I've been a thousand places I don't know where I'm going It's hard to find a place to call home Every demon, every ghost from your pastAnd every memory you've held backFollows you home
Oh, home, let me come home Home is wherever I'm with you I'll go wherever you will go
And it don't look like I'll ever stop my wandering I've been down every road Felt the sun, I've felt the cold
This is a cut poem for the volume Lyrical Recycling, a cut poetry volume.
Bohemian Songs : battle born by five finger death punch, nobody drinks alone by Keith Urban, Home by Edward Sharpe and the magnetic zeros, wandering by James Taylor, Home is You by Rozes, wherever you will go by the calling
Doing the poetry marathon has me at the point where I’m needing to pick the next volume. I usually ask here and on Facebook for opinions as to what I should do next.
I actually waited longer than I usually do. Lost Notes is completely written and scheduled for release. I usually ask 5 or 6 poems from being done. Help me to choose the next volume?
Lost memories seem to weave the idea of grief into daily life, speeding the thoughts through the loom making the blanket of heaviness to weigh on the mind.
Perhaps forgetting is better, a feather instead of stone... the moment left alone when the weight is less on the shoulders than Atlas knows.
The words that drip from your tongue burn deeply into the soul, Caustic like the acid, Perhaps I am lost in a fog of the brain melted by what you had to say...
I stand here broken, wondering if I have made many the wrong choice, Walking through the acid rain... for someone who will never see the damage inflicted. For the one who will always cause me pain.
Pattimouse 