A night or two at Heartbreak Hotel.
J Arden Drew
J Arden Drew
Oct 6, 2014

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)
you're hotel despondent,
Madison Jade Gardner
Madison Jade Gardner
Jan 27      Jan 29

To compare you to a summers eve
wouldn't serve the justice,
but when your heart is open
I know your years are numbered.

One after another
they parade in your life
pillaging, stealing, burning
your eternal happiness

I'm worshiping at your alter
and keeping tabs
on your little sadnesses
but you're on your knees beside her.

I only want to see you happy
oh, how comical.
You didn't try
and you don't care.

I see pity in your eyes,
and rage rises,
because I'm not one to be pitied
or made a fool of.

And yet you make me one,
every time.
A little girl, it seems,
gawking at an idol.

I won't do this anymore,
I've suffered my damages
paid my fines
and checked out

So bring your guests,
have your parties,
lay your heart out
I wont pick up your pieces.

Because my love,
as much as it hurts,
you're hotel despondent,
and I won't be staying anymore.

Nov 5, 2014

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.

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

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

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

This hotel is unique.
Charlie B
Charlie B
Apr 20, 2014

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.

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