Clothes drop on the floor
A quick sigh
Should have put it in the Cart
Could have fallen anyways
And on the wheels
The floor is better
But the bottom of the shoes touch
Pee from the bathrooms
Cigarette buds from the floor
Old food
"Hose down the bottom part of the shoes" anti-bacterial wipes on the floor
I'm walking on invisible paper
Never mind

May 26

In a little pile by the bathroom,
a collection of my clothing engraved.
Though the cloth is cyclically exchanged,
the pile serves as vowed remain.
I say I keep them there in case,
but we both know it's promised trace
that any time I leave this place
there is a never-ending return.

I am whole-heartedly, undoubtably in love.
We do not live together,
but I stay there every night.
I am always here, so I keep a small collection of clothing that I leave by the bathroom door. A wall area in which I have claimed for my belongings. I keep them there in case I need to change, yes, but it is also symbolic of my return any time I leave. It is assurance that no matter what happens, I HAVE to get my things back. Almost like a promised excuse.
The clothing is "engraved" because I always leave them there, and even if I have to wash them, I leave a variety of articles "cyclically exchanged" so that the wall is never vacant.
All of the end words, except the first and the last line, are mainly like-rhyme. I used this to articulate the fluidity yet imperfectness of our love. I used words such as, "engraved, vowed, promised" to describe the pile of clothing because they are also used to describe marriage, wedding rings, etc. I am nineteen and marriage is not in my current desires, but this little pile of clothing is what I use to promise the continuation of my love. This poem is short and a pile of clothes is simple to illustrate how easy and simple our love is. We are not hung up on technicalities or societal structure but rather a realistic, honest bond.
A love as honest as laundry.
Lines 5-7 rhyme perfectly to illustrate the rhythm that two souls create as time goes on.
#love   #honest   #simple   #grateful   #clothes   #laundry  
Into another like laundry.
Marlena R
Marlena R
Dec 10, 2014

The kind of love that’s aching...
I watch days fold
Into another like laundry.
Time never ends just like it,
So I measure your absence
in pant seams I press together.

It’s simple to do,
Making straight, clear-cut lines
Two halves just have to join together.
I still love you.
You do, too.
Our union should be
as simple as this routine.

How long though, until I see you?
And If then, If we go back?
Will you fold again?
If you do, I swear
to be fair to my heart
I'll lay this love out to dry.
I can't take you back.

(c) 2014 Marlena

where my mom takes my dirty laundry away to be cleaned
Jam Rock
Jam Rock
Mar 13, 2013

Id kill to go back home
where my bedroom still looks the same
where my mom takes my dirty laundry away to be cleaned
but my dirty laundry piles up now
and I wanna go home
where my laundry doesnt sit in the corner for me to look at

It's a laundry list of problems.
Oct 23, 2013

It's a laundry list of problems.
Nothing that someone hasn't had before.

Except now they are mine.

Why is this laundry mine by the way?
I didn't ask for it.

I'd rather have a nice vacation.

Do you think I can take them to the cleaners?
Maybe speedy express would work.

Can't hurt to try.

The pile just grows bigger and bigger.
What if I washed some things together?

Will one of them bleed?

Maybe it can hurt if I try.
How will I know?

Anyone out there?

Nov 1, 2014

I used to toss and turn in your arms, but now it's just a body lying lonely between barely warm sheets.

A heartbeat before,
now it is just the clock ticking.

Hey hey hey lovely reader!
How are you today?
My laundry consists
Riq Schwartz
Riq Schwartz
Jun 22, 2014

My laundry consists
of clumps of socks, jeans, bed sheets
Once-used towels, and you.

#regret   #haiku  
folding laundry with you
Apr 20, 2013

folding laundry with you

singing don't let me down

and you know

i never will,

but those words look lovely

on your lips.

today Jasper and I put on the Mission to Mexico soundtrack and sang all the songs together while folding his clothes in an attempt at cleaning his room. I've bothered him about it for a few months and today we felt spontaneous so we started cleaning it at random.

An example of the simple parts of love, I suppose.
I joke about watching the laundry
Danielle Shorr

I joke about watching the laundry
in the machine when
what I really mean is I could
watch you for the same amount
of time without losing interest

but I just can't learn how to do laundry
Lola Stardust
Lola Stardust
Aug 24, 2013

I wish I could wash you away from me
every little fragment of love I still feel for you
drowned in soap.

but I just can't learn how to do laundry
when it comes to you.

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