dallas This word is not in here, either?

This website is as close to home as anything else in my life. I just think of home as wherever I happen to be. I am a wanderer.
adam is where she was, but now i don't know where that is. so i'm homeless...maybe im just a nomad...wandering. 990228
ceorl is where the dog lives 990420
Zed My friend just got a new home.
On a park.
But its a tiny little place.
Steve lives around the cornered.
uncle aussie for me, http://www.compassnet.com/aussie 990623
lokkust "What's it going to be then, eh?"
H O M E is where Alex went with his three droogs after drinking vellocet at The Korova Milkbar... it was real horrorshow, O my brothers...
me? Darkness fell upon the garden
As I sadly sat alone
Dreaming of the end of summer
And again the end of home

Our love was like a flowing river
Deeper still than what it seemed
It consumed my waking hours
Creeping deep into my dreams
amy nope, you have to stay on the merry-go-round. sorry. 991209
R.A.I.N. dropping crumbs and flying thumbs won't help me get back home.

the home is where the heart is i've been told.

as i promised my heart to her she cooked it medium well.

then proceeded to swallow it whole.
ac know home and comfort and things that heal you without your understanding them. 000221
rabbit of the morning let's go home. this world is tiring. 000415
MollyGoLightly It's my reflection in someone's eye. 000416
Free To me home is not some place. Home is where I am. Home is a feeling. 000416
tarin is where you always are. when you realize that you're there, you're there. and when you remember being there, you wonder how it is that you could have possibly ever forgotten. 000509
emily i don't think it's where my heart is... 000519
Betsy A most wonderful place. Full of love, laughter, happiness, and joy. Tears and sadness. A crazy place at times. With five incrediable kids. Ashley; smart, witty, determined. Austin; funny, warm, sensitive. Cassidy; practical, caring, honest. Kristin; thoughtful, smart, still in search of herself. Lucas; A bright young man, eager, smart, agreeable. A wonderful man, Bill; funny, sexy, smart .. my soulmate
Home is a wonderful place, so full and so very fullfilling!
birdmad something i once spent a few months without 000716
Zoe home ... something i dread to be in. it's hellish and cold. i've always dreamed of a better one. then i realized that everyone's is as bad as mine. 000716
Barrett Home again, I like to be there when I can. When I come home, cold and tired, it's good to warm my bones beside the fire. 000726
stuck between 2 worlds I don't know if I just left mine or if I just came back to it. 000805
just wondering who's Steve? 000805
just came home is not where the heart is. It's where the bed and the refrigerator are. 000805
misstree is not.

is not a place, is not a feeling,
is not security
or knowing that your stuff will be there when you get back,
is not friends to greet you
or a place to rest your head
or family
or pets
or a tv.

it just isn't
Barrett ...and far away...
across the field,
the tolling of the iron bell
calls the faithful to their knees...
to hear the softly spoken magic spell.
startfires run, rabbit run. dig that hole for get the sun.

you better run.
daxle so I'm home again
but I feel like a guest here
and my head is filled with all of the problems I've left behind (or I guess this means, have not left behind)
someone tell me what the perfect thing to do is because I can't tell anymore
just as I thought I was finally getting out of the water, my whole life comes crashing down on me again
it happened so easily, so quickly, that it... I don't know... what I feel
it just like, here I am, why do I bother, regardless I'm going to keep going, not knowing why, sometimes suffering, occillating eternally
bonny again, jiggedy jig.
Cold in the morning
and the blinds are too naked
save my retinae
the snow and ice I think I missed
the party on new year's, my friend I kissed
my old friend called and wished me well
I wish she would again so I could hear that bell.
lizard doesn't exist anymore. 010118
Dafremen is little more, these days, than a combination hotel, restaurant and phone booth. 010219
Chrity go to:
Sol anyplace you hang your hat, you know that that is home 010419
Sol we are essentially nomad by nature, but by social pressure we contradict our instinct and 'settle' in one place. our homes become more than a simple sleeping place, a centre for our lives, they become indicative of our social standing, our taste, our mental health, our income, etc. try to view it as simply a building, you occupy it for now, but you are a passing memory for it, i certainly am, my house is over 300 years, old. what makes it 'mine' how can we possible claim to own it? 010419
lost home... what a new concept. 010503
Shugarhi Home is only the place where you find more complaints. 010517
Phil If I am in the universe, and your house is in the universe, am I in your house?

