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JR Falk Jun 2015
I didn't think about you very much at all today.
But I just heard the door open,
and for a solid five seconds,
I legitimately thought you came back.
Mind, *** stop it
Nicole Dawn May 2015
Have you ever played
Green screen door?

Anything with
Double letters
Can go through

Anything without doubles
Stays behind

Sadness can go through
But joy stays

Depression may pass
But love may not go

Anxiety-attacks can go
But calm must stay

I can pass through
But my sister cannot

I think I see why
Nicole Dawn May 2015
You are only happy
When the door of opportunity
Sits wide open,
With signs telling you
How to pass through

You are hopeless,
When the door is open,
But you can't find it

You are angry
When you can find the door
But it is locked

You are sad
When someone shuts the door
Right in your face

You are anxious
When you see the door
But are too scared to go through

You are depressed
When you lie by the door
But lack the energy to get up
And go through

This is why
Happiness
Is so hard to achieve
Doing rhyme
     is doing time

You commit the crime
     they hang you out on the line

When all the crystaled dreams
     come crashing to the floor

When it's your turn to walk
     but there's no door

You tried and gave your all
     And the promises have just stalled

. . . I thought I'd call . . .
     and was put on hold . . .

Feeling my age , getting old
     realizing my mortality
This was written in November 6 , 1993 .
Three days after my 43rd birthday . Woo-hoo !
Nicole Dawn May 2015
I was feeling so trapped;
I wanted to die.
I locked all the doors,
Thought, "why even try?"

Yet soon I want out.
But I can't find the key.
So I break through the window,
I've escaped now you see?
I was feeling very down awhile ago, but things are looking a little better now :)
Angie S May 2015
on my way to where i am now
i’ve carried a bag of burdens, slung on my back
and there was a hole in the bottom
and all the hope was small enough to fall out
i could tell you about my journey,
but here’s what i left out

i forgot to stop to smell the flowers
and when i did they all shriveled up
but i took them anyways and pretended they were beautiful
i forgot to look up at the sky
when the sun shone and the clouds were absent
so all i ever knew were tearing up broken hearted skies
i forgot to tie my shoes before i left the house
and i kept tripping over my own feet and when i went home
i found i’d locked the door shut myself
i forgot to dance when i heard music
with despair chained to my ankles and dried blood spilled on my feet
how could i even imagine it in my dreams
i forgot to laugh when i heard a joke
because i’d already exhausted myself just
looking in the mirror
i forgot to breathe and to smile while breathing
and to live and to love and to sew up the hole in the **** bag
before i forgot myself too
It's okay to take the scenic route,
And it's okay if the view isn't as pretty as you thought it'd be
Poetic T May 2015
Rain, rain go away  I,ve had enough of
You today, you met your friends near
The river bank and thought it would be
Fun to come up and give me a wave.
  
As you fell and friends did follow, you
Invited yourselves in through my door.
  
As more did follow, a house party of
Wetness invited, once dry objects now
Soaked, ruined by the unclean that pushed
Their way though my letter box.

Not even knocking to ask to come into
My home, drenching my settee and my phone.
  
Rain, rain has come to stay, ruined my
Things now being thrown away.
  
I don,t mind a drip a sprinkle or down
Pour, but I don't think you again should
Come knocking at my door.
Justin S Wampler May 2015
Glass betrays my eyes,
for I do not see what lies
beyond the window.

I gaze solely upon
my own faint reflection.
Behind the door are cries,
heavy swallows and closed eyes.

One. two steps out the door
no crying. Can breathe once more.
Rachael Judd Apr 2015
You broke down the door to my heart
Came crashing in like a burglar
Coming to steal everything i had
Even what i offered
You left me abandoned
Nothing left in my heart
But broken glass
From the windows you shattered
Pieces that will never be replaced
You broke down the door to my heart
Left hanging by its hinges
Each string that held my heart in place
Now hangs like a puppet
Dancing as you pull the strings
Constructing the dance moves
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