Same Streets, Different Me - Brand New Poem

Typewriter Series #3101

Another week, another bit of unreleased poetry for your groovy little eyes to gobble up and hopefully enjoy the taste of. This one, Typewriter Series #3101 was another custom poem written for someone, and I think if memory serves, it was requested quite a few years back.

I have so many of these custom poems, I had a thought: Would anyone buy a book of all these poems, written for all these different people for all these different reasons? Almost like a Humans of New York type feel, where it’s the story of the person and then the poem that was born from it? I for certain have enough to fill a book. Thoughts? Let me know if you’d think it rad.

At any rate, this one is about what happens when we return home, to a hometown, to a place we once lived when times weren’t as kind, and see it through the eyes that only come when new comfort sets in, new joy, new hope when we set down the weight of what we carried when we used to live there. The streets are the same, sure, but it’s US that has changed, and it’s US that has room now to hold new things in our same chests. New things, new spaces, and we just wanna fill it with someone that we adore.

That’s what this poem is, and it spilled out all in one breath, and I love the way it turned out. I’m still writing these, so if you’ve been wanting to have a custom poem written for you, about literally ANYTHING, now is the time. Click the button below and I’ll get to it for you.

As per usual, the poem and the audio version of me reading it to you in dulcet tones is just below. If you wanna help keep this place alive, consider joining up? I love you a lot, thank you for letting me write for you. Truly.

And the audio!