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What makes a home a home?
Is it because you are there?
Or someone there?
No
A home is a home when you can hang your hat down
and not afraid you will mess it up
A home is a home when you can walk around in your underwear
and not be afraid you'll be losing it
Losing what?
Lol
Who knows?
Your self control, inhibition, whatever...
A home is a home where you can express your feelings
and not be afraid that you will be judged
as too sentimental, detrimental, temperamental
judgemental
Lol
You are never that, are you?
A home is where you hang yourself to sleep
on the couch
and do whatever
where you are perfectly fine in your own world
come whatever what may
You don't stir up for nothing
Yeah
I hope you can be like that
Anywhere you go
Because a home is not a home
if it's not in you
Welcome home, baby
I know I am
:)
Given that i have never been to jail
Been locked up or spent any time
in a cell be that even overnight
So this poem i write is solely
based on logic or endless
television crime based shows
But the other night deep in
discussion with me old mum
the Epstein suicide case came up
Now when you are processed
and taken in to to custody and
placed in a holding cell on 24 hour suicide watch
They confiscate any means of
said person being able to use
anything as a form that enables
hanging oneself
Again now if you indeed wish to
hang oneself and commit suicide
by means of hanging as so many
prisoners do
Surely you then need 1 of 2 thing's
1 something to hang yourself with
2 something to hang yourself from
And if they took everything and left
you with nothing to hang yourself with
And put you in a cell with nothing to
hang yourself from
How on earth can anyone hang
themselves in the 1st place
Or am i being obtuse
Or is Redemption doled out
on the concourse by a jury of
one's peers
As even criminals know right
from wrong have standard
and a code of conduct
And do not wish to live nor reside
beside
Such twisted deviants
Who even the devil won't miss
or fails to acknowledge
The beginning of the end must surely start when you acknowledge your ability to Martyr
your heart, the light that once shone so bright beyond doubt begins to falter and fade, it
starts burning out, for the person you love whose heart they did give feels the sorrow of
holding onto a life they won't live!
If your certain within you that your sure you could leave then your lover starts the
process of starting to grieve.
For there's no other protection or shield to guard from the loss of a lover whose hearts
turning hard, if your willing to Marytr to hang yourself out to dry, that's the point
where this love is beginning to die!
I write you these lines without stopping to think, for the words come out faster than the
pen flows it's ink.
I have heard what your saying and I know you don't lie, and if your becoming a Marytr then
I surely will die.
So before we go further down this long lover's lane, I guess what I'm asking is are you
willing remain?
Don't tell me you'll Martyr your heart without doubt, cause my response is to leave you,
before then I'll walk out!
This is written in poetry as I struggle to talk, it's my heart opening up as the tapestry
taught.
I promised to love you through wind and through rain, I never questioned how many days
still remained?
I beg you sincerely with love through light and dark, don't ever leave me, don't Martyr
your heart, there's one thing that I ask you, put this love back on track, and please
erase that line from us, please take those words back!
I used to hear echoes of your words in my head, of romantic concepts of what you had said,
now instead of those love lines what I hear in the dark is " I won't be afraid to Martyr
my heart!
You never saw past the glory days of 17.
Because you got sad and thought it a better idea
to hang yourself from the ceiling fan
instead of replacing its burnt-out bulbs.
Bright idea.
Dimming the light of all the candles
whose hearts and souls were trying
to add light to your dark and dismal life.
You were selfish to drop out.
You were selfish to quit.
And
now that you're gone, I can't help but look up
at the light shining down on me from your ceiling fan.
I changed the bulbs.
So why is everything still so dark?
And how do I go about life when my only friend snuffed out my candlelight spark?
Could you come back home, please?
I can't do this without you.
And I might go insane if I have to sit and stare between the cracks in your ceiling blades any longer.
Maybe I'll snap them off,
cut my wrists,
and join you.
Wait,
even though I'm depressed,
I know there are people in my life
that still need me.
That's something I could never get
through
your thick
ing
skull.
Selfish.