home – a poet's confessional

i found it

as i lay in your arms i know so much has changed and i know with certainty that you are my home

elysium would be a cool breeze brushing against my cheeks as I sit on that old hill of my family’s home the prairie grass would whisper to me as I look into the sky there would be vivid sunset of color painting my skin like a masterpiece a blanket wrapped around limbs like a warmContinue reading “heaven”

parting gift

i am leaving this cursed place my pathetic excuse of a home i thank you for giving me the basic needs but i spite you for the deeds you allowed humans to do within this house is cursed and i wish to leave something for the future saying “this house is cursed, you can neverContinue reading “parting gift”

this

there will always be this the wandering the feeling of no place, no home no one, not anything