“Home”
Where are you? I am lost, these aren’t my people
These people scowl when I say hello and cheer when I say goodbye
Home. your dust-filled corners and brightly painted walls
I miss you, your quiet Sunday mornings and hot cups of coffee
Home. your lemon pumpkin scent and crisp white doilies
Where am I? This place deserted of compassion and love
The greenscapes are brown and the sweet water sour
Home. your warm crackling fireplace flickering under the mantle
What happened to you? These people don’t know you
Don’t know your kind heart and loving smile
Home
I need you.
“Passion or Malice”
Love. such an ambiguous concept
What is love?
Hugging your parents tight after graduation?
Cooking dinner with your grandma on a warm summer night?
Watching TV with your best friend after school?
What is love?
Screaming so loudly your lungs burn from the lack of oxygen?
Crying so hard you think you will run out of tears?
Hitting, punching, smacking so hard you leave bruises?
Love. it’s not all sunshine and roses.
Sometimes it’s thorns and misery
“Final destination”
I’ve heard of a place, that no one ever seen
where flowers bloom and the sun always shines
A place where sadness is a memory.
and happiness is a melody.
Where loved ones reunite. and souls are at peace.
Some wonder if they will ever see it.
This final destination.
Impossible to describe
But glorious when seen
It goes on forever
And every second
Is better.
Then the one before.