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evan-davis
Coming home to my little nest Working backwards to find the inside of my stomach no one cares and that's okay it's really okay I am looking for the comfort in being nothing
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Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 9:02 PM UTC
Untitled
I sometimes wish that I could just be content But then I wouldn't be me
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Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 1:59 AM UTC
Untitled
How long from this moment will no one know I ever existed? How many people know about my Great Grandfather Howard Hubbard?
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Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 1:15 AM UTC
Howard
There is breathing that is yours it is mine for now and it is warm the breaths I borrow from you fleet rhythm We play a song from bad speakers that I've been listening too everyday for a few days The song is a blanket it's not down but nothing's perfect underneath it is warm like the breathing The wind outside is noisier than the song not knocking but clanking cold on my windows I am thinking of the cold outside I am under the blanket that is the song I am under a window that faces the highway I try to think of nothing But I cannot think of nothing because I am thinking of the song this song written decades before me this song that is short I am afraid that the song will end I am warm and thinking of being cold Even under this blanket I am not listening to the song I am thinking of the next song the song I don't know the song that I am afraid of
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Oct 19, 2017
Oct 19, 2017 at 4:40 PM UTC
"Bless the telephone"
When you don't have a home you begin to appreciate the things you do own the cloth that hugs my arms and back and neck that warms my body and becomes a pillow for a nap on a slopped fleshy hillside
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Apr 27, 2017
Apr 27, 2017 at 2:27 PM UTC
Untitled
which I wanted at the time a moment and then second guessed so soon for years for I saw what it looked like from outside of me, when inside it suited a side of me perhaps not all sides but a side
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Nov 30, 2016
Nov 30, 2016 at 2:04 PM UTC
My Orange Jacket
When sadness takes me, my head is my bedroom and my bedroom has not been cleaned. I cannot see the floor. Sometimes I am so sad that I put it on a paper. With the energy left, I pick up a pen or type a key, and then: I AM SAD. And there it is, the sadness, there you are, without clutter. Sometimes I am so sad that I write it down. So I can look at the sadness, there, away from me.
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Nov 19, 2016
Nov 19, 2016 at 8:34 PM UTC
When Sadness Takes Me
Before I used to eat my burgers plain Then one day I added cheese Soon I added onion and then lettuce Eventually I understood tomatoes Now the world is mine
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Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 5:11 PM UTC
Tomatoes