#apad challenge

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apad challenge day 02

back to my usual free verse this time. thanks to everyone who's made this place a home for me / written to "weed & memories" by jean michael /

[02/04/2018] remind me i am home

choked throats & dry mouths bruised thighs & skinned knees ink stained skin & dark spotty scars these are the things that remind me of home,

hushed conversations & hidden rage clenched teeth & locking jaws phrases, burned into my mind forever, these are the things that remind me of home,

a horrible feeling of displacement, which starts in the gut & moves upwards, out towards the arms & ears & eyes, these are the things that remind me of home,

my mind seems to like pulling pranks on me, dropping things here & there & in between, refusing to tell me what’s happened, this is why i need things that remind me of home,

when i discovered what home meant for others it had been a long childhood of calling a house a home, and it felt nice to know that i finally belonged somewhere, this is why i smile every time you remind me i am home.

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apad challenge day 01

happy first day of national poetry month, you'all!

experimenting with new forms... still not satisfied with the 14th line but it's fine / written to "the broken hearts club" by gnash /

[01/04/2018]

i’ve been falling a little bit in love with being heartbroken, mind’s in a haze of that soft feeling of missing home, smoke filled lungs hanging onto the words left unspoken.

it is a state of being which lingers, forgotten & soft-spoken, but always present, a sort of stockholm syndrome; i’ve been falling a little bit in love with being heartbroken.

i've yet to understand what it means to live without eyes swollen with tears, forced attempts to lift the corners, left only with some smoke filled lungs hanging onto the words left unspoken.

forget what it means to take care, the time the clock has stricken, forget the soap, the light, food, water, toothpaste & comb; i’ve been falling a little bit in love with being heartbroken,

i'm bleeding out of my mind, a raging cesspool of an ocean, drowning & burning every place my mind dare roam, smoke filled lungs hanging onto the words left unspoken.

i'm tired of trying to keep my heart open, of trying to see things beyond the monochrome; i’ve been falling a little bit in love with being heartbroken, smoke filled lungs hanging onto the words left unspoken.