What I Think of When I see Ashes

Home.
It's a strange word.
Some think it's a place, but not me.
If home is a place, call me homeless.
No, home is your hair.
These deep brown pieces of perfection.
These stories waiting to be told.
The bad ones can be cut so that better ones grow.
To me home is your skin.
Home is a quilt of scars and freckles 
Stitched with patterns of grace and glory.
Home.
My home has an accent that melts your heart.
It is the only place that makes me feel whole.
When I leave home
I pray that it's there when I return
But my home is as free as the wind.
That's what I love about home.
Sometimes when I cannot see my home
I feel like something is just missing.
Then I remember what they say
And how true it really is,
"Home is where the heart is."

What it Means to Be Me. Free.

I am a child of the water.
Of violent waves that swallow the masses
Blue, purple, black, green, brown
That's me. I am imperfectly beautiful
Because my mother is the sea
And my father is Lake Pontchartrain.
Feel me when the sky rains and wind destroys
Men think they can control me
Predict be. Own me.
But I cannot be tamed because
I am their destruction.
Feel me as the flow cleanses your soul
You think you can taint me
Waste me. Dry me.
But I will not be trashed because
I am your salvation.
I am something terrible because
I am something wonderful.
I am something tragic because
I am something everybody needs
But not everybody has.
Teasing the desert air.
Bragging at dry the island sand.
You can think you have me
But you cannot always use me.
Swimming further and further
I am there when you lose hope.
I am the sight of fulfillment.
There is a need for balance
Because I am a great thing to have
But the smallest molecule
Can ruin me for everyone.
Take it or leave it.
I am a child of the water.
They tried to name me time and time again.
Hurricane Frances was the only one that fit.
Because I am freedom.

Revamp

I decided to just post poetry and short stories and all that hipster kind of stuff since I fail at blogging.

Enjoy. Or don't.

If you think it's about you, it might be. If you love it, share it. If I say your name, now you know.

I'll try not to hold back.

Most will be oldies that I never shared, but some will be newbies.

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