Why do you let people get away with talking like this?
casey So i wander the street forever and day, always seraching for that one place. A place where people accept me. A place I can be myself. I place where i am not rideculed or tormented. A place I can call home, is all i really want. 010706
psychobabe i'm afraid to be alone
afraid you'll leave me when i'm gone
i'm afraid to come back home
I can not forget
i live with regret
i can not forget
i live with...
I'll LIVE through this
I cant see through this
I cant do this anymore!!
argh home is awful
when you are
a teenager
Casey I agree...home is where you make it.

You like to see homo's naked?

No no, home is where you make it.

You like to see homo's naked, that's great.

NO NO NO, Home is where you make it! Everyone knows that boy.

...He likes to see homos naked, well that doesn't help me none.
daxle my previous blather ruined my life, in all honesty. 011007
DanetteTN915 He said he loved me and I believed that he meant it. He was home to me. Walking in the rain. Cliches. Reaching inside my mind to know just what to say. Perfect manipulation, manifested in the form of a beautiful boy who couldn't handle me, but I like to think he tried. 011014
Toxic_Kisses I hope he's home when I call
I've missed him so bad this past month, I tryed calling earlier last week but I guess he wasn’t there.
We were best friends, he says we still are, but ever since he got that GF and met that 16 yr old (All pretty much in the time period of 4 days) I don't know, we use to be able to talk about anything and everything, yet the last few times we spoke it wasn’t the same.
I just wish things were the way they use to be b4 she came into the picture. Now he just seems so distant, I know I deserve it after what I did but I don't want to lose him and the friendship we have/had.

Please be home Frank E.
sim How much this place belongs to me.
It´s like a universe whereto
i have outstreched
sensing device tranceiver
to an inner world
a script to understand the source
a tool to realise
communication creates sense.
ilovepatsajak whenever i'm alone with you... 011115
she i have no home. 011216
ClairE it's where i want to be
pick me up and turn me round
i come home
she lifted up her wings
i guess then this must be the place

he said the wings line reminded him of me
shiva i don't want to go. 011217
ilovepatsajak grab your things i've come to take you home 011217
ellen cherry charles the space in your heart that you reserve for your true self
elusive and slippery as it may seem
by this definition, i am rarely at home.
despite the fact that i hardly ever travel in the physical sense.
Arwyn I'm not sure where home is anymore. Is it where my past is? I don't think it can be, my past makes me so uncomfortable sometimes I have nightmares all night. Is it where my family is? Well then I have three homes. Where my mum is... where Logan's parents are and where ever logan is. I'm beginning to realize more and more each day though, that home is where Logan is. I feel wretched when I go "home" to mum's and he's not with me.. I can't even sleep well. I suppose that cheesy phrase is true... home is where your heart is... 020304
silentbob tonight i stopped by the apartments of different people i know. i met them and saw their place about three months ago. i told them i was moving to the city and they said to stop by once i got here. and when i did none of the people who lived there a few months ago were still there.
i felt kind of sad.
i don't really know if i'll ever see any of them again and it made me think about all the places we call home.
i call the place i lived in for fifteen years home. i call the town i lived in for nearly 20 years home. i call the house i moved into yesterday home. but in reality i don't and have never really felt as though i belonged anywhere specifically. there have been places where i have felt comfortable enough to call home. places and people who have accepted and wanted me, desired my company. but really, no place seems like my place. i wonder if i'll ever find it. some town, some school, some building, some neighborhood, in the arms of some beautiful heartfelt moment that some would call infinite and others would call fleeting.
so far the only place i really feel like is home is inside the machine of my body, looking out the caves of my eyes. i'm running it and it goes where i want it to and all that goes into it is what i put there.

