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i dont wanna be loved,
I feel like kurt cobain of Nirvana
Fighting to find that unbilicile chord
To ''climb right back up''
I feel like I want an island,
Somewhere to be alone,
Alone as an expecting mother can ever be.
Away from the chitter chatter of an office
Away from the crowdedness of a bar,
Somewhere I can swim under water
And not have to feel the tears on my face.
I don't wanna be taken care of
I want to disapear down a long, dark road
Where the stars light the only path I know.
Until I can find a place
That is simply, ''Home''.
No Place Beats Home
It is where you
keep your stuff:
secrets, memories,
all the loving
possible, nourishment
for more than
the body.
.
Home, where you
control time
and play, work
and rest.
.
Where no one
disturbs your peace.
Home, the space
where your life
rejeuvenates
and it smells
like you.
.
I read this poem and think of the homeless.