Home Is Where The Heart Is
Author: KitKatrina


I wrote a message in the sand,
Hoping that it would stay,
I wrote this message with my hand,
But it soon washed away,
I had written a message of hate,
Hoping that thatís what itíd rid,
It seemed like it washed away ďgreatĒ,
Thatís the one thing that it did,
Itís like I jinxed myself that one day,
For everything has gone wrong,
All my friends are going away,
And now I need to be strong,
I feel like I canít even write anymore,
My passion is slowly fading,
I hope it comes back like it was here before,
Or my life Iíll forevermore be hating,
When I write itís like a dream,
Where I can only be me,
Or at least thatís what it seemed,
Because I felt so free,
Like a feather in the sky,
So light and so carefree,
If only I could fly,
Just like a bumblebee,
I call it the zone,
A place I love to stay,
I call it my home,
And I hate to stay away,
Maybe Iíll just never leave here,
Iíll stay in the zone and write all day,
Where everything is clear,
And all my pain just goes away,
This place is my zone,
My heart is where the zone is,
This place is the home,
Home is where the heart is!


Comments on this poem/writing:

Ben ( -- Friday, October 24 2003, 06:29 am

That Zone, KitKatrina..........

That zone, KitKatrina, is one we have in common! I really like a lot about this poem. I like your style and freshness. You have a real talent going for you. I could see you being a very good songwriter. I do make one request, though. If you stay in that zone all day take some good food with you! And Keep Writing! Thank You!***Ben
Sarah Taurus ( -- Friday, October 24 2003, 08:09 pm

Home IS where the heart is...

That was an interesting poem. Its like it made sense, but in a weird way. I loved it and It is very clever.
I enjoy reading all of your poems and I'd like to hear more from you... Good luck! Kitkatrina!
Terrie* ( -- Thursday, November 6 2003, 05:33 pm

KIitkatrina this is very touching.....

thru your poems i get a piture of a vulnerable young lady whom has a beautiful glow due to a tender heart and are truly an inspiration to all those that you come in contact/w... in your young age you have seen so much sadness and thru you touch and your angelic voice you help yet another soul and always forgetting 'bout yourself...take time for yourself sweetie..reward yourself...
Leah ( -- Saturday, November 8 2003, 12:47 am


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