sometimes i feel like crying.
jane great, now there's no h directory either... 021125
morphine. you are my

i am your

this is the

angie where is it?
where did it go?
i want it back...
sterling625 i have three homes currently... one in troy where i stay a lot of the time with my boyfriend, one in diamond point where my mom is (i have always have a home there), and the last is at college in north adams where i live in a town house with five other chicks (insane but cool). all of these places are special for me... i love all you guys! 030107
bethany where you sleep
no thats a house

where the people who you will always have will always be

but what if you're not sure those people really will always be there
and car wrecks
and depression
and pms
and quitting jobs
and knowing you by night

if i never had one
how can i think i can make one myself
just How can you run "home"
when it doesn't feel like it?
How can you run "away"
when you don't know where to go?
And how can you hide
when there's nothing in sight?
just How can you come home to yourself
when you don't know who the fuk that is?
monsoon i cannot believe that no one has blathered hamster. come one now people. hamster? i've only just found this whateverthisis today, but, i mean... hamster. 030126
monsoon hamster hamster hamster 030126
nore dude, i blathered it, okay? 030127
monsoon and i appreciate that. 030127
fallen-Angel Violent upheavels of my soul, beaten and polished like a dream that left bruises and infections from garbage cans , that i made magic. Hospital beds and grave yards and skuzzy beer .Pittbulls named demise and where ever he pulls , Angels and turkey sandwiches and choc macroon boxes , and the star card pull over oceans . 030223
sad this is so unfair.
i get this email today. she -never- TALKS to me; it's all post it notes and emails.
"i just wrote you a note about picking you up something at Bi-Lo. Then I sat down and realized that I was trying to be nice, trying to accept you as a roommate, by offering you a little help by bringing you home some grocery item.

But the real situation is that I really, really want you to move out. I will give you some time, but I would like my apartment back to myself absolutely as soon as possible. I don't want to live with anyone, not just not with you. I must have my own space back, completely mine, alone, secluded, free, private.

I should never have invited you. I MUST live alone. Living with you, with a roommate, is making me very unhappy, miserable, and extremely stressed out.

I can do it no longer."

great. because of this pissy bitch's mood swings, i'm homeless. just fucking peachy.
*~K I get that.
I never have a place to stay for long either.
I remember being in a box on a neighbor's porch and wondering what I did to deserve being thrown away by the world.
Just crying... it was raining. the sky cried too.
how I shivered then.

I have a little virtual home, on neopets. all these little gardens. Sometimes, I wish it was real.
endless desire i have very mixed feelings about my home.

on one hand, i think it as a wonderful place.
constantly filled with people and noise
colour and falvour
comfort and warmth
and just an all around excitement.
many of my friends enjoy this place.
they are not accustomed to chaos,
to them it is a foreign game
that they may toy with
lucky, they come and go as they please.

but, my intial reaction to home. . .
is anger and frustration to almost the blathe itself
screaming, you want to know about my damn home? do you?
see scrub
see box
and the loneliness of being surrounded by people.
that kills me. i was so lonely but i was so surrounded.
why the hell did that affect me so much?
i just dont understand.
and i dont mean to be so frustrated.
and well, ill just stop while im ahead.

i have very mixed feelings about my home.
p2 home is where
the heart breaks
p2 A Home of Your Own

You want to have
A place all our own
To mold and to shape
And to make into "home"

Away from our families
And away from the stress
A home with no pressures
No one to impress

Large windows to let
The sunlight pour through
We'd bask in the warmth
With nothing to do

It all sounds so perfect
We'd live by the beach
But it breaks my heart
It's a dream I can't reach

Now it isn't much
And lacks a bit of charm
But all I can offer
Is a "home" in my arms
Glory Box Had two dreams about your home, walking in welcome and unwelcome, waiting outside while you watch tv with my sister, wandering down the messy garden path in the twilit sunset.

