#homesick poem

[letmebite-you]

Credits @fromdarzaitoleeza on ig

[writing-corner-of-ashley]

a dull ache.

in a new foreign land

filled with chilly winds

verdant green trees

colorful and vibrant flowers

and the chirping birds

i always gawk in awe

as i gazed at nature’s beauty

waterfalls cascading in a cliff

waves clashing against the sand

and the river flowing merrily

the relaxing atmosphere

people coming home early

to spend time with family

or hang out with friends

in their comforting houses

i myself smile at this change

a new environment

flipped a new chapter

starting anew on a fresh slate

but deep in my heart

a dull ache remains. 

i would remember where i came from

a land where some of my family is

a land were friends open their arms

a land where i made memories

a land where i belong. 

a place where i connected with

smiles, laughs, and even sobs

blending in seamlessly 

without climbing a wall

nor being out of the picture. 

a place i traversed many times

knowing landmarks like the back of my hand

adventures created here and there

walking with people i value the most

cherishing in shared moment together.

where i can be who i am

with ease and without facade

where i can connect with people

that is as natural as the flowing water

and the rising sun in the horizon.

the melancholy resides within

as i try to ignore it

in this beautiful foreign land

as i keep reminding myself

that this sacrifice is worth something. 

Created by: Ashley Faustine, March 2023

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

Painting by Holly Warburton, A face in the crowd

[grendel-menz]

crying in my room rn actually .

[musings-n-museums]

i don't know which one feels more like home. (the uncertainty or the chaos)

fireworks by jaedha godwin, pinterest // split by niki // post by @haykhighland (infinite thanks for letting me use your post // special by sza // images from pinterest // post-glacial by tori mccandless // "saga (i won't forget you when i'm gone)", andrei voznesensk - translated by @metamorphesque // split by niki // image from pinterest

[soracities]

Marina Tsvetaeva, from "Homesickness", Selected Poems (trans. Elaine Feinstein, with Angela Livingstone) [ID'd]

[embeccy]

“I want to go home, I want to go home, but what I mean, what I'm grasping for, is not a place, it's a feeling.”

- Julie Buntin

[dreamer-but-realist]

[mybruisedankleneedsakiss]

Can you do a web weaving post on 'home'

as a knife

as a goodbye

as longing

as something peaceful, a resolution; final.

Home by Warsan Shire / Valeria Duca- Content for Breakfast / Home by Warsan Shire / tumblr user @katabasiss / tumblr user @honeytuesday / tumblr user @loveology2022 / Drunk Guy in Boston / End of Beginning, Djo / Class of 2013, Mitski / I'll Remember You as Red by Sophie Pearson / A House in Nebraska, Ethel Cain / Penne For Your Thoughts by Katie Butler / tumblr user @tayyaboenix / Coming Home by Mary Oliver / Little Forest(2018) dir. Yim Soon-rye / Chemtrails Over the Country Club by Lana Del Rey

[speedyphilosopherpanda]

I am but a lonely soul in search of a home that I dread to be nonexistent. 

[sunshineandrosesnoraincamemyway]

Homesick for a place I always knew was not home

Homesick for a place where I would feel alone

Homesick for a place where I could not be understood

Homesick for this place where God felt very good

Homesick for a tongue I do not yet know

Homesick for a place I cannot go

Homesick for a family not born of bone

Homesick for the land where I felt the most at home

[thisiwilldecidelater]

Ask me to return home and I wouldn't know where to go.

[writing-corner-of-ashley]

away, away

i dragged my foot onwards

despite the persistent ache

weighing down my body and heart

as my head tries to clear itself.

away, away from everything

the grass that i have long trodded on

the banana trees i could see from windows

the humidity i could feel deep within my skin.

the antique chairs that would creak

wooden cabinets and drawers with memories

green curtains and sofas that are airy

a stained kitchen with white tiles.

the smell of delicious adobo

served in generous heaps

on the table with the faded blue cloth

the smell of instant coffee in the air.

the sound of karaoke bouncing off the walls,

with shared smiles and laughters

clinking of glass with either alcohol or juice

with the crunchy sounds of chocolate or chips.

dogs barking outside for strays

and whining for our attention

adorably wagging their tails

as they savored rubs and cuddles.

the little girl on the mirror

with an innocent, wide smile

her eyes so bright, assured

being inside the familiar walls.

however…

the little girl is no more

as she walks away from the house

waving teary goodbyes on one arm

a heavy bag on another.

she, or rather, i knew

i can always return

but only after many moons

as the world beckons me.

but it hurt.

it aches so much

that my heart bleeds

as i wanted nothing more to stay

if life had been kinder.

Created by: Ashley Faustine, May 2024

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

{Quote: English literature word/ Sarah Addison Allen, The Girl Who Chased the Moon/Melissa Cox/Taylor Swift my tears ricochet/Fatimah Asghar, from “How’d Your Parents Die Again?” published in The New York Times Magazine /Clementine von Radics, Mouthful of Forevers/Richard Kadrey/morning in burned house Margaret Atwood /Maya Angelou/Abraham Verghese, Cutting for Stone paintings; pinterest }

[katerinaaqu]

Okay talking with @cjbolan and she suggested amazingly how Odysseus could have visited Athens as a young man (should I say when he returns from Mesina? Or Parnassus?) He should visit Athens given it is the city linked to his patron goddess ✨️

And now I imagine excited lad Odysseus roaming about the city of Athens (probably even wearing clothes like common folk rather than king) like a freaking religious tourist on his way to discover the city almost practically founded by his patron goddess! Maybe this is the time he genuinely speaks to her in her own temple!

Okay brainstorming ideas for random fanfictions again!

[poetrybydiya]

If you trap me in an empty room,

I could call it my home.

Take me somewhere far and beyond

Above the seven skies or below the grey ocean,

I could call it my home.

But as I lay here, in my bed

In my room that is so familiar to me,

I feel homesick.