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
If I could then I would save the world Send my heart in an envelope to that certain girl Tell her how she is my everything Live in a house with kids and wedding rings I’d be free like the ocean breeze Soar from the west coast over to the east Learn German then Chinese… Continue reading Poem: Only Human
Leaving you was like watching the sunset in the rearview -Jordan Antonacci
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
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
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?
When I awake it's blank like a white page or a clear canvas Like an empty sky a vast ocean that nothing seems to wanna float in I'm not dead Not quite alive I just feel like I've already died I have a heart that doesn't seem to work It beats to a rhythm nobody… Continue reading Poem: Like a Blank Page
Days they change to months that'll never stay Like dandelions in the wind the past just blows away Scattered All the colors of yesterday today have faded to grey I remember that place called home on the front porch I used to play There used to be such a magic to my life Like holidays… Continue reading Poem: I used to be a little boy.