Each dream leaves me feeling awkward, extra, and I don't know where this feeling comes from but it radiates when I remember you.
delial i'd like to walk through your front door
idle into the kitchen
plop down on a chair, rest my chin in my left hand, propped up by my elbow
while lazily sipping from a coke through a straw
i'd ssssssssuck up the last bit of it
then i'd swallowandsay "so, did you ask about it?"
and you'd turn around and nod hello, then say "well," ::closes drawer after retrieving a fork:: "I actually kinda forgot to ask,"
and we'd both laugh
and i'd ask for another soda
you'd say you didn't have any
only orange juice
but i'd say it was fine
then you'd sit down across from me at the table and start eating the piece of cake from your brother's birthday party the day before
[he's such a jerk, i'm glad i didn't go to it]

so after a calm silence of me tapping my foot against the leg of my chair and you munching on your fork through the cake
i'd ask if i could see that picture i'd sent you a few years ago
and you'd say 'well, hold on, i think i stuck it in a drawer but i can't remember which one,'

we'd walk upstairs
you'd dig through until you found it
and i'd take it from you and
examine it
and remember how long ago it was that i'd sent it
and how happy i am we'd stayed friends this long
i'd remember how i had always hoped i'd see the picture again

not because i felt pained to part with it, no
but because i'd hoped so much we'd be this close

it's too bad that'll never happen
you're home to me
but i'm nowhere to you

i'm used to it by now.
voodoo your home
feels like mine
but it's not quite

i spend more time
there than my home
my own pajamas
my own side of the bed

no toothbrush
no clothes
no showers

but it's more
of a home than mine

because you're there
Sam Vaknin The family is the mainspring of support of every kind. It mobilizes psychological resources and alleviates emotional burdens. It allows for the sharing of tasks, provides material goods together with cognitive training. It is the prime socialization agent and encourages the absorption of information, most of it useful and adaptive.

This division of labour between parents and children is vital both to development and to proper adaptation. The child must feel, in a functional family, that he can share his experiences without being defensive and that the feedback that he is likely to receive will be open and unbiased. The only "bias" acceptable (because it is consistent with constant outside feedback) is the set of beliefs, values and goals that is internalized via imitation and unconscious identification. So, the family is the first and the most important source of identity and of emotional support. It is a greenhouse wherein a child feels loved, accepted and secure - the prerequisites for the development of personal resources. On the material level, the family should provide the basic necessities (and, preferably, beyond), physical care and protection and refuge and shelter during crises.

Elsewhere, we have discussed the role of the mother (The Primary Object). The father's part is mostly neglected, even in professional literature. However, recent research demonstrates his importance to the orderly and healthy development of the child.

He participates in the day to day care, is an intellectual catalyst, who encourages the child to develop his interests and to satisfy his curiosity through the manipulation of various instruments and games. He is a source of authority and discipline, a boundary setter, enforcing and encouraging positive behaviours and eliminating negative ones. He also provides emotional support and economic security, thus stabilizing the family unit. Finally, he is the prime source of masculine orientation and identification to the male child - and gives warmth and love as a male to his daughter, without exceeding the socially permissible limits.

These traditional roles of the family are being eroded from both the inside and the outside. The proper functioning of the classical family was determined, to a large extent, by the geographical proximity of its members. They all huddled together in the "family unit" – an identifiable volume of physical space, distinct and different to other units. The daily friction and interaction between the members of the family moulded them, influenced their patterns of behaviour and their reactive patterns and determined how successful their adaptation to life would be.

