Poetry

The Strange & Wonderful Feeling of Being Foreign

You don’t really know what’s wrong Except the pancake mix you bought doesn’t taste quite right And the pizza crust isn’t as doughy But you shrug it off But as the days go by These once perplexing details Start to grind you down And for some reason You feel angry at everyone even though they haven’t done anything wrong And…

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Poetry

The Hostel Dweller

The hostel dweller climbs up and down creaky staircases and bedsDrinks instant coffeeAnd watches people come and go The hostel dweller sleeps in a room with people from all over the world but doesn’t bother to ask where are they from anymore  The hostel dweller is used to shower flip flops and travel sized everythingincluding connections The hostel dweller doesn’t know when they’ll be back and doesn’t…

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Poetry

That Which He Has to Give to Himself

He wakes up And she’s not there I can hear his heartfelt cries in the morning And my heart aches But I know, there is nothing I can do Death is not something I can make light of What can I say? What can I do? It always feels so heavy I put my hands on his shoulder Hoping I…

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Poetry

My Mother’s Hands

My mother’s hands Are papery thin How glorious and beautiful Her veins running through them like the Nile river She tries to hide them Saying they reveal too much Yet the only thing I see Are years of tireless nights in every crack And selfless servitude in every fold The next time I hold them I’ll make sure she knows

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Poetry

Fear

A little while ago I told fear to go fuck itself I put my feet up I felt wonderful This tiny parasitic emotion Paralyzing me Controlling me Creates havoc in my soul But fear is just a monster that we create It feeds on the powers that we give it We are the ones who hand it weapons We tell it…

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Life, Poetry

My Eyes

My eyes disappear when they smile Like the crescent moon They tell the truth When my words refuse They are dark brown Like the skin of the orphans I danced with Like the muddy river of the Turkwel that I swam in They are shiny Like the glare on the windows of my plane Where the sun rises on my right…

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