#apartment poems on Hello Poetry

Zero Nine Jun 2017

I said I would leave

My hand
Never
Left the door

Or left
Your

Tender little heart

In what time it takes to grow I thought I would grow more
In the time it takes to take a break I thought I could explore ignorance and never return to melancholia.

I know I said I would leave but I return
Didn't I warn you before that I need you?
I am desperate to warm you and freeze your brittle bones.

I thought departure would heal the wounds I deeply knew only square paper under the tongue fixed though I know if I never left I would never have felt the heartbeat of my apartment.

I thought I could leave but I have to write.
I could have sworn I did not need you when the beginning and the end of my existence run completely through you, sometimes you only, those who see Samsara, know their place, still cling, and me, I cling to you.

One.

Kisses.

#samsara #cling #to #you #energies #departure #wounds #heal #heartbeat #apartment

Phoenix Bekkedal Jun 2017

Albino Moth

An albino moth wanders into my apartment
And I wonder how's it's stayed alive so far
And if it will fly low enough
for my dog to ****** out of the sky
And end a dynasty

I saw a white bug on the ground and that made me think of moths and yup

#moth #yup #dynasty #albino #apartment #fly

requiEM Jan 2017

my first place

Red sheets and the
Cool sides of my crimson pillow case.
Warm air
Breezes into my brand new place.
My fan is rotating
The birds are conversating
The sun will rise soon
And then it will be noon
And then the day will be done
But I'll still feel the sun
From my heart beat sheets
And my room, complete.

#first #home #sun #happy #content #room #requiem #place #complete #apartment

STLR Nov 2016

My Cave

it looks like the inside of my cortex

Loose screws with a loose table for my verbal contortions

A few books and spells surrounded by potions

Vertical blinds shut tight, the way they were forced in

Mattress on the floor
tucked on top of a box spring

Fornication smell, but no room for my offspring

I don't live alone, instead, I live with these objects

Mac 27 inch, I pad that's never dim...tech floods the room like CSI evidence

Solid speakers to echo feelings a resonance

Window closed, but when it's open the moonlight just settles in

This is my cave but, you can call it my residence.

when i lived with my ex..

#ex #past #cave #fucklove #oldlife #apartment

b e mccomb Jul 2016

prewarmed house

you're painting
the kitchen walls
baby duck
yellow.

you have houseplants
despite the lack of
sunlight
but i don't
think you know how
dark it really is.

you painted
my bedroom walls
dark green
i guess you covered
up the words i once
carved in the wall.

florals and snowflakes
now you get the
keyring and
i promise we won't
accidentally break in
like we did to him.

i might be an
incurable cynic
(which i know you
never know how to take)
but i sincerely hope
you're happy here.

i sincerely hope
my pessimism is not
cooling down your
prewarmed house.

i sincerely hope
you never become
jaded by who you
learn people truly are.

and i sincerely hope that
whatever darkness you may
or may not find never dims
your new living room light
or the radiance you've
always carried with you.

Copyright 12/9/15 by B. E. McComb

#regret #home #pity #house #cynicism #apartment #poetfreak #housewarming

oui Apr 2016

Women don't date boys

****
It's hitting me and it's hitting me hard as I unpack the shoes you'd always tell me to wear into this new and vacant room, no mattress no furniture as you sleep in the bed I slept in for over a year. And who knows who will sleep there from now on and **** they better appreciate how perfect your cats are or that you don't snore in your sleep like a lot of boys do.

But that's the thing, I fell in love with a silly stupid boy. Women do not date boys. I should not have dated a boy.

#heartbreak #empty #**** #boys #breakup #women #shoes #apartment

Manic Bipolar Kid Apr 2016

Apartment?

My house is beautiful
I think
Sorry
Our house is beautiful
Wait
Our apartment is beautiful
And I am
Not Sure

I am Not Sure

#god #not #sure #small #grateful #rip #off #apartment #idiocracy

Poems by Dayana Sep 2015

Alone. Maybe?

Oh the allure
of myself
here I am standing
along side
open windows
into the world
so that I become
like a moving painting
to those bystanders
looking
but there is no one
so I stand
and forget
I cry
and I dance
I am a moving piece of artwork
to the bystanders looking
but there is nobody
so that I become consumed
by my own mind,
hrowing and heaving
dancing and crying
so that I am a moving piece of artwork
to the one person
staring
when they stare I do not know
but I am aware that they look
otherwise I wouldn't feel so
ashamed
to be a moving piece of artwork
to the bystanders.

#alone #house #building #apartment