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Jul 30, 2009
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House Not a Home
House Not a Home
Nothing here is me
my home is in disarray
my life has no meaning
in this house not my home
The will to take charge
putting things in order
is alive and well in me
but has fallen from a cliff
The strength to fight
to make the changes
I've grown weaker everyday
in total submission I've embraced
Free from stress
a world off limit
I take no chances to invite
the bitter taste I've encountered
Opportunities for love
sometimes appear thus
I take a leap into its pool
but love is just an illusion
In my world no one knows
where to find me for a visit
their presence is destructive
in my world far to fragile
in this home I find no peace
in my circle I have no friends
I take a trip from time to time
to a place they call, that's life
my trip is short and enjoyable
I never stay or tarry to long
for fear my heart will be crush
by imperfect will and grace
My house is not my home
My life is not my own
in this house I shall survive
but in my world I will delight
Nothing here is me
my home is in disarray
my life has no meaning
in this house not my home
The will to take charge
putting things in order
is alive and well in me
but has fallen from a cliff
The strength to fight
to make the changes
I've grown weaker everyday
in total submission I've embraced
Free from stress
a world off limit
I take no chances to invite
the bitter taste I've encountered
Opportunities for love
sometimes appear thus
I take a leap into its pool
but love is just an illusion
In my world no one knows
where to find me for a visit
their presence is destructive
in my world far to fragile
in this home I find no peace
in my circle I have no friends
I take a trip from time to time
to a place they call, that's life
my trip is short and enjoyable
I never stay or tarry to long
for fear my heart will be crush
by imperfect will and grace
My house is not my home
My life is not my own
in this house I shall survive
but in my world I will delight
— Barbara Writes, Jul 30, 2009
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Critiques
Darby Cain
16 years 10 months ago
:)
Barbara Writes
16 years 10 months ago
voting
LiquidSunshine
16 years 10 months ago
WOW. i think that word sums
Barbara Writes
16 years 10 months ago
Wow
Ink Dragon
16 years 10 months ago
Barbara,
Barbara Writes
16 years 10 months ago
Wow
Eduardo Cruz
16 years 10 months ago
Barbara,
Barbara Writes
16 years 10 months ago
Eddie
Eduardo Cruz
16 years 10 months ago
Barbara,
lyz
16 years 9 months ago
Surprised
Barbara Writes
16 years 9 months ago
Lyz
Seren
16 years 9 months ago
Dear Barbara
Barbara Writes
16 years 9 months ago
Lyz
Ink Dragon
16 years 8 months ago
Barbara is not home.
Barbara Writes
16 years 8 months ago
Nina