About Me
- Heiriana
- New Jersey, United States
- Now keep in mind that Im an artist and Im sensitive about my ish. Every since I was young I always wrote poems, songs, and short stories. So of course when asked what I wanted to be when I grew up my first intial reaction was to say writer. Overtime the responses to that answer changed me, but never changed my way of thinking. I was told, "to be a writer was an impractical dream." And "Writing should be a hobby not a career." But in the words of my favorite artist I believe "if they don't know your dreams, then they can't shoot them down". Writing is more than just a passion to me. Like air, it flows thru me. It's my reason for life, my reason to live. My poems are like my diary, how I view the world, life, and love. So feel free to read my poems. Take a look at things thru my eyes, my dreams and my thoughts from living life with my head in the clouds.
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
No Place Like Home
I’ve hungered for its knowledge of existence because of its magical wonders told and heard. Even being within it now I still crave for the definition of this one word. Baffled how its contrary emotions contradict one another. How can this affection bring so much pain and when it’s so strong makes me so weak? Now that reality is better than my dreams I can’t even sleep. I’ve found the other half to complete me and yet still I think I’ve lost myself. I forgot about the pearl inside by the time I was able to open the shell. I lost sight of my “I” becoming an us by the time I realized I was IN love. I lost sight of the meaning behind the roses and the doves. How when with you I’m so alive and without you I’m almost dead. That you’re not only my lover but also my best friend. Your love convicted me with question marks where there should have just been periods. I want to be with you no excuses, period. Our hearts mended together, forever. My tunnel dark with mistakes is now fully lit from your light to let me know that this is right. Your heart is my home and you’re the reason I breathe. Comforted by the feeling known, because love loves me. I’m sorry for questioning us it’s all so brand new and I simply did not know. And now that I do I also know that there’s no place like home.
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