#homeiswheretheheartis
… L 🪶 J …
I feel it call—
not loud, not urgent,
but constant…
a pull beneath my footsteps
leading me back home.
Nottingham—
you sit in my bones,
steady, known…
every street a heartbeat
I never really left.
I remember—
brick, lace, coal dust stories
in the air…
a city built from struggle
and the pride of standing tall.
Football roars—
through crowded Saturdays,
voices rise…
while cricket hums softer,
like summer stitched in time.
By the Trent—
I slow down, breathe it in,
finding myself…
water carrying whispers
of every year I’ve lived.
Goose Fair nights—
lights dancing on faces,
sugar and smoke…
toffee apples, laughter,
childhood spinning in colour.
Stone lions wait—
unchanged, unshaken,
watching all…
while deer move quiet and free,
like secrets the city keeps.
History speaks—
Saxon roots, Norman echoes,
stories burn…
Robin’s shadow still lingers
in corners we half-believe.
They used to say—
six girls to every boy…
maybe true…
but it’s the friends, the moments,
that made this place my own.
Because I miss—
more than streets and skylines,
more than sights…
I miss the voices that knew me
before I knew myself.
And maybe soon—
or maybe someday still,
I’ll Walk Back…
not as I was when I left,
but still belonging the same.
I am from here—
no matter the distance,
no matter when…
a Nottingham heart beats on,
calling me home again.
… L 🪶 J …
By Paul Baldry (LongJohn)
Mar 23
Mar 23, 2026 at 7:45 AM UTC
they say home is where the heart is
then my heart must be a nomad
my heart is with my mom's ****** jokes
with my dad's infectious laughter
with my mom's kindness
with my dad's dumb humor
with my cats and their spunky attitude
with the sunsets setting the sky ablaze
with every word I write
pouring out of my soul
they say home is where the heart is
then my heart must be a nomad
because I find something to love in everything
Apr 8, 2025
Apr 8, 2025 at 3:58 PM UTC
Puchong
Uncle's home
Condo
Brother's home
S.P.
Birthplace/Parents' home
Places where I have lived long
"Nǐ fēn dào zhèyàng zuò me? Yěshì nǐ de jiā ma."
It's also your home, I am told.
Really? Tell me more, o mind reader.
What other feelings I should feel
Please police my thoughts , while you're at it.
Nay, no, nein, bukan.
None of these places are my home
There are merely residences
Which owners let me have a roof above me
The locations where my flesh prison seek shelter.
Yes, I confess, sometimes I do slipped up
And referred to them as "my home"
But what you do not see or hear
Is me mentally correcting myself immediately
This is not some subconscious wish;
But a mere force of habit that I seek to break
Ah, one day, I will have my own place.
A house, or a pet-friendly apartment.
But no matter what, or where,
It will house only my body
For my heart will not be there
Just as it is no longer any of the places above.
Apr 5, 2021
Apr 5, 2021 at 6:37 AM UTC
Driving through the de-stress of another day
I can feel miles of worry fall away
Home, I am coming home
As tyres tread the familiar pass
The minutes drip through the hourglass
Only five more minutes to the underpass
Cars swarm like bees in honeycomb
Following the scent, the path leading home
Feeling the pull of your cologne
I can see the hug in your eyes
As your smile lights the world like fireflies
And your kiss rewires the heart ties
I am home.
Sep 15, 2018
Sep 15, 2018 at 4:22 PM UTC
I sit in my car for hours lately, I don’t want to go inside
The house I go home to daily isn’t home
It’s drywall, siding, and a couch that me and my home use to cuddle on together
I’ve been home less because I’m homeless right now
With my cardboard box, and Help Me Please Sign
I try to make unorthodox thoughts to re design
my homelessness issue
"It's just not possible at this point in time, to realign
my mind to see loneliness as an opportunity"
I say talking to my therapist next to me
You can tell me the stages of grief, and what I will feel
I just simply cant deal with it.
Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 11:17 AM UTC
Meditate a moment
Of quiet whispers
Soothing a restless mind
As it closes a door on the day
Home is found
Amongst the clutter
Blissfully drift into the embrace
Of the familiar quiet
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 4:27 PM UTC
I have a love. I have my home. I have my spot in this world.
I plan to keep it. I am back with my family, friends, life. Its nice
to be in a familiar place. I'm back at the place I love and others hate.
This town is home and the townspeople is my family. I love them and I wont give up on them. If i have a future... then so does my Home and Family.
Sep 5, 2016
Sep 5, 2016 at 8:12 PM UTC
If home is where the heart is,
Who did you sell mine to?
For I must traipse without delay,
To follow this lead through.
If home is where the heart is,
Why not me tell me that it's gone?
For I must now search day and night,
To hope you haven't won.
If home is where the heart is,
When did you sell on mine?
For I must go and beg not,
To find it on the line.
If home is where the heart is,
What possessed you so?
For I must scream and sob and cry,
To find out where to go.
If home is where the heart is,
Where are my stolen goods?
For I must cross this empty Earth,
To not drown in its floods.
*If home is where the heart is,
Why did you raze my own?
For I must leave you all behind,
To find my heart's new home.*
Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 3:56 PM UTC