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1. the journey home (contains explicitly adult content)
2. Revelation of Self Destruction
3. pieces of peace
4. My Town
5. chiming bells (lines composed on the steps of a church)
6. foggy images
7. the lucid children
8. in the late hours of the night
9. demonic dreams
10. graffiti
11. reflections on the cessation of life
12. Tea-ology
13. These Memories Keep Passing Me By
14. goodbye, richard cory! (contains explicit content)
15. be all my sins remembered
16. the flame in your eyes
17. the fall of civilization
18. at the sun's core
19. my heart calls out to your heart
20. the rhythm of life
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2. Revelation of Self Destruction
3. pieces of peace
4. My Town
5. chiming bells (lines composed on the steps of a church)
6. foggy images
7. the lucid children
8. in the late hours of the night
9. demonic dreams
10. graffiti
11. reflections on the cessation of life
12. Tea-ology
13. These Memories Keep Passing Me By
14. goodbye, richard cory! (contains explicit content)
15. be all my sins remembered
16. the flame in your eyes
17. the fall of civilization
18. at the sun's core
19. my heart calls out to your heart
20. the rhythm of life
Pages: « First 1 2 3 Last »
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the journey home and other poems Poetry by Thomas Perdue |
In the summer of 2009, my uncle died. It was the first time in my life that I lost someone truly close to me. It was a couple of months before I turned 22. I suppose I was fortunate to have not experienced that pain in my life up to that point. He was like a second father to me, the brother of my dad. I’ll never forget the feeling I had when I found out, as I stood there and reality sunk in fully, staring at the door, wanting for him to walk through it once more. He had been gone for a week before anyone found out, which made the pain even worse. I began work on what became "the journey home" shortly after those events. I spent more time on it than any other written work. In many ways, it was inspired by what I was going through, though, with no direct references to my uncle. A little over a year later, I left my family and the whole area I grew up in, everything and everyone I’d ever known, to pursue a new life in Florida. Starting with "the journey home", this is a collection of poetry spanning that time in my life, a time when I was discovering who I was, and what I was going to do. I suppose, in many ways, it has been a journey "home", discovering what "home" really means and where my niche truly lies in life. And the journey continues...