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Serendipity Feb 2020
Remember whose bones
built your floorboards
before you lay a house
on their backs.
Cardboard-Jones Feb 2020
Silhouette
Of your beautiful heart
Saunters
Over my lonely shoulders,
Clutching
Your very memory,
Reminding me you’re not here.
Oh, how empty, without you.
Waking up, and I feel
Your breath.
Your touch.
Reality wakes up too
And humbles me.
I know
I could
Never
Show you
How much you shaped me,
How much I see you,
How much I love you,
How much I need you.
My world is my house
But your love feels like home.
Max Neumann Feb 2020
i want to be a...









republican because i am a
democrat.

i want to be a democrat
because i am a republican.
Today is a good day.
Mitch Prax Jan 2020
You made my mirror blush.
My pillow misses the smell of your hair.
You lit up my room and
my bed misses your touch.
This place seems a little less
like home now that
you're gone.
JT Nelson Jan 2020
I hear the droning moans of Winter
Blowing on my house so cold
Northwest winds from Dakota plains
Aimed at this Dakota home

It’s endurance is commendable
One hundred and eight years
Of standing here in this weather,
I have only been here forty-nine

There are creaks and groans
And sagging a bit from settling
Crackled, worn and flaking...
And the house is aging too.
Winters in South Dakota can be cold, harsh and lonely. They can test any human’s sanity. To do it in an old house can be like taking a rowboat out to the ocean.
blackbiird Dec 2019

in this big, empty house
where your scent taunts
me and the silhouette
of your ghost teases me

Idklove Dec 2019
Every abandoned house tells us a story
That not every house is inhabited by ghosts 
But there are some souls and their sins floating in the air
Even some broken hearts too
Their melancholic past haunts me every time
About their future 
Only melancholy is enough to 
Abandon a beautiful house to haunt mess
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