Home is where the heart is

At least, that’s what everyone says

That home is where you belong Full of family and friends

But what if I’m different What if I have a new perspective Something that they don’t understand

I’m a typical introvert Neurodivergent too I’m not the same There is no us Just me and you

I prefer to be alone Seeking solace with my thoughts I have one good friend My family likes to talk But I would rather be alone I prefer to not converse If I want to express myself I come here to write a verse

So my home is different Then what everyone else believes My home will often move To where I express myself Without people staring in judgement Or saying I am wrong To me my home Is where I feel accepted And I feel like I belong

Although I hate to socialize There is one place with people A place that I love to go

Everyone here is unique We accept each other’s flaws Everyone has their own opinions And we respect each other’s decisions

This place I love so much Is my safe haven from the world Where everyone is quick to judge But here, everyone is loved

So whenever someone asks Where my home is I always remind myself That they are asking where I live

For if I was completely honest I would say it is my studio and dance

Where I can express myself In my own unique way In a secret language That very few can read I’m not just moving my body to music

I’m giving you my hopes

My thoughts

My dreams

It’s a glimpse inside my heart A view that very few have glimpsed

But if home is where the heart is

Then mine is where my heart is seen

Car horns Bustling voices Leaves scrapping the ground

Laughing Joyous noises From the Earth of which I am bound

I find joy in every breath Every moment a miracle I know not even death Can stop this grand Ferris wheel

I see my blessings So endless and beautiful Made of efforts not my own

I swim in riches Money, friends, health As I fidget on my throne

Destiny is laid out for me A life of boundless dreams The thought of it all unfolding Makes me want to scream

I’ll grow up in legacy Bejeweled and worshipped Seeing life through a lense

Naive And selfish Of the state the world is in

Beyond my blessings I have my own dreams I wake up each night screaming of them I want to strip my life of everything And burn down this whole damn kingdom

We’re corrupted and evil I know myself as such Bleeding from the inside out

I see those outside Hungry and yearning Keeling over in mournful bouts

I am not blind, I see life for what it is I want to run and scream and shout I happily share my fortune with my family As I yearn for a way out

And where do I live, if I’m a soul? Am I in my eyes, the doors to perception, my windows to the physical world? Or in my heart which beats and bleeds and aches and is broken and swells with love?

Do I live I my throat or lungs? I mean I talk so damned much, and I always feel the most alive when I sing.

How about my hands? These fingers that have created and destroyed, these palms that have pet so many soft cats.

I want to be touched, to be worn. For your hands to gently erode their places into my skin, indents where your love rests. I want to be known by you. I want to be close to you.

Hold me while we dance.

No heating moments And no clothes of class;

No jewels, no pearls, And there are no loud cheers.

There’s no champagne, No rooftops made of glass.

No sitting to the sound of restless jazz; - no taste of screaming tears.

The light is cozy on your eyes, There’s warm palétte and stories.

The stories of the times when we have met. -

The dissolution of the “I”, The Renaissance of Spring -

Among the sleeping beauty and amidst the chaos of the dancing flakes.

The soothing crunch of resting snow, The glow of smile as you glance over.

The song of melting icicles at dawn, Arpeggios of their smoothly rolling rings;

The ray of light that’s breaking bravely through the storm.

That’s how I know - I’m safe.

And that is how I know - I’m finally home.

Home is laying next to you Legs intertwined like glue Plush pillows, warm blanket It’s how I know we’ll make it.

Home is having the tv playing And the candlelight gently swaying It feels like Christmas night You are my one, my end in sight.

I want every night to feel like this Sipping white wine and maybe a kiss You are the walls that surround me And I am the only one with a key.

I feel our foundation is strong For we have had this house for so long Even through the cracks and tears It’s nothing words can’t repair.

What does the future hold For our house to grow old? Which memory will be your favorite? Can we keep a scrapbook to save it?

I want every night to feel like this Sipping white wine and maybe a kiss You are the walls that surround me And I am the only one with a key. Home is laying next to you.

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In the depths of despair, when friendships fade, Lost love lingers like a haunting shade. Broken hearts ache with every beat, Memories of a bond that are no longer relevant.

Once so close, now worlds apart, Words left unspoken, feelings depart. Laughter turned to silence, smiles to tears, Betrayal and hurt fueling fears.

Promises broken, trust shattered, Dreams were shattered, hopes crushed. In the aftermath of a falling out, Regret and sorrow linger about.

The emptiness of a friendship lost, Leaves a void, like an icy frost. The warmth once felt, now distant and cold, Leaves echoes of stories left untold.

Lost love cuts deep like a jagged knife, Leaving scars that last a lifetime. Hearts once whole, now fractured and bruised, Suffocated by the pain, feeling used.

Broken hearts mend slowly with time, But the scars remain, a bitter chime. Forgiveness may come, but wounds still throb, Longing for a love lost in the fog.

Failing friendships, lost love, broken hearts, Remind us of life's fragile parts. But through the pain and tears we find, Strength in letting go, peace in the mind.

Home is where the heart is. Where must you say? Where the heart is, my dear. You can travel far and wide, near but oh so far. But home will always be where the heart is, home is every where to me.

It’s the little places ive created for myself and those I love. Those who are unlucky enough to receive my wrath will soon come to know.

But I lost my home, where did it go?

No, no dear you never lost your home, you just forgot that home is where the heart is.

Will home ever come to me? Yes, if you love something set it free. If it comes back, it is true love.

When I pry open my tired eyes And my exhausted soul begins to writhe The ghostly wind whips through the pane The dark air on which I survive

The rough thickness of my restless sheets The stolen smiles on my shadowed walls Through my brittle, hollow door My still body feels the deafening call

Paralyzed and ensnared in time Trapped in my rigid body Feeling their presence all around me Unable to speak softly

This is where I lay wrapped in cold comfort The prison where my mind roams The darkest and softest cage I know The place that I call home.

With her soft safe embrace No more trace of my troubles A kind familiar face My guiding hand when I stumble Contagious luminous presence Accompanies her when she moves Homey, welcoming essence Precious selflessness too. Whenever her self doubt subdues If she's a good enough mother I'll switch into her shoes Tell her she's like no other With her I'm most me and most calm Because I know that there's no place like Mom