Hiraeth is a Welsh concept of longing for home, which can be loosely translated as 'nostalgia', or, more commonly, 'homesickness'. Many Welsh people claim 'hiraeth' is a word which cannot be translated, meaning more than solely "missing something" or "missing home."https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hiraeth 2019 Jordan Antonacci Hiraeth - A Poem I went home, butyou weren't thereI called… Continue reading Hiraeth |the home that doesn’t exist
Skin like a canvas of white Upon which, my heartbeat I'll write With the blood I bleed through our years of pain I'll take the tears that stream and use their colors to paint We're walking to the rhythm of a broken heartbeat Still we dance anyway Dancing in the rain until the floods wash… Continue reading Broken Heartbeat | Poem
2:28 AM Tues. 2/25/14 The boys mind tosses and turns like a bipolar insomniac in the middle of the night he can't decide. He can't make the decision, any decision that may aid in solidifying a personal persona Is he this, is he that? Is he nothing? Where does he want to stay who does… Continue reading Journal Entry 1: The Boy’s Mind
Hello fellow bloggers, readers:This isn't a feel good post--one which ventures out in search of likes and new followers. It's a reality post--the kind some will stop reading because it offers to shed a light onto something they've pushed to the dark. In this post, I'd like to revisit a topic that I've previously written… Continue reading Not Ready to Die
Crack the glass watch hours pass knowing damn well they're not coming back Yet here I stand in quicksand watching a broken clock that has no hands I reach out but with broken arms Wearing scars like wrist charms “Unfortunately, the clock is ticking, the hours are going by. The past increases, the future recedes.… Continue reading Broken Arms | Poem
Days they fade away into the grey but it feels so much better Light it waves goodbye into the night but it feels so much better You are back at my side This isn't life This here is so much better Within my night-like life you were the light at my side Some type of… Continue reading Into the Grey: Poem
You don't know what you've got till it's gone. Boy, oh boy... such a commonly used phrase, hm? No, actually, such an overused phrase. Right? Anyone else think it's overused? Just me? Eh. Then again, maybe it's not overused at all. If you feel like those words and the meaning behind them are repeatedly jumping… Continue reading Visits from The Ghost of Christmas Past
I'm a whisper in the wind a trickle in the sea Something that could've been a long forgotten dream I'm a blank name tag To you, another face For me, you're what I'll never have Something I'll never taste You pass by me everyday and never even glance my way In my head, a whirlwind… Continue reading Poem: Does She Know?
Looking back, what I find especially scary is that I was always one of those kids who pledged to never do any drugs. Ever. I wouldn't smoke, and certainly not pop pills. As a kid, I watched it destroy and kill my entire mom's side of the family, and there was no way I was… Continue reading My Experience with Addiction
I was 18 when I first visited California, and though I don't exactly remember my reaction to the place, I do know it was one of those rare occasions where reality turned out to be even better than the fantasy in my head. I haven't exactly traveled the world, but I've been to quite a… Continue reading What’s life like in Laguna CA?