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this [sterile excuse for a "first world" existance] is not home
it's just where i keep my stuff
it used to be home
until there was you
now home is a pink bedroom, a kerosene cooker, a coffee ceremony kit i cannot confidently operate and a squeaky front door.
home is intermittent power, eternally cold showers and playing guitar refrains until theyre burnt into the darkness of the candle lit nights
home is wherever i'm with you
| I love this. Perspective is everything. Funny how a little perspective can make everything you have ever known meaningless. For you here in a positive way. I can't help thinking of the converse. How how that changes things too. |
But I love this. It warm and cozy like a dark hearth w a warm fire an a karossine Lamp. I want to snuggle up next to it and hold it whole I go to sleep.
My only minor tiff is the last line bc it was so implied I felt like it didn't need to be said. You did such a good job painting the picture before hand I found it superfluous.
|| Posted on 2011-11-02 00:00:00 | by leftof_red | [ Reply to This ] || home is just a place, but with you, it is a place for my heart to rest, comfortably...|
you are my refuge...you are my contentment...
and you don't care if i don't know how to use the coffee maker, or if the walls are pink..i am your home also...
i want us to reside with each other..that is our space.
very intensely romantic poem...mentally and emotionally.
a nice take on the "home is where the heart is" theme.
i think the third stanza is "kick ass"!
|| Posted on 2011-04-06 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ] |