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THE LANGUAGE OF HOME

A relic of our sweet beginnings
THE LANGUAGE OF HOME

In those distant days, everything was clear. 

Oh how simple those days, devoid of arrogant reasonings; Oh how bluntly beautiful.

While the yearning for those distant times is great, there is nothing we can do but remember. To remember and cherish is our only branch of possibility, so today join us as we travel a corridor of memories.

INTO THE DYNASTY OF LEISURE-FULL CHRYSALIS
INTO THE DYNASTY OF LEISURE-FULL CHRYSALIS

Home, never one place

Distant worlds, all one heart.

We realize we are not the same.

 

The words dance,

Leap,

Burn.

 

Simple young innocence:

Finding a hero,

Mocking a villain.

Everything black and white. 

 

The paragraphs hug,

Build, 

Guard. 

 

Young hearts, 

Learning to love.

Discovering joy alongside pain.

Recognizing morality.

 

The characters crave,

Destroy, 

Create.

 

Children learn,

Children copy,

Children change.

Finding homes, changing us.

DISILLUSIONED DAYDREAMS
DISILLUSIONED DAYDREAMS

Memories tumble, twist, and turn,

Falling in love with everything we see.

Fingers burn against the snow,

Pictures turn into dust.

 

We forget the simple things. 

Stressing about what will come, 

Instead of what has come.

Instead of what we’ve seen.

 

We lose color, we live in black and white.

We lose love, we live in nothing.

Forgetting the simple things

Results in pain for all

 

Children laughing, watching leaves.

Kids acting, feeling joy.

It was simple then, color still in all aspects of life. 

 

Now we watch the colors drain, 

Photos grainy, hard to see.

Letters tearing, words smearing.

RUGGED MEMORIES
RUGGED MEMORIES

A collection of rocks is what we carry.

Shoulders heavy,

Our love; other-wordly.

 

Crimson rocks for passion.

Brown upon our crown.

Gray for all the child play.

 

Memories from the difficulties, 

Reflection on our decision.

Remember all the adventure.

 

Plenty of glory and

Shame from losing the game.

 

We carry the rocks,

Gained from all of our walks.

We share our rocks, 

Like proud peacocks. 

We hide our rocks,

Placed in the box.

REDISCOVERY OF A PERSONALITY
REDISCOVERY OF A PERSONALITY

Playing dress-up, 

feeling pumped up.

Nothing can touch

The head rush.

 

We are what we want,

A lovely enchantment. 

We act how we please, 

And watch time freeze. 

 

We act a person, 

No longer hidden.

Listen to our hearts, 

No longer fall apart.

 

As the time slows,

We watch everything glow.

Something new, 

Someone else to brew.

PALACE OF INTIMATE JOY
PALACE OF INTIMATE JOY

Bedazzled snow all around,

Shining like diamonds as they fall.

 

Chilly but warm,

Bright and white, 

 

Letting go seems 

Too far of a bad dream.

 

Snow forts, snowmen, snowballs,

Brilliant dreams of fun and joy,

 

The freezing chill,

Conquered by familial warmth.

 

While seeming too daunting, 

The enjoyment beats it all. 

 

Warm hugs and hot drinks,

Defeat the chill crawling up our spine. 

 

Love like snow,

Bright like thousands of diamonds.

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