The Words That Makes You...And Breaks You: Poetry And Thoughts Bind Together
The optimist insists that we live in the best of worlds, the pessimist fears that he is right.
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
A house is not always a home
They say that absence makes the heart grow fonder. What they never tell you, however – what no one ever wants to bring up – is how much, and how deeply, it hurts. When someone you love and care for is far away from you, it’s like a piece of your heart has been torn away by some dark, unseen hand or force. The minutes are like years, and each lonely night stretches into eternity as you’re left to lie awake and wonder. Where are they now? What are they thinking about? Are they safe? Are they well? Are they thinking of you? These are questions that won’t be truly answered until the missing half of your heart walks back into your arms – or, on some unfortunate occasions, not at all.
And you worry. Even if there seems to be no rational reason to, you find yourself afraid that something will happen, no matter how impossible or how ridiculous that seems. You tell yourself over and over that everything’s fine, but despite your sound reasoning and good logic, you never quite convince yourself. It’s hard, missing someone while they’re gone, but at least you know you’ll see them again.
Unless, that is, the reason they’re missing is because they’ve been taken.
Then, there are no good comebacks to your worries. What if they’re hurt? What if they’re lost? What if they’re…? Some things you don’t even want to think about – but they’re there anyway, lurking in the back of your mind like a cancer that won’t go away, lying dormant but always ready to spring during a weak moment, or when you’ve let your guard down. But the worst part of all, perhaps, is that you always feel guilty – as if somehow it’s all your fault that it happened, as if you are the one putting them in danger. It’s hard to forget that you’re supposed to protect them, take care of them, save them – and even harder to forgive yourself.
There’s no place like home – especially after spending years away from it. Just that feeling of knowing where you are, of knowing you belong… it could bring a grown man to tears. Even the coldest of hearts has a soft spot for that which we call a home – no matter how small or how well-hidden, it’s there, somewhere. Though some of us are more inclined to venture out into the world than to stay put, even a wanderer’s path may lead him to where he belongs, if he only follows his heart… for a home, you must understand, is not simply just a house – nor is it necessarily where your roots lie. It is where you are welcome, where you are happy, where you are loved… and a place which you welcome and love in return. It is a sanctuary, a hiding place, a safe place… sometimes the only place in the world where you can relax and rest. Home is where your heart is.
A house is not always a home – after all, it’s not the walls and the roof that make a home, but rather what’s inside. Home may be a bench, a forest, a tree, or even the dark space under a sink. Depending on who you are, what you want, and where your heart lies, home can be anything, or anywhere… even inside your own head.
Who knew there was life beyond death? You never thought of it, never wanted to; You feared it above all other things. Yet now there is nothing left to fear, For there’s nothing left now to lose.
Where are you, what world have you found? A world of sand and sky and sun, A world away from the world you loved. You cannot hear the comforting song Of the waves that once were home.
Where is she, the one that you loved? She was taken, just as you were, too You’ve lost her again, and this time you know There is no hope of getting her back. She’s been taken from you for the last time.
What have you got left, when there’s nothing to lose? Not much but the clothes on your back. You’ve still got your compass, but what good is it When you’ve got nowhere left you can go? This is your home now, and that’s all you know.
Who knew there was pain beyond death? You never knew it, never wanted to; Yet now you are learning first-hand. For now there is nothing left to fear, Only emptiness, loneliness, despair.
But wait – what is it that has found you In a world you thought was barren? Something moves o’er the horizon, Something promising the chance to escape, A promise you know you can’t trust.
Is it real, or is it just another mirage? You’ve had hallucinations enough to last months, Memories of joys in your life of the past That you brought to life in your death. Yet this time the image won’t fade.
Is this just another cruel trick of your eyes? You’re afraid, so afraid to believe otherwise. Yet the promise you distrust continues to sail – Yes, sail over the waves of the sand. It is coming, though you doubt it, for you.
How is this possible, how can this be? Yet… what rules are there that prevent it? No logic lives in this dry world of desert, No reason to prove this can’t happen. Perhaps you are not as lost as you thought.
Who knew there was hope beyond death? You’d never guessed it, never wanted to find out, Yet now you can feel that it's true. For the ship that now comes for you at last Gives you hope for a new life past death.
Name: Andreas Home: Skåne, Sweden About Me: Andreas Zetterqvist, 26 years old, hetrosexual. Three passions are present in my life: music, writing and my gf. Music represents the essence of my being, writing represent the expression of my soul, my gf keeps me sane. Laughter keeps my heart light and intact. Thinking keeps my juices flowing. Friends mean the world to me. But trust is something I give to selected few. No one has 100% of my trust. Very few have something close to it. I don't look like a supermodel.
And I'm fine with that now at this time of my life because
in my own way, I have a beauty that surpasses all these so-called beautiful people. And I'm not being cocky, just showing some much needed confidence. I have a major in network technology, but confined my future with sales. I'm a poet for a few years. I like to think I'm a lot of different things. But for sure I'm a good boy with class, who's a sweetheart and down to earth. But God bless you if you mess with me because I'm a force
to be reckoned with. I think birthdays and holidays are special and I think writing is the best way of therapy. I'm honest because I've spent too many years hiding. So if you want to get to know me better, just ask. Or read on. Visitors: See my complete profile
There are many races in life but in the end the only race is with yourself. Everyone's choice begins with a dream, because with dreams everything is possible.
i keep forgetting you're kinda cute
at least you make me not miss bein in a relationship, i mean if there is more of you out there ;)