~Poetry is NOT dead!~
~Poetry is for everyone!~
~Happy Poetry!~
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Hello, My Poetry and Writing Friends! How are you doing? I hope you are well! Thank you for visiting my poetry and writing blog. I appreciate you being here. 🙂
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Today’s poem is about being uncomfortable and wanting to go home. There’s more to it, but I will let you see for yourself…
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~Happy Poetry!~
I Think It’s Time To Go Back Home
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whatever you touch turns to silver
you feast upon gold when your eyes are closed
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you really seem to be quite peculiar
with your flashy red and white coat
and your little retro plaid hat
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and I don’t know if you should be here
I don’t know if it’s even appropriate right now
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for I am not in your class
and I am usually half-trashed
on the expensive perfume
you walk into the room with
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it’s difficult to focus on your words
as I watch your mouth moving
trying to figure out the meaning
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I try to respond at the right moment and right time
adding nods, a few flashes of eyes and half smiles
until I can get a reprieve from your judgement and thoughts
that I think I might have made up
but realities are meshing now
it’s hard to get past the plastic
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I try to forget the critical stares
and people commenting
on how strange I walk
or in the way, I exist at all
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I see you retreat to the corner
as you try to make like-minded friends
and as you all admire each other
for your fashionable hairdos and expensive trends
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I breathe a sigh of relief
go to the corner and try not to be seen
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I realize how uncomfortable I am
when I am surrounded by materialism
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I think it’s time to go back home
I’d rather be alone than witnessing
this waste and carelessness
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~Poetry is NOT dead!~
Does materialism make you uncomfortable? I have trouble seeing the rich wasting their money on extravagance while the poor suffer and are hungry.
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I remember a few years ago when I went a little crazy. I wanted to sell my stuff and give the money to the poor. I encouraged others to give to the poor, and I got met with a bunch of F-bombs and harassment by strangers online. I was kind of surprised.
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When my craziness subsided, I realized that I was living below the poverty level myself and that I needed to be careful what I was giving away.
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I am not very attached to many things, and I know I could live without the things I am attached to. I don’t want to be too attached to something when it could be gone instantly, just like when my house burned down.
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I know what it’s like to lose most of your belongings. It’s not fun, but it is also liberating. At the time, it didn’t feel liberating. It made me speak in jibberish, I was in such shock, but after the reality hit me, I started to let go of my stuff. I had to because my stuff didn’t exist anymore except in my mind.
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If you can relate, then know that I feel your pain, but also remember that it’s all just stuff, and we can live without it. It hurts at first, but the hurt fades, and we can learn to be happier with less stuff. 🙂
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~Thanks for reading, and until next time, stay safe, and be blessed!~ 🙂
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