With the introduction of modern, fast transportation and telecommunications, it was no longer possible to confine the members of the family to the household, to the village, or even to the neighbourhood. The industrial revolution splintered the classical family and scattered its members. Still, the result was not the disappearance of the family but the formation of the nuclear families: leaner and meaner units of production. The extended family (three or four generations) spread its wings over a much bigger volume of physical spacebut in principle, remained almost intact. Grandma and grandpa would live in one city with a few of the younger or less successful aunts and uncles. Their other daughters or sons would be married and moved to live either in another part of the same city, or in another geographical location (even in another continent). But the physical contact was maintained by more or less frequent visits, reunions and meetings on opportune or critical occasions.

However, a series of developments in the second half of our century threatens to disconnect the family from its physical dimension. We are in the process of experimenting with the family of the future: the virtual family. This is a family devoid of any spatial (geographical) or temporal identity. Its members do not necessarily share the same genetic heritage (the same blood lineage). It is bound mainly by communication, rather than by interests. Its domicile is cyberspace, its residence in the realm of the symbolic.

It all started with the "Home Away from Home" business concept. Multinational brands such as Coca-Cola and McDonalds fostered familiarity where previously there was none. Needless to say that the etymological closeness between "family" and "familiar" is no accident. The estrangement felt by foreigners in a foreign place was, thus, alleviated, as the world was fast becoming mono-cultural. The "Family of Man" and the "Global Village" are here to replace the nuclear family and the physical, historic, village. This trendof making the world a thoroughly familiar place through the formation and dissemination of global brands – came on top of earlier trends of urbanization and industrialization. These earlier trends pulverized the structure of the family, by placing it under enormous pressures and by relegating most of its functions to outside agencies. Education was taken over by schools, healthby (national or private) health plans, entertainment by television, interpersonal communication by telephony and computers, socialization by the mass media and the school system and so on. Devoid of its traditional functions, subject to torsion and other elastic forcesthe family was torn apart and gradually stripped of its meaning. The main functions left to the family unit were the provision of the comfort of familiarity (shelter) and serving as a physical venue for leisure activities. It was the former role that was attacked by the global brands.

The latter function fell prey to the advance of the internet and digital and wireless telecommunications. Whereas the hallmark of the classical family was that it had clear spatial and temporal coordinates – the virtual family has none. Its members can (and often do) live in different continents. They communicate by digital means. They have electronic mail (rather than the physical post office box). They have a "HOME page". They have a "webSITE". In other words, they have the virtual equivalents of geographical reality, a "VIRTUAL reality" or "virtual existence". In the not so distant future, people will visit each other electronically and sophisticated cameras will allow them to do so in three-dimensional format. Voicemail and videomail messages will be left in electronic "boxes" to be retrieved at the convenience of the recipient. The temporal dimension, which was hitherto indispensable in human interactions – is becoming unnecessary. Meetings in person will be made redundant with the advent of video-conferencing.

The family will not remain unaffected. A clear distinction will emerge between the biological family and the virtual family. A person will be born into the first but will regard this fact as accidental. Blood relations will count less than virtual relations. Individual growth will involve the formation of a virtual family, as well as a biological one (=getting married and having children). People will feel equally at ease anywhere in the world for two reasons:

There will be no appreciable or discernible difference between geographical locations. Separate will no longer mean disparate. A McDonald's and a Coca-Cola and a Hollywood produced movie will be available everywhere and always. So will the internet treasures of knowledge and entertainment.
The interaction plane with the outside world will be minimized. People will conduct their lives more and more indoors. They will communicate with others (their biological original family included) via telecommunications devices and the internet. They will spend most of their time, work and create in the cyber-world. Their true (really, only) home will be their website. Their only reliably permanent address will be their e-mail address. Their enduring friendships will be with co-chatters. They will work from home, flexibly and independently of others. They will customize their cultural selections, using 500 channel televisions based on video on demand technology. Hermetic and mutually exclusive universes will be the end result of this process. People will be linked by very few common experiences within the framework of virtual communities. They will carry their world with them as they move about. The miniaturization of storage devices will permit them to carry whole libraries of data and entertainment in their suitcase or backpack.
It is true that all these predictions are extrapolations of trends, which are in their embryonic stages and are limited to affluent, English-speaking, societies in the West. But the trends are clear and they mean ever-increasing differentiation, isolation and individuation. This is the last assault, which the family will not survive. Already most households consist of "irregular" families (single parents, same sex, etc.). The rise of the virtual family will sweep these transitory forms aside.
It dont matter Boring Apsolutly Boring Crazy And BORING 040305
daydreamer ...is something id like to own. I know that a home is not a house or a unit. A home is seperate and so close to your heart.

