A night or two at Heartbreak Hotel.
J Arden Drew

It's a little cliché, is it not?
But we've all spent a few nights here.
Some of us have spent months,
Whereas others have spent years...
We've all drenched our pillows
With those bitter, endless tears
And we all know how it feels
To have faced our darkest fears.

Abuse, rejection, neglect, what else is there?
Betrayal, desertion, regret, hell it’s warfare!

Some of us lock ourselves away,
Others drop to their knees and pray,
But is there any true and pure solution?
Any perfect way to achieve retribution?

The answer is no, there is not.

We just have to do our time,
Behind the bars of love’s prison cell.
We must accept and persevere, spend
A night or two at Heartbreak Hotel.

(by J. Arden Drew)

Revolving doors
drugs and drank
the combination of it all began to stank.

Dirty beds
body heat and ashe covered sheets
greasy take out, we usally eat.

Strange rooms
bic lighters, smoke, and incense
last check in with my innocence.

#hotel  
I remembered our hotel staircase
Heather Butler
Heather Butler
Sep 7, 2010

I remembered our hotel staircase
and was suddenly sick with longing for you.
In my mind you're as beautiful as ever
and your voice still floats like
young spiders' silk threads in the air.
All the midnight city lights only
serve to remind me
of how long it's been since i last
held your hand.
Could I hold your hand again?

Heather Butler; 2010
My heart is like a tiny hotel;
Nestor David Armas
Nestor David Armas
Dec 30, 2012

My heart is like a tiny hotel;
People check in and check out
Some leave without a trace
Other leave a mess,
But there is a penthouse suite
Reserved just for you;
And when you check in
I’ll personally come by,
And when you check out
I’ll never ask why;
I’ll call you a taxi
And wave goodbye;
With a smile on my face
And a tear in my eye;
I’ll send you off
Until the next hi…
© okpoet

lakej
Jun 15, 2013

i am
a word on a page
a body centred on white linen

silence, save for
the rush of air through vents
exhales from mechanical lungs

the sounds of someone else's breathing
but the sensation of solitude

hello
hello
Jun 13, 2013

i thought a lot of things about you
i thought we would never get to this point
but we did
i dont know how i feel
i have been pretty vacant

This hotel is unique.
Charlie B
Charlie B
Apr 20

This hotel is unique.
It is one of a kind.
There is none other out there.

It's been around for decades.

Over time it has become more discerning.
Not just anyone can enter,
do as they please.
It wasn't always like that.

There are the regulars
who have been there
since opening day.

The long term stays.
Those only visiting
for a little while -
or maybe longer.

Then there are the one timers.
Most were a pleasure to have -
some, not so much.
A few have even come back.

But the ultimate guest is
a permanent resident
Someone who loves the hotel
very much.
So much in fact,
they never wish to leave.

on hotel floors,
Tim Knight
Tim Knight
May 7, 2013      May 7, 2013

Hiding in toilet suites
on hotel floors,
above showers-for-two,
and below countless stairs.

Dodge large lobby hallways
and the corridor artery, early-décor, maze,
run past cleaner’s cupboards:
potions for the unsavoury, unclean,
another lost, single mother.

A room service delivery
to a door you don’t own,
yet it keeps the unknown
fears and doubts
out.

Flick and press that remote
because long nights lead
to hours of unrest,
you’re tired of this hotel,
you’re tired of their upper-class clientèle,
you’re tired of that artificial smell,
you’re tired.

from coffeeshoppoems.com
hotel deaths are so overdramatic
liza
liza
Jun 2

hotel deaths are so overdramatic
they're just random people who checked in for a day's rest that just happened to last forever

and hotel suicides
home's not a five star

but all of the murders
because they were still found
after they shaved half their heads
and dyed what's left red
and changed their names
and wore green contacts
and hurried the fuck up to hide

hotels are petri dishes for killing bacteria.

inspired by a newspaper article or two
#death   #hotel  
Hotel California and
Madeleine V H
Madeleine V H
Jul 3, 2013

So I cried
and I cry
and I cannot stop
because she wants
the exact same
things I want from
you.
Except, she gets
them and all I get
is empty promises
and some more
pain and sleepless
nights that you will never
comfort me through.
Being in love with
you is the most
tragic and beautiful
thing that has ever
happened to me.
You are my
Hotel California and
now I can never
leave.

 
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