh, the canvas now,
Is cracked and
As memories fade, the lining rips
And
Oh,
The stitches don’t hold
There was something about the pink walls of my childhood bedroom that I hadn't noticed until I had to bid them goodbye
The blue carpeting caught the tears that fell
And I shut the door
Hoping to delay the inevitable
My God, your steadfast love brings tears—Your plan perfection never wrong.Oh, show me how you lead my years,How broken lives express your worth.
I cannot stand still.
I could not stop if I peased to.
I'm busy, busy, busy. A little happy bee.
Musical. Soccer. Canoeing. Scouts. Chior.
Texting, facebook, instagram, snaps. Gee, no time free?
The lightning storm
The storm of frustration that comes and goes on my mind
Confusion, Isolation
This is something I long not to find
I loathe this part
I am a river
working hard
always moving
changing everything around me,
while accepting change, myself.
Sometimes I am calm
sometimes I am restless.
No matter,
for I am a river.
My family and I
Are all very close
The 7 of us
Go day by day living life
Experiencing new Georiga
And all the fun things to do
We love living here
And being together
they say change is a bad thing
I always heat "nobody likes change"
I don't find this true
I live for change
Change brings adventure and beauty and new life
Change brings new chances and adreniline
They call you over and sit you down,
“We’re moving again.”
“Again?” “Again.”
Where to this time?
Detroit? Boston? New York?
It doesn’t seem to matter,
The different cities all start to blur.
There is no way to communicate
or describe
The heart-wrenching pain
the feeling of loss and being lost
and the fear that comes
rushing back
every time
Wait it out.It will be okay.Everything's going to be fine.You'll get the hang of it.It will feel like home in no time.
Shut up.
I don't want it.
To leave everything you have known
Is simply the continuation of Life.
We live like everything is for sure,
When everything comes as a fight.
Goodbye to those I once knew,
those that will remain are a few,
for the train is reaching its destination,
and the time to descend has come.
To the passengers that have left,
you have made an impact,
She whispered so softly,"Your future is so bright,"My heart sank deep, but remained feeling light.I look her dead in the eyes and say"bright and light are the darkest things in my sight
Goodbye
Such a strange word, Goodbye
We say it all the time
But yet we think nothing of it.
Sitting with idle hands
While a busy mind sits on my shoulders
It's polarizing its thoughts
None of which being what is
All being what was and can be
Now back to the crossroad
One person.
If my words can touch one person,
Then it will be worth it.
That's what they say.
But what if I never know..
What if I never see..
What if I never hear..
How my words,
This is see you later, not goodbye.
Back then I believed my own lie.
Words of comfort, words of hope.
Then life came in and was all like, nope.
Something told me to take a walk.
I listened.
I grabbed the dog and out we went
Down to the woods where the wild things live.
A cry for help seems to come from deep inside of me. What am I supposed to do, what am I supposed to be? Time is running out and I'll be running all around. Fitting in my time before you lift up off the ground. You are leaving and not coming back,
As the world moves with me,
the rich lavish green fades into yellow.
The buildings that cover the sky,
fly right by my eyes.
Only to become of the now,
the now that inhabits my life.
Flowing through my classeswalking down the hallspeople start their laughingso I look down as I walkI pity classless filthy trashThat's just the way I feelSometimes I shatter like glass
The chair I sat on
turned into a plane
to take me far away
and the water
that splashed on my face
turned into tears
and the tears on my face
fell into my palms
and became holy water
Change changes the page
Of the story I live,
Rearranges the stage
Of the performance I give.
Swiftly sifting the sands
Of this time,
Surgically snipping the strands
Of my prime.
I was a PB&J kid.
Yes, by that I mean
that I liked peanut butter and jelly sandwiches
But I also mean that I was, and still am,
An S Personality Type.
“America”, an unspoken word,
appeared like a shadow,
only existed on the lips of foreigners.
“America” smelled of ashes
as the whisper floated from my parents room,
and the ghostly figure shrouded
As the wind whips within my face. The cold sharp agonizing pain brings memories of disgrace.
Now I am gone
My last curtain has been drawn.
Remember when you first showed up?
And were looking at my cup?
I remember.
Remember when we went to school,
War; what is it good for?
Land mines and bombs on time
P.O.W’s with their backs to the wall,
Killed them all.
Machine guns...
"Seven years," was my mantra
when I first moved.
I don't belong here, and now
it's too late to belong there
and I find these havens, in
sanctuaries and trees and basement rooms
It’s summertime and everyone’s free
Taking life easy and drinking sweet tea
Hearts being broken yeah it’s the season
Girls dropping boys for no apparent reason
Boys leaving girls
Broken Ones
You’ve been covered by black
A sadness that surrounds you
You’ve been laced in pain
You’re helpless to free yourself
You’ve been sitting in doubt
If you feel like you don’t belong
This is your year to leave the nest
Your mother cries,
Your father cries,
Wishing you all the best
This is the year you must look after your own health
Time to take the claws out and fend for yourself
Inevitable.
My fate is inevitable.
That last sweet goodbye will cling to my mind like moss to a tree for the rest of my life.
Sometimes that moss is so beautiful.
The tree's greatest quality.
As a military child, I get to see the world.
But when it's moving time again, I feel like I could hurl.
I've been to England, France, Japan - I love to travel around.
What is your favorite season?
The weather of fall is beautiful,
Glorious and bright but
Chilling and crisp.
The colors of fall are brilliant,
Red and orange and
Brown and purple.
Poetry is a wild creature. Like a bird in flight or a beast on the prowl.
It does not answer for its words. Nor does it answer the questions that we pose it.
Poetry simply becomes.
My son:
Brighter in the summertime,
but easier to lose,
as the moisture in the humid air
makes you slip through my fingers.
Such hopes I had for you
to take over the family business.
My life was perfect, my life was great
A million friends, all at my command.
I loved it, needed it, and yes I still do long for it
But if you ask me have I let go? The answer is still no.
Change, A word I hate to bear
When it pounces on my life
And runs me to despair
Relocation, An identity of mine
An overbearing type of life
When we won’t make up our mind
We can’t come to a conclusion
When I'm gone and far away
May our memories always stay
Within our minds and within our hearts
Even though we are far apart
My heart no longer smiles the way it use to
It just sits there and stifles
The feelings that it really wants to let out
It holds back and waits
Unwilling to express itself out of the anxiety
It been a while
Since I’ve seen you
A while
Since I’ve touched you
A minute
Since I’ve missed you
A day
Since I’ve needed you
Time has changed
Who we were
And has given me
Buildings rise to heaven
unconstrained
Leaving the unexplained disappearance of the sun and moon
My boots beat against the dirty, wet sidewalk after last night's rainfall.
Close your eyes
Feel the breeze
Hear the wind
In the trees
Shed a tear
Say goodbye
Life is flying
Right on by
New beginning
a fresh start
Leaving home
Breaks your heart
Urban streets, bustling with life in bright afternoons,
Become quiet and cool on cloudy days and early nights--
A barren wasteland without thrum of foot traffic
And screams of emergency sirens.
