#childhood home

[atealiers]

Here’s What Our Parents Never Taught Us — Shinji Moon

#quotes #literature #text #poetry #shinji moon #childhood #childhood home #musings #rp musings #1k.

[chaseschases]

take me to a place that’s yours and show me things that only you could show me. take me to your old school and relive your younger memories that only you still cling to. bring me to the bookstore where you first fell in love. show me your first room while i patiently listen to you describe how you grew up

#date idea #!!!! #cute date ideas #childhood home #memories #innocent fantasy #romantic concept #romantic imagine #s/o imagines #platonic concept #platonic imagine #bonding #intimacy #learning about people

[randomreasonstolive]

Reason to Live #6734

  The familiar smell of your childhood home when you visit your family after being away for so long. ❤️– Guest Submission

(Please don't add negative comments to these posts.)

#sad #help #hope #reason to live #depressed #depression #empty #alone #mental illness #anxiety #trauma #guest submission #mental health #familiar #smell #fragrance #childhood #childhood home #family #visit #care

[tenthousandislands]

January 2022

Home, or Time Travel

I drove home today

as I’ve done a thousand times

the same streets, the same signs

the same buildings with the same lights

and the same people still inside

I drove home today

half-expecting everything to be as I left it

I guess you could say I indulged myself

I drove home today

up the same state highway

I saw myself on the sidewalk to my right

out for the run I used to go on every night

I slowed to a stop at the same traffic light

and turned the corner, the same corner

I passed by the same neighbors

with the same lawn ornaments

I drove home today

and from the outside, it looked

like home was still there where I left it

and I guess you could say I indulged myself

because for a moment, I chose to believe

we were all still inside

in the same yellow farmhouse

on the same quiet street

and there were the four sets of windows

and the large, glass front door

and our lives still existed behind them

I drove home today

and all at once, three years were erased

all that’s happened never happened

all that’s different never changed

how could it, when all of this is still the same?

I drove home today

and wondered how it is that no one knows

all along, time travel was as simple as this

I passed by the same yellow farmouse

on the same quiet street

and told myself I’d pull into the driveway

promised myself that if I walked inside

everything would be as I left it

I drove home today

knowing I’d find him there

in the home office, working

but never too busy to look up and smile at me

ask me how am I doing?

and what would I like to talk about?

I drove home today

believing I’d find her there

in her dream kitchen, preparing

a gourmet, homemade spread for guests

and I actually wished she’d send me

out to run an errand, another errand

the same way she always had

I drove home today

pretending I’d find myself there, too

that purer me, the inspired me

that healthier, happier, still so hopeful me

but the image of my bedroom was blurry

and I realized the memory was skewed

I drove home today

seeing ghosts

evoking memories

reliving the past

and as I drove away, I was forced to recognize

that all of this was only that

and we can never get back what we once had

all that’s gone is gone

a life that ends is really over

a house can stay the same

but home never lingers

so though it may be the same yellow farmhouse

on the same quiet street

today, there was a tree lit up inside

and I saw that those same walls

now hold some other people’s lives

I drove home today

but home was no longer where I left it

#old home #memories #childhood home #poems on tumblr #poetscommunity #poets corner

[deertones]

#old art #nostalgia #childhood home

[systemgoblincore]

Forever remembering and thinking abt my childhood home. It was bright green(ish) shade and had 413 on the side.

I wonder why green houses and 413 mean so much to me... . . . ....

#ask to tag #413 #homestuck 413 #childhood home #idk how to tag #happy 413 fuck u

[alf-ii]

#mom moved out and I’ll never get to smell the lilacs there again #sigh 💜 #but I’m ok with it #really #lilac trees #lilacs #fragrantblossoms #fragrant flowers #old house #childhood home #childhood memories #sense memory #home #old home week

[threecandlesticks]

Date: Sometime in 1999.

As a poor child growing up, I was made to feel inferior about the size of my parents’ house. It was called “cheap and small” by my comfortable middle and upper middle class schoolmates who lived in newly manufactured neighborhoods with cutesy names and brick mailboxes.

I remember in high school feeling ashamed when at the lunch table one day, a kid was talking about how he hated living in this small house (that was around the size of my own) while his family built their new home. My “best” friend took the liberty of saying “X’s house is like that, you basically walk in and you’re practically outside already.” Up until that point, I had no idea she was judging me over my house.

High school was the first time I realize that even your friends looked down upon you. That we’re not all middle class. That her nice lawyer father looked down upon us uneducated. That her own home which needed repairs and was never really clean was still superior to my own, even though my own was tidy.

Now, as an adult, I feel so sad that we no longer own my childhood home. My father decided to go gambling instead of paying the bills around 2005ish. My childhood is gone forever. And I can’t afford a mortgage by myself.

