Poems for Homesickness
The words burst from my mind, exploding out of me in colors bright and small.
Orange, pink, yellow and blue form the poem on the page.
I can taste each letter, each word, a delicate tango of fruits and sweets on my mind.
The smells like water. We tastes like weddings and houses.
Hope feels like christmas, dancing greens across my face.
Math makes me break out in red hot fire. That word is not welcome on my mouth.
Hateful words taste like dirt and feel like slime.
Saying them,spitting them makes me real back in terror.
I think like a whip a quick snap and here are the strawberry scented comforts of home.
Dogs smell like friends and cats make my heart swell up.
Mother smiles from the stove, she smiles the sun.
My father knows how the sun smells.
I let the slick tears fall from my eyes, they don't smell like home.
I'm back tucked into my dorm knowing the tears are welling up fast.
I turn back to my poetry home work and try to make some sense of the jumble words I had just written.
Yeah... I'm gonna be on my period soon. I'm pretty sure.
Orange, pink, yellow and blue form the poem on the page.
I can taste each letter, each word, a delicate tango of fruits and sweets on my mind.
The smells like water. We tastes like weddings and houses.
Hope feels like christmas, dancing greens across my face.
Math makes me break out in red hot fire. That word is not welcome on my mouth.
Hateful words taste like dirt and feel like slime.
Saying them,spitting them makes me real back in terror.
I think like a whip a quick snap and here are the strawberry scented comforts of home.
Dogs smell like friends and cats make my heart swell up.
Mother smiles from the stove, she smiles the sun.
My father knows how the sun smells.
I let the slick tears fall from my eyes, they don't smell like home.
I'm back tucked into my dorm knowing the tears are welling up fast.
I turn back to my poetry home work and try to make some sense of the jumble words I had just written.
Yeah... I'm gonna be on my period soon. I'm pretty sure.