Ive never lived in a true home....but i yearn for one
Lisa nothing I have right now... except inside the hearts of those I love and love me back... 040307
erwtdf is not what you want it to be. it is not what you want to spend your time building. you want the idea. you love the idea. you are comforted by the idea of home. you are euphoric because you know you belong. you know that nothing goes wrong there. but it does. 040322
falling_alone you're searching for your home
that pesky little phrase
pops up once again
home is where the heart is.
you hold it in the palm of your hand
and know it is true.
but tell me, would you be able to find your home if you haven't found your heart.
kay-tie is where you can always go to feel like a kid again. grilled cheese sandwiches with pickles on the side. thanks dad.

im back at home.... he had the nerve to call me a townie. well i'll be out of here soon enough
daughterofthemoon if no one has heard "home" by breaking benjamin then you should because it is awesome 040412
almost famous and we did it together...

..the fucking beatles. four of them.. and four of us.
elisabeth42 Here I am, at home. Why do I feel homesick? I have a house to live in and I spend a lot of time here. It doesn't feel like home. My heart just isn't in this place. 040523
Lint Lover Please come home now
It's time to go home
Let's go home
I wanna go home with you
I want you to come home with me
Show me the way to go home
Home again home again, jiggity jig
Home is where the heart breaks
tr "you are home" 040603
emily g f her right shoulder hurts.
some nights
a beacon
a moon peeled in boiling water.

"let's go north."
puredream Do I even have one anymore? 040613
pete Live in transit.

I've been without one for close to a year.
pete After thinking about it during my class (wheee summer night courses), I realized that I can't remember the last time that I felt at home somewhere. My heart longs for my forest, yet it is lost in the seas. 040614
u24 index_of_h 040702
sahba it's not that anymore
jumbled lines of confusion running around my mind walking through the corridor music banging in my ears and there staring at me like im a freakin zombie the definition of normal around here is pretty twisted and deep rooted resentment flies around like leaves in the fair eventually falling down out of place as always
sahba im giving up i think i will just stay here and drown arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh 040907
SUZIE G this room has had five homes in this town, but it has never been lived in. It stays essentially the same with all items meticulously placed down to the latin dictionary on the desk and the framed picture of my dead cat on the bookshelf. words and pictures make stories on the walls, and the sky blankets the bed. this new home will leave it dustier than it has ever been before, a showcase and monument to the dreams of a child. it will not age, as i have, it just follows behind to remind others that there once was a girl that pretended to live there. across the hall i sleep in another girl's bed, dreaming her dreams. 041013
SUZIE G this room has had five homes in this town, but it has never been lived in. It stays essentially the same with all items meticulously placed down to the latin dictionary on the desk and the framed picture of my dead cat on the bookshelf. words and pictures make stories on the walls, and the sky blankets the bed. this new home will leave it dustier than it has ever been before, a showcase and monument to the dreams of a child. it will not age, as i have, it just follows behind to remind others that there once was a girl that pretended to live there. across the hall i sleep in another girl's bed, dreaming her dreams. 041013
tricky even though i have so many fights at home, even though i can't find peace, i know that this is the place where people love me and i can always find support. 050304
dandy Homelessness by choice with advice to optimize it

emmi it's raining outside and i'm going home, home.
i've finished my work and i'm going home, home.
i'm so in love and i'm going home, home.
end of song.
moving on thanks dandy. eeenteresting site.

