there is serenity on the bathroom floor
among the cold tiles
sending the sense of euphoria all throughout your struggling body
the pain
it feels so good
to just sit in the silence
with nothing
but the brisk air
and the cold tiles
sending chills down the spine
that you didn't think you had
because it was so hard to stand
just collapsing on that bathroom floor
with nothing but the readiness and acknowledgment of knowing it's okay to feel the end
because it is inevitable
it comes for all of us
and you may not be scared
but you must be petrified
for when the moment comes
it will feel the same as your body on the cold tiles
and the brisk air will take you away
with the serenity still there
as you enter the gates of wherever the air sweeps you to

I broke a mirror today
Clearing the smell of
Someone else's **** from
My downstairs bathroom;
It's wise to have
Future plans.

Can’t go but I gotta go
Got to let that yellow
Water flow
Think of waterfalls
Of river ways
Of ocean filled days
And I can’t get to sleep
Till I get this **** out of the way
I hum, I moan
I gasp alone
Sound like an old man
In an old folk’s home
Cause I got to go
I shake and twirl it
Yell and curse it
But I still can’t go
I lean against the wall
Grunting loud enough
To hear it down the hall
Forcing it so hard
That I almost **** ****
But I still can’t go
Finally I stop
Still myself
Talk gently
Whisper softly
To relieve myself
And the sprinkle starts
I passed on the poo farts
And a steaming stream
Explodes from me
Free
I can finally go to sleep
But now I am not tired
Fuuuccccck

its easy
to love me
at 2a.m.
If I'm happy.

but what if,
I'm on the bathroom floor,
upset.

A broken heart is a dropped mirror against the bathroom floor
each shard scattering across the linoleum,
fragments reflecting the hidden parts
to something they thought they knew, oh so well.

The lining around the toilet really needs some hands on work--
behind it the sand dunes of the Arabian Desert.
Clumped up hair trying to mimic the humps of camels,
and a lone razor blade as frayed as
a lost wandered amongst the sand.

Wooden panels enriched with the holes of last times termites--
corners splayed with the webbings,
of those **** daddy long legs,
and a pincher bug trudging their way to a hole in the corner.

Picking up the pieces, was something to learn from.
This common room they thought they knew, oh so well,
actually had a hidden world just beneath their view.
Maybe the heart broke just like the mirror,
to open the mind to all the other things near by.

Don't even bother squatting above the seat.
In the water lives ***** that can jump ten feet.

I logged onto the free WiFi from a bathroom stall, to find information regarding the class I was to attend in half an hour. I found contradictory information between the contents of my backpack and postings on the internet. Now I am unsure of where to go or what to do. Now I don't want to leave this stall at all. I put on my **** it up pants today. Now I cant convince them to button and zip.

If you want to feel safe,
Or even just calm
I know somewhere that you can go.
Find a bathroom stall- nice and clean
Make sure there are no gaps above the door and walls
No spaces high
And no spaces low
Sit on the seat, touch your finger tips to each side
Close your eyes and stare at the smooth surface
Leave your worries (or your mind) outside
It may sound crazy
Or a bit bizzare
But give it a try
It isn't far

I was told she's a demon
But she's my best friend
And I never want her to go

I kept getting asked
If I was ready to release her
I asked if I could go to the bathroom by myself
I was told no, and said
There's your answer

I love her
Even if I'm the only one
I hope she stays
With me forever
Because I can't do anything without her