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Katie Miller Jan 1
12/22/2018

I’m walking through the halls
Trapped in by suffocating walls
I’m walking through the doors
Over the decaying floors
Who has walked through them?
And where were they walking from?
A broken desk
Or a secluded bathroom stall?
Memories and laughter or
Tears and sobs evermore?
Have these hallways heard confessions?
Or witnessed just depression?
Have they made memories of laughter ?
Have these windows shown truth of all of the lies?
Or only a glimpse of an aggravated sunrise?
Are the walls shrines of the past?
Holders of all questions asked?
If the curtains wave in the gentle autumn breeze
Is there still an ill wanted disease?
The dilapidated ceiling watched over inhabitants
Still built perfectly built but falling apart
And visitors that were seen as contaminants
The unwanted one
The one no one would notice if they were gone
The same one that screamed for help here
For anyone to be near
Or the one who was popular
A class A top gossiper
The one with a sharp tongue
But no one knows that it’s wrong
The hallways whisper the secrets
Of their strongest weakness
The halls tell the stories they may
Of friends on their departing highway
And the friends who are just meeting
Smiles, laughter and a warm greeting
I’m walking through the halls
Trapped in by suffocating walls
I’m walking through the doors
Over the decaying floors
Waiting for a voice to hear
For anyone to show they're near
Waiting here forever
I won't leave this place, never
I wrote this poem after someone in our school committed suicide. I didn't know him too well, but it was still upsetting and shocking. As I was walking down the halls, I realized all these different things: he walked through that door, that was his locker, he laughed in this hallway, he ate at one of these lunch tables. I'm hoping that this poem describes all of this with just words.
Loud.
Sounds.
Surround.
Me.

People.
Rushing.
Past.
Me.

Breathing.
Growing.
Faster.

He­art-Rate.
Raising.
Fast.

Muscles.
Clenched.
Eyes.
Wide

Light-He­aded.
Fog.
Encasing.
My.
Mind

Why.
Won’t.
It.
Stop.

I.
Have.
To­.
Get.
Away.
I.
Have.
To.
Run.
I.
Have.
To.
Hide.

Can’t.
Take.
T­his.
Anymore.

Everyone.
Walking.
By.
Like.
It's.
Nothing.

While­.
Tears.
Well.
To.
My.
Eyes.
Why?
I.
Do.
Not.
Know.
Anymore.

Dee­p.
Breath.
In.
And.
Out.
Calm.
Yourself.
Down.

You.
Have.
To.
Ke­ep.
Walking.

You.
Are.
Almost.
There.

Just.
Concetrate.
On.
You­r.
Friends.
And.
Ignore.
Everything.
Push.
It.
Down.

Make.
Yours­elf.
Numb.
And.
Don't.
Feel.
A.
thing.
I really don’t like the hallways in our school.
I have traveled to the edge of the earth,
riding along the shoulders of darkness,                       stumbling in hallways,
waking up on kitchen tables,
sick for days and
grasping for air,
each breath I took
was a moment
climbing closer to death
and there were
darker times in my life
where I breathed heavily
*****,
tunes
and slumber
were once used for
casualties and pleasantries
but now it’s a reliability to
escape from a life that
I created for myself.
sleeping in gutters,
my hair drenched
in sewer water,
whiskey burning
my throat and veins and
the horrid homeless man
stands over me smiling,
his rows of teeth look
like city skylines
jagged and gritty and
full of smog
in front of some
condemned building
where the devil
leans again a lamppost,
taking the slowest pull
off his brown paper bag
and playing the saddest
harmonica on the darkest,
gloomiest night
at the corner of
Everything Avenue and
Nothing Boulevard
Kellin Dec 2017
You saw museums
in me
where
I saw empty hallways
luci Nov 2017
as soon as the
last bell rings
i go around classes,
slowly walk downstairs
and finally go home
once i’ve seen you

once i’ve
observed who you’re with,
analyzed how you walk
and the way that you smiled
as our eyes met

i walk around
the hallways
wishing
to walk around
your mind

wishing
you were able to
smell the blue
of my presence
just like I listen to
the gray of
your absence

perhaps
i don’t walk around
to see you,
perhaps i do it
for you to see me
Krysha Nov 2017
We walk through this hallway like a feather from some other continent, looking into the eyes of people we knew but never met, people we met but never knew. We walk through this corridor with our minds floating into a space in time no one else could find, floating alongside the stars into the vast nothingness of the universe. We walk through time, finding gazes of people only to find them looking at something else. We spend this walk in a classroom looking into the eyes of people we may or may not have shared moments with. Wanting to find what makes them close their eyes in fear, wanting to see whatever it is that makes them. We spend this walk in a dining table face to face with people weve known our whole lives. And when we catch a gaze all we can see is a stranger and we try, so hard to unlock whatever it is that's locked. We spend this  lifetime trying to find someone who have the same chemicals running through our veins.

Our flesh we'll never get tired of this neverending walk. Our eyes we'll never get tired of this sightseeing, we'll never get tired of looking more than what the eyes can see. We'll walk wherever part of the world it is in hopes of finding someone who see the world as we do. We continue to walk through this because no one else does, no one else takes the time to understand something so distorted. We walk through this lifetime for everyone else who begs to be understood.
I havent been on here for so long, feels so good to be back :) This is for all the people who look close enough, pay attention more and for people who wants to be looked at. Sometimes we feel as though we'll be alone foreve, like no one we'll ever look close enough to see more than just what the eyes can see.
Brianna Jul 2017
They like to keep me up night--
creeping around, haunting sounds, and pale figures in doorways I can barely make out.

They like to keep me on my toes--
Small phrases that make it sounds like they care and then they turn around and stab in me the back.

They try to remind me how to move forward--
but all they do is hold me back and keep me trapped between getting out and staying there.

These ghosts aren't the ones who haunt my hallways at night.
They are not the ones you can banish with some spell or some pretty knick knack you find at the store.

No, these are the ghosts of my mind.
They are the ones who remind me everyday I am in the same place.
They are the people who forgot me.
They are the loves I have lost.

The ghosts I cannot hide from.
Vexren4000 May 2017
As the pencil dreamily hits the paper,
The student dreams of freedom,
Drawing world of fantasy,
Times faded away,
An escape from reality,
The ticking of the clock,
And the pain of boredom,
Dulled by the point of the pencil,
Pouring graphite onto the paper.

©BAS
Delta Swingline Apr 2017
You ever walk from place to place with your earbuds in and music turned up? I do that a lot. I’m a hallway walker myself, used to run everywhere at first but not anymore.

So since you’re a hallway walker, where are you going? You got somewhere to be? I find myself walking halls a lot. Sometimes it’s for absolutely no reason. And sometimes we all just need to walk out our problems or feelings.

You get used to seeing the same walls and doors along the way. Sometime that halls are empty and hollow, and sometimes you’re trying to walk through a crowd...

Have you ever wondered about where other people are going? Maybe they’re walking the same way you are, or maybe they’re walking to nowhere. Either way, we’ve all got somewhere we have to go. I hope you make it there safely.

And hey, don’t forget where you’re going, but don’t forget where you came from either. The journey is just as important as the destination. Thanks for finding my letter. Now keep walking, I mean, don’t you have somewhere to be?

~Letter Writer
Walking through life, or the hallways of life I guess.
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