there *was* only one place i had ever considered home. but places change and so do people.

but do you think these families will be considered irregular forever? is that the change you think will happen in your lifetime? just curious. nice blather. :)
minnesota_chris time to create my own domain. My own haven, my own kingdom. A place where even when I'm not around, everyone knows that I've been here. Perhaps a wonderful smell. 050423
Staind_And_Souless Home is a feeling I buried in you 050501

thanks asshole
Jana him 050804
marie the touch of his hands 050823
Rogue is a lucid topic. it's comforting and disgusting. i hate it and need it. 051006
misstree i've nearly forgotten what these are like.
it will be nice to have a den for the winter.
pete it really isn't anymore 051007
anja if i allow myself to fall into prayer 051010
his_name_is_a_hive home is in your head 051202
me i think this sight sucks 060308
Mzyxptlk Home...
Home is where the cat snuggles in your lap, where there's always a cup of coffee waiting, where you go after a hard day's work.
Home is what you envelop yourself in when everything else feels alien.
Home is smelling the stain in the carpet when you open the front door, remembering when she fell, dropped her dinner and broke her arm.
Home is where she takes off your soaked coat, where she puts you in front of the fire to warm your freezing hands, where she puts her arms around you to never let go again.
Home is the last place where you'd ever slam the door.
Home is where trespassing equals rape, where stealing equals kidnapping, where death equals murder.

Home is the center of us all.
god construction took my home. Fuck you sub divisions. 060701
violet strangt home is beneath the streetlights 060726
Somebody that I used to know What was it like? I remember fondly where mine was, but no longer. Uprooted to a place where I feel unwelcome. Weither or not they tell me this is my home, I know in my heart it is not. My home is only in his smile. The only place I find comfort. They are taking that away from me too.

This may be the place I am supposed to live, but it is not home.

Now that my parents uprooted me, I have no ground to call home. Nothing to call a base of operations. No longer saying: "if I get in trouble, I can always go home." No place to tell my energys to go. No where to stand. No ground at all.
gja Why am i not there? 070608
lisavilisa When I was in love once, I told him his arms felt like home
He was always more romantic than me
But I think that had more meaning than most of his poetry.
no reason i don't know what to do with myself here
no outlets for nervous energy
boom home, now that i'm coming home
will you be the same as when i saw you last?
tell me how much time has passed...
anythingbutcryptic the door slammed.
he was wasnt home, but it was the closest he could get. jane was the closest he could ever get. their history. their lives. dont want to sound cliched, but they were pretty much intertwined. or something.
he walked into the room, expecting to see jane. instead, kates smiling face greeted him, and she said to him with glee, 'lol! janes left.'
he looked at her blankly and said dryly, 'do you realise you just said lol?'
she giggled and said, 'yer, lmao.' as in lar mayo. but you get it, right? anyway so i want to talk in present tense now.
so he like takes out his gun and shoots kate.
of course she dies and yer kind of like
onto the floor.
anythingbutcryptic the door slammed.
he was wasnt home, but it was the closest he could get. jane was the closest he could ever get. their history. their lives. dont want to sound cliched, but they were pretty much intertwined. or something.
he walked into the room, expecting to see jane. instead, kates smiling face greeted him, and she said to him with glee, 'lol! janes left.'
he looked at her blankly and said dryly, 'do you realise you just said lol?'
she giggled and said, 'yer, lmao.' as in lar mayo. but you get it, right? anyway so i want to talk in present tense now.
so he like takes out his gun and shoots kate.
of course she dies and yer kind of like
onto the floor.
minnesota_chris the word "home" is one of the oldest English words, meaning "residence" in ancient Greek, Norwegian, Slavic, Gothic. In all these languages it means "where you live" differentiated from "house" meaning "the building around you." 080504
past after never really traveling for my first 23 years, these past few months have shown me what it is to have a place, a spot in space, to attach "mine" to. fresh back from my sixth trip in three months, with the next a few weeks away, just having the bunny running around my feet and knowing that there is no pressure to do anything when i am precisely here is comforting (though i will be heading out for the night in less than an hour). 081205
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In_Bloom I thought I always wanted one and sought it out for a long time
Now I don't care
Really, I don't care
djstar Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros -
Alabama, Arkansas,
I do love my ma and pa,
Not the way that I do love you.

