Hoping for Home

Let me tell you about this place,
That nothing can compare to.
My home--my home sweet home.
Come, let me show you.
For this is a happy place,
As I hope you'll get to see.
A place where you feel whole,
A place for you to be.
And in this home you're blessed
In so many different ways.
My home is where the heart is,
The place it likes to stay.

And as I lie here
In pain and deep distress,
I dream about my home
With its image on my chest.
My home is far away from here
From this deep and troubled land,
And as I cry in agony
I pray to understand.
How I traveled so far away
How I came on this road?
For when I found myself lost,
I discovered lands unknown.
And I traveled deeper within
Praying hard to get out
Looking for my home
Not quite knowing how.

My home--my home sweet home,
The place I want to be.
Let me out of this dark place,
Please, someone help me.
My home--I want to go home.
I want peace within my heart.
The darkness here frightens me,
And is tearing me apart.
My home--my sanctuary.
You are so far away.
I'll continue dreaming for you,
Continue to hold on and pray.

Has Anyone Seen the North Star?

I hate admitting defeat almost as much as I hate admitting I need help. But, a lost traveler must admit he's lost his way and be able to stop and ask for directions. So...I will admit defeat and ask for help finding the North Star; I seem to have lost my way.

It's one of those times in my life where I feel I'm being pulled into way too many different directions that I've forgotten what road I started traveling on. It's like the puppet on the string scenario--the puppet doesn't realize he had strings until he's finally freed from his chains. Too bad I haven't been freed just yet...

I don't know where my life is headed, I don't know where the North Star is...and I'm just beginning to see that I may need a little more help finding my way back home then I thought.

Sea of Sorrows

And by each breath and with each sigh

I feel the water and pain settling in,

And slowly falling, I look up to the sky

Admitting defeat; wanting to win.

Drowning in the Sea of Sorrows,

Sinking deeper and deeper in the large abyss

Helplessly fighting, wanting a "tomorrow"

Unable to swim, unable to persist.

Damn my enemies for condemning me here,

Executing misery to bring me my death.

My reality becomes my deepest fear,

That the sea will take my one and only breath.

If only there was a way to get out of this sea,

But alas, the person that threw me was me.

Lost

I think I'm going to run away
To a place where no one can find me.
New faces, a new life, a new day
And this way I'll get to live, get to be
Deep down inside who I really am.
They see my label, and I'm so much more.
Because they just don't seem to understand
Who I am, my inner core.
So I'll run away, as fast as I can go
It doesn't matter how, doesn't matter where
And when I'm gone, I hope they'll know
The pain was mine, it was never theirs.
So I run faster and faster each day
Looking forward hoping for the best
Trying to find out my very own way
Seeking an adventure, seeing it as a test.
But somewhere along this dangerous road
I seemed to have lost track of the light
I sit in the dark in the vast unknown
Feeling lost and empty unable to fight.

I didn't mean to hurt them, they had to have known
I wasn't thinking clearly, it was all a bunch of lies.
I didn't mean to leave them, I just had to go.
I couldn't bear it no longer, it made me want to cry.
But their pain still lingers within me here
Although I've run, I'm now long gone
Their worries, their guilt, their faces, their fears
Ring constant within me as a sad, sad song.
I ran away forever, only looking ahead,
I ran away from there, trying to find refuge
I ran away, I remember what I said
I ran away from there with nothing to run to.
I look back and see the damage I left behind me,
Questioning why I never stayed to fight
Realizing now I fled and chose defeat.
I just want one more chance to try and make it right.

The Breath of My Heart

(My SDSU Petition)

Passionless words are dead, because passion brings words to life. William Wordsworth said, “Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart,” as the heart is the key to the soul and writing its sole escape. Our hearts are filled with one of our most precious treasures, our passion; it opens up through our writing and breathes life into words revealing the depths of our souls.

I will not attempt to excuse my discrepancies, as there is no excuse—but a few grammatical errors do not limit my writing capabilities. Wordsworth’s choice of the word “breathings” may be considered grammatically incorrect, though no one would question his diction. It is not the grammar that makes Wordsworth’s writing good, but the passionate words that make them masterpieces.

My heart beats from the power of persistence and its key is my pen. Journalistic strength is a journey, reaching those unable to discover the truth and fueled by constant determination. It is a journey I choose to pursue, revealing the truth to those who cannot find it themselves. This is my passion, my heart’s greatest treasure. This is the breath of my life.