My Home“Home is where the heart is.”

Blah blah blah.

What a bunch of rubbish.

I prefer other people’s homes

With best friends.

Pulling up in the driveway

And before I even get there

People slam open the door

And run towards me screaming their hearts out

That’s our way of saying, “Hello, how are you?”

Having water fights,

That lead to marshmallow or

Left over pizza fights

That the pizza guy brought.

Munching down on all the food that’s in the fridge

And trying new recipes with scraps.

Watching movies just for the commercials

Saying every thought that was in our mindAnd reading out loud like an announcer would say.

Looking at old yearbooks

Laughing at some

Awing at others

And hiding our own

Desperate to dance at random moments

Singing like we’re the next American Idol

Starving for the love of friends

And being who you want to be.

Planning to go swimming at three or four in the morning

But never make it til then,

After our time vanishes

Before we have the slightest thought it did

Parents come to take us home

Leaving with memories,

Good times,

And a good mood.

Knowing that a get together is always

Something to come back to.

By Melissa Tylinski

My Home“Home is where the heart is.”

Blah blah blah.

What a bunch of rubbish.

I prefer other people’s homes

With best friends.

Pulling up in the driveway

And before I even get there

People slam open the door

And run towards me screaming their hearts out

That’s our way of saying, “Hello, how are you?”

Having water fights,

That lead to marshmallow or

Left over pizza fights

That the pizza guy brought.

Munching down on all the food that’s in the fridge

And trying new recipes with scraps.

Watching movies just for the commercials

Saying every thought that was in our mindAnd reading out loud like an announcer would say.

Looking at old yearbooks

Laughing at some

Awing at others

And hiding our own

Desperate to dance at random moments

Singing like we’re the next American Idol

Starving for the love of friends

And being who you want to be.

Planning to go swimming at three or four in the morning

But never make it til then,

After our time vanishes

Before we have the slightest thought it did

Parents come to take us home

Leaving with memories,

Good times,

And a good mood.

Knowing that a get together is always

Something to come back to.

By Melissa Tylinski