Holy, Moley, me, oh my,
You're the apple of my eye,
Girl I've never loved one like you.

Man oh man you're my best friend,
I scream it to the nothingness,
There ain't nothing that I need.

Well, hot and heavy, pumpkin pie,
Chocolate candy, Jesus Christ,
Ain't nothing please me more than you.

Ahh Home. Let me come home
Home is wherever I'm with you.
Ahh Home. Let me go ho-oh-ome.
Home is wherever I'm with you.

La, la, la, la, take me home.
Mother, I'm coming home.

I'll follow you into the park,
Through the jungle through the dark,
Girl I never loved one like you.

Moats and boats and waterfalls,
Alley-ways and pay phone calls,
I've been everywhere with you.

We laugh until we think we'll die,
Barefoot on a summer night
Nothin' new is sweeter than with you

And in the streets you run afree,
Like it's only you and me,
Geeze, you're something to see.
[ Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros Lyrics are found on www.songlyrics.com ]

Ahh Home. Let me go home.
Home is wherever I'm with you.
Ahh Home. Let me go ho-oh-ome.
Home is wherever I'm with you.

La, la, la, la, take me home.
Daddy, I'm coming home.

Him: Jade
Her: Alexander
Him: Do you remember that day you fell outta my window?
Her: I sure do, you came jumping out after me.
Him: Well, you fell on the concrete, nearly broke your ass, you were bleeding all over the place and I rushed you out to the hospital, you remember that?
Her: Yes I do.
Him: Well there's something I never told you about that night.
Her: What didn't you tell me?
Him: While you were sitting in the backseat smoking a cigarette you thought was gonna be your last, I was falling deep, deeply in love with you, and I never told you til just now.

Ahh Home. Let me go home.
Home is wherever I'm with you.
Ahh Home. Let me go ho-oh-ome.
Home is where I'm alone with you.

Home. Let me come home.
Home is wherever I'm with you.

Ahh home. Yes I am ho-oh-ome.
Home is when I'm alone with you.

Alabama, Arkansas,
I do love my ma and pa...
Moats and boats and waterfalls,
Alley-ways and pay phone calls...

Ahh Home. Let me go home.
Home is wherever I'm with you.
Ahh Home. Let me go ho-oh-ome.
Home is where I'm alone with you...
djstar I reach for the plastic cup for more water
only to find it empty again.
Reach for the lightswitch but this home
is so new, my hand grazes an empty space.
Do I make my bed in hopes that someone will see?
Do I write these words for the same reason?
gja and ljr is where i want to be pick me up and turn me round. i feel numb born with a weak heart. i guess i must be having fun. 100727
re_alisma cosmically, we moved to where i grew up because my brother wanted to go to school, with certain schoolmates, to the school that we had to go to.

but i got a house that looked like the Little House on the Prairie house, which probably improved my imagination.

the location is nice, but not in any way a boon to me, socially. i don't even like the city very much, either. but i do still really like this house. it's a very comfortable 70s hippy house. that's just what it is. very comfortable. 70s. hippy house. it used to be down a gravel road. it's now the suburbs, but back in the day, it was a gravel road. i spent an hour and a half on the school bus every day. now, i just appreciate the uniqueness of the building and the forest preserve nearby.
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I.T.S. sitting on that back porch, nothing in my mind but the sounds of the crickets and the frogs and the whipporwills, eyes full of shadow and beauty. 120430
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