Home There's a wave of scentHome by ~irasaku
Every time I come home.
It hits me as soon as I open the door
A wall of comfort,
A wall of home.
It's gone in a flash, because it only exists
When I've been away for a while.
It's as if time stops when I'm gone,
And everything is as it used to be.
There's a chocolate pie in the fridge
Made with the real Jell-O,
Not the instant kind.
I know it's been there for hours
Because my parents know I like it cold,
Slightly frozen.
There's always a piece missing,
A practical joke courtesy of my Dad,
Usually a crude circle
Taken from the very middle.
I chuckle and sit at the table.
The TV on in the background,
Tell me Tell meTell me by ~irasaku
A good story
One of dragons and love
Or valor and good character
I'll wait
Writer The clacking of the keyboard keysWriter by ~irasaku
Seem to get louder
At night.
My roommate is sleeping,
Thankfully like a rock
And I am writing
Unable to calm my mind
And enjoy peaceful sleep
It must be nice
To have a quiet mind
To not be constantly thinking up
Characters and plotlines
Similes and descriptions
Things a writer
Must cherish
Must value
Artistic 
