Blogging, Writing

When you feel like you don’t fit in with your Family

Disclaimer: Let me start this post off by saying that this is NOT me trying to bash my family. I am not pointing fingers, nor am I blaming anyone for the way I feel. If there’s anyone to blame, it’s myself. My insecurities, my mind, my problem. With that said, let’s begin. Whenever I write… Continue reading When you feel like you don’t fit in with your Family

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Blogging, poetry

Hiraeth |the home that doesn’t exist

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

Blogging

I’m Coming Home//Learning to Swim

I've always chosen to be alone. In a previous post I wrote called, “Don’t you get lonely?”, I touched up on why I'm such a private and keeps-to-himself type of guy. When I was 18, my family moved to California due to my dad's work. I chose to stay by myself in a place I hated at… Continue reading I’m Coming Home//Learning to Swim

Blogging, poetry

California Dreamin’

I wanna be in the suburban California streets White sands of the beach submerging my feet A splash of salt from the sea caught in an ever so gentle breeze Said I wanna be in Cali where it's always 75 degrees Beneath towering palm trees that always seem to be waving as if to say… Continue reading California Dreamin’

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Someone Take Me Home

Home is where the heart is. My home--my family--is my everything. Really, it's funny I say that, because anytime I decide to move, I purposely make the decision to stay living halfway across the US from where my family is. Honestly, I just think there's more I need to learn on my own, and that's… Continue reading Someone Take Me Home

Blogging, poetry

My Family, My Home

There's only one place where I'm able to feel Only one place where I'm not wooden, but real This is a place I race to go This place's name is home I miss waking up way before the sun I'd sit downstairs and wait for my mother's love She'd make breakfast Enough for my brothers… Continue reading My Family, My Home