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Give me a piece of your soul
So I can go
Worlds away
And always keep a dream of you with me,
Whispering,
“Everything’s going to work out okay.”
—
No home can keep me safe
So I’m running
After a feeling,
nameless,
But it lights up my heart so bright
It can cast the darkest demons a dull,
Washed-out blue.
Blind them,
Make them bury
Reptilian eyes inside clawed hands,
Make them wail with burn wounds
Breaking through their scales.
I’m after that feeling,
Blindingly powerful,
I’m chasing
That nameless feeling
Of stretching out bigger than my skin,
Bigger than the bedsheets I cower under tonight,
Bigger than the sleep-deprived headache drilling behind my eyes,
Bigger than the memory-laden home terrifying me to live in.
—
Carry it all,
Carry these dreams
These memories
Yank on the lightbulb cord
And bloom the tulip’s truth,
Washed white, knife-like,
Across the bedroom
(this is who we used to be, here, in the sunlight).
Keep my forbidden wants
Rising to the heavens alive,
Welcome them whole-heartedly into eternity’s arms
(is there a place here, for me?)
Give me my soul
Aching into pieces
A respite from the war
Bombarding my safekeeping.
—
I don’t wanna go.
I want this home–
Glowing like a hearth,
Cozy with hot cocoa
And paper maps of snow forts–
To give me every hopeful freedom
I’ve ever wanted.
Give me sleeping how I need,
Give me my friends on the couch beside me
Laughing at our characters
Wild in this art
On the television screen
In our stories.
—
Carry these memories,
These dreams,
Photo-flash them into stars forever orbiting my heart.
I don’t wanna go
I still need
This haven of dreams.
Who would I be,
Without any stars in my sky
Guiding me away from the deep blue demons,
To a paradise I crave
But have never seen?
I’m running after a feeling,
fleeting,
I’m fleeing from home–
This light,
Nameless and powerful–
Please let it be enough
To save me.
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I actually wrote this poem in the state of New York–hence the title.
If you enjoyed this, I would appreciate a (New York style) pizza!
Beautiful poem home is sweet home like our paradise! We don’t. Wanna go leave it! Well shared👌😊
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Thank you! Home certainly is a place like paradise💚
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Welcome 🙂 yes it is.
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