Tsunami

I’m as messed up as this poem. This just might not make sense.

Home.
It’s a strange place
You never know where you’ll feel it.
Two arms and music inside a chest
Or four walls and family dinners,
spin the bottle and hopeless friends,
Or maybe just a city.
My mind is a crazy mess
My heart does not rhyme anymore
Everyone has a story
I’m living a story that
I just can’t put into words.
Nostalgia is a dirty liar.
But it’s my happy place.
You see,
When I write about love,
Words flow nonstop.
When I write about pain,
I don’t try to rhyme, it just fucking happens.

But when I write about home,
My poetry is a lost cause.
There’s a tsunami in my head.
A tsunami of words that don’t match,
And there’s no way to put them together.
I’ve been trying and trying to write
About home
About my time there
My time here
About what I’ve felt in between
But words of no purpose pop into my head
And although they can be made
Into something beautiful
Like everything can
I’m just not the one to do it.
But I so badly want to.
I want to frame sentences,
And beautiful verses,
Phrases that make sense,
Something.
But here I am,
Going on and on
Not having a clue about what I’m writing.
I’m so sorry.
I just miss home.


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29 Comments

  1. This is exactly what I have been feeling since a few days. I am dying to write something but just can’t figure out what to write. And even if I try to, I end up with something that just doesn’t please me! I am trapped within the chaotic limits of my messy mind.
    But do you realize how beautifully you’ve written this? This is awesome! Well done!

  2. It may not rhyme or make the type of beautiful verse you prefer, but this poem has its own beauty in the power of emotion that reads with reach passage. There are many poets out there who are published who write predominantly in free form like this. Keep practicing and daring to write in new ways and you might find a different of way writing that you really enjoy. :)

  3. My exact experience lately. Cobble a few things together but nothing works I haven’t been able to rhyme at all
    I can sympathize. You’ve expressed my ordeal quite wonderfully

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