Home isn't Home

Home used to be
A place for warm brownies
And a big glass of milk
Where people laughed and
Michevious family played

A place of hugs and
Warm greetings and
Careless evenings
With family
To enjoy

Home's not home anymore

It's a house
Of taunting words and
Disrespect
No milk and brownies
Just arguements

It's a roof
That criminals have spoken under
In the guise of dear family
Betryal and anger
Lurk in this house

Murderers have laughed here
Thieves have smiled here
And family
Is not what family
Should be

This is not home anymore

Back when I was an innocent child
And nobody was guilty
And this house was a home
When I didn't care about my family's faults
And I trusted them

My little dream-home was shattered
Back-stabbing and lies
Are written in these walls
A terrible truth
Guilty

Home isn't home anymore




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Kale
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Kale wrote a review · Mon Jun 25, 2012 3:14 am

This poem was really simple, which really made it hit all the harder, emotionally-speaking. Honestly, I really don't have much to say. This poem was sad, it made me feel sad, and it was refreshing because it really felt genuine. The simplicity really made it real even though the first stanza had me expecting typical fluffy happy first-attempts-at-poetry stuff.

I'm glad I kept reading long enough to find out that this wasn't the typical fluffy happy first-attempts-at-poetry stuff. Really, really glad.

The one thing that I think this poem could benefit from, and something I think will help add to the simple authenticity of this, is [/i]not[/i] capitalizing the first letter of every line. The reason I say that is because the whole "The first letter of every line MUST capitalized, OR ELSE!!!" thing comes from form poetry, which follows very strict rules of construction and language. This poem does not, and having an element of it which hearkens to such controlled expression feels a bit out-of-place for this piece. The lack of capitalization would also tie in nicely with the lack of punctuation, both visually and thematically.

It's something worth considering, if you ever revisit this piece (or even read this review, for that matter).

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Demora
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Love it man, it really speaks out.



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