#childhood #childhood home #you can't go home again #bullying #peer pressure #high school #ninth grade

[lillianmakesart]

Childhood, Part One - Nights — Mixed Media 2022

#childhood #dreams #dreamscape #moon #sky #night #night sky #hot air balloons #balloons #childhood home #national park #girlhood #female artist #women artists

[somanyratsinatrenchcoat]

2.25.2022

This November it will be 9 years  since I moved out of my childhood home, to live on my own.

I can’t really describe how that makes me feel.

#journal #alexithymia #mental health #neurodivergent #autism #religious trauma #inner child #childhood home

[aerikvon]

#aerikvon #aerik #von #aerik von #lebanon #new hampshire #childhood home #doom #funeral home #mortuary #lucifer jones #gruesome gallery #skovtage #skovtåge #dreadful silence productions #new england

[slumbercube]

remnants of the house i grew up in

#love or loneliness.... you decide #burned #house fire #mine #burned down #childhood home #things are very strange

[sun-lit-garden]

“My imagination functions much better when I don't have to speak to people.” ― Patricia Highsmith

#country #rural landscape #landscape #countrycore #childhood home #nature #nature photography #sunrise

[uninvited-soul]

This is my childhood home. I lived here for about 20 years and it’s been up for sale for about 1 year now.

No one told me that letting go of a home could be such a grieving experience. Now, I find myself desperately trying to hold onto every single moment that this house possesses. Including sunsets; this is the last sunset I’ve seen in my house.

Beautiful yet painful nonetheless.

#childhood #childhood home #growing up is hard

[that-poet-person1437]

Horizon

Right, here is the English translation. It doesn't rhyme, so it's a little hard on the ear, but I hope you can enjoy the imagery!

I was here, my toes between sand. At the southpoint of the world my name is branded. For old times sake let my hair blow in the wind And enclosed Bloubergstrand in my heart. Look behind and see Table Mountain's cloak Of cloud and mist; the Devil's suffering. Van Honk sits on top and smokes for his life. In battle with old Satan, the mountain peak forgotten. For the last time the salt smell clings to the air. See farmlands of plants of the sweet winefruit. The mountains surrounding take turns to step. The lands between gorges joined together like cloth. The road is lifted to a big mountain's belly And we shoot through the tunnel that makes daylight fade. After minutes of quiet echo driving, slightly anxious, The sun shines bright white, forever faithful. Mountains melt beside us, but come to a stop As the sun slowly crawls towards the world's top. Among dry bushes lie Karoo village dew Pockets of memories that envelope love. White clouds roll lazily over the ocean of colour, Of green, yellow, red, purple-gray that ignores borders. The breaking waves form white down grass. The power cords follow and keep watch from their mast. Train tracks come and go; smoke the countryside through. Past flat grasses, bushes, sandsoil that lubricates dust. One peeks at mountains over the horizon, and they peek back, Mountains that are bluer than the sky. When one stops, the brids' chatter trills. A one tooth man weaves baskets for some money. A long road where thoughts wander and slip over boulders Through ghost towns' streets of old tar and stone. Matjiesfontein lies forgotten and abandoned. Beaufort-West's balconies whisper glory to the streets. Uniondale's ghost remains a laughing evil. Hanover's white letters lay mixed up on the hill. Tarred roads break open again to a aeroplane's view. Wrinkled mountains bear marks of old Earth's moods. Three Sisters on their thrones, forever cursed To glare at our passing and to seek mortality. Yellow grass turns green as the rain regions switch In our endless journey to where the cloud sources hide. White clouds in the sky the nearest to snow we get So far north of Sutherland, that gets an excess of chill. Trees become bundles 'come rows, like the houses around, Before the pattern evaporates to grassy plateus in the sun again. The clouds are still trapped in the distance, But the cluster has grown in their togetherness. They form dark clumps that float before the sun, But when the clouds open, a pool's eyewink would show. The green becomes richer, the blue ever grayer, Then the clouds pour down as if they're going to fall out of the sky. Blue becomes purple while the rain drags through the distance. Like a new day, the sun comes to break over the flatland. Dusty wildfire is smelled; 'tis out of season. Mixes red and white and black with blue and yellow and green. My eyes follow the pebbles, become rocks become homes. The houses grow large and form cities for kings. The line in the distance has now come closer, The sun that had led us, now under the horizon. Stars collect bright and become lights along the street. The street that were wild, now stand pretty in rows. Bridges over rivers now are bridges o'er gray tar roads. Every road winds to end, if the end ever comes. The route grows familiar, time and space is tangible now. The sun vanishes, it knows its work is done. The adventurers enter their home; finally arrived At their endpoint, their home, on the edge of the horizon.

#poetry #poets on tumblr #childhood home #nostalgia #south africa #home country #roadtrip #wildlife #sight seeing

[snailuvr]

untitled poem based off a dream

consider getting me a coffee

#original poetry #original works #poetry #childhood #childhood home #poets on tumblr #snail.txt