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Pauline Morris Mar 2016
Sitting on the floor because I don't like the fall
I only gave the illusion I was up, but it's here I've been after all
I try to trick myself into thinking I feel grand
It was my confusion, it was my plan
But it didn't work, hell the truth is I can't even stand
The true is I'll always be ******
But I do try to enjoy just a few comforts
Amongest all the hurts
A fresh cup of coffee, the smell of bacon
On the stove top frying and making
A cuddle with my dog, by the way her name is Pig.
I loved the movie "Babe" and "That'll do pig"
I have a twisted mind which is quiet an accomplishment
Considering the world wanted it shattered not bent
But I don't want your hand I'm quite content
On the floor here where I sit
For if I stand to tall
There will inevitably be that nasty fall
And just one more time and I may not be able to come back at all
Pauline Morris Mar 2016
I'm with Jack and his brother Jim
We got together on a whim
I think I've spent to much time with them

My vision is getting blurred
I'm having problems being heard
My speech is slurred

They tasted so very good
I'd drink more of them if I could
But I don't think I should

Because walking has become a chore
The door I did expore
That's how I ended up on floor
Kathleen M Nov 2015
Ashes are left
Ashes and gin soaked pages
Ashes and shaking hands at breakfast
Ashes and bruised knuckles
Ashes and losing him
Ashes and the absence
Ashes and memories
Me hitting the floor vision clouded over with black
His hand on the back of my head lifting me out of shock and back into the world
His ashes and absence wears my mind thin
His arm draped around me, drunken stumble up the steps
His ashes and my flesh won't mix
His ashes and my heart won't mix
His ashes blow away in the wind every time
kaylene- mary Oct 2015
He washed himself with
broken glass, the phone wouldn't
stop ringing and he couldn't
forget. Said they wouldn't get
out of his head. I found him
in the bathtub one night, barley
breathing. He said the glass resembled everything he had
lost and everything he had
broken. But I couldn't handle
the site of his ****** nose, so we
sat on the bathroom floor for a
while and I started fitting all
the broken pieces back
together. I stuck the shards against
his skin, put his spine back into
place. And I got a little messed
up along the way. But I didn't
quite mind. His smile was the
only thing I ever wanted to see.
It was the only thing that could
put me to sleep. Eventually his
bones came back to form and
he could stand up straight.
He healed well enough to get
up and walk away.
And he
never took me with. So I'm
still sitting here on the
bathroom floor, wondering if
the broken pieces are his or
mine. *I should probably get
the **** up.
E Townsend Sep 2015
sometimes you never really know
how the carpet looks
until you stare at it so long
that the fabric melts in
you start to feel cross that you cant
distinguish
whether it is purple with yellow waves
or yellow with purple waves
or if it's just really
ugly carpet to begin with.
maxine Aug 2015
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
Don't know where I was going with this, it just all came to me so fast and I like it a lot.
I myself have spent a lot of time on cold bathroom floors, crying, shaking, asking for forgiveness.
Guess it all just came back to me, in my current state it's probably best for me to lay on my bathroom floor.
It has always helped me and made me feel replenished afterwards.
But the floors are not clean as for my body.
But maybe that's a sign that the filth shall lie with the filth until it all comes clean and the water runs clear.
But it takes a long time for that.
And just lying amongst the tiles is just my laziness showing yet again, I am too caught up in my daydreams to fix my nightmares.
Storm Raven Aug 2015
when I fall will you be there to catch me?* I asked.
yes was your reply.
-sorry- not yours.
I mistook the floors reply for yours.
You only laughed.
No, seeing you falling is much more fun you said.
From then on the floor and I were closer than you and me.
Deena Jun 2015
I thought I wanted to be alone.
I thought it's what I needed.
Peace and quiet.
But sitting here in the corner of this room.
This horribly quiet room.
I'm having second thoughts.
Except I can't think.
The silence, it's loud.
Too loud.
It's starting to get to me.
My eyes scatter around the room.
Looking.
Searching.
For noise.
Just a trace.
None.
Not even a creak from the old floor board.
I need sound.
I need someone.
L
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