#quarantine
quarantine's come
a deadly disease
and I have a whole life
to think about...
2020
Apr 28
Apr 28, 2026 at 8:35 AM UTC
I sit alone by
our open
window.
With eyes shut, I feel
a slight breeze
come in.
It’s nearly silent
out there now,
so still.
I sense a fey chill
as a cloud
passes.
Drops begin to fall
leaving a
strange scent.
I fear that one might
splash into
our home.
So I close the sash
to shut out
the world.
Again closing my eyes,
I pray for
mercy.
Nov 12, 2024
Nov 12, 2024 at 11:13 AM UTC
i lost my youth in quarantine;
my mother died and i turned nineteen.
and now the world is bigger than it's ever been,
(but the grass was greener in oregon)
Aug 29, 2024
Aug 29, 2024 at 8:49 PM UTC
In this hollow white space
Its been two five seven days.
The sky dusks again.
Jan 14, 2024
Jan 14, 2024 at 2:53 PM UTC
I can’t tell anymore.
Being outside Being indoors
***** laundry overtakes my drawers.two days dirt saturates my
pores.texts and calls being ignored.avoidance of all commitment.
I’m scaring myself.
No one around to help, to witness.
What to say of i s o l a t i o n
If it gives me a different sickness?
Dec 6, 2020
Dec 6, 2020 at 7:24 PM UTC
Yet with the hype and madness about the Coronavirus
I open window and take a deep breath breath of icy Alaskan air
The glass wearing a frosty negligee
Leaving transparent area just large enough to get a small peek at the natural show of pale snowy scenery on the other side
Eerily quiet
There is a foreboding sensation about the vacant stadium
Lone songbird whistling simple serenades to a pre-apocalyptic invisible audience
Sep 22, 2022
Sep 22, 2022 at 12:15 PM UTC
It's never too lonely here
with a soul which has
a thirst that even the
oceans can't quench,
with a heart that holds
secrets dark and deep
where roots of the oldest
trees too can't reach,
with twinkling eyes that
dream the biggest of dreams
which even the shiniest
stars can't match.
It's never too lonely here
while I take this journey
inward, beyond walls and
boundaries to seek myself,
there's a light inside
you and me, so radiant
and warm, take its
hand and follow it,
ask it all the questions
you've always had and
the day you realise the
answers are within you
is when you too will say -
it's never too lonely here.
Jan 24, 2022
Jan 24, 2022 at 11:21 AM UTC
I’m going to each of my suitemates' rooms. One at a time, methodically. I pause, for dramatic purpose, until I have their full attention. Once I have it, I rushingly, excitedly, breathlessly say, “I’M getting pizza later, for the GAME!” Like a seven year old child.
Now, my roommates KNOW we're ordering pizzas later. They’re all “on board,” everyone’s submitted their order and venmo’d their money to Sunny who will actually place the order for delivery at 5:30 pm. But I’m excited. I LOVE pizza (and American, NFL football) and I love being childish.
My roommates, like my brother, sister and parents before them, know this and love my manic, overactive way of excising tedium. Besides, I won’t do this more than once or twice - ok, maybe three times today before the pizza comes.
Since you’ve read this far - allow me to opine, for a moment, about “self restraint.”
Have you read about how they’re using familial DNA to solve old cold-case murders? I think they should use familial DNA to track down whomever it was that invented self restraint.
It was probably some old Protestant. I mean, Catholics only have sin - it’s yes or no - binary. So without researching it (at all), I think we’re dealing with someone born after the protestant reformation of 1555 - but I’m flexible.
Anyway, they should track that person down, dig them up, beat them with a stick, and then rebury them, in unhallowed ground.
I hate self restraint. It’s so.. restraining.
#restraintsux
Jan 23, 2022
Jan 23, 2022 at 9:06 AM UTC
We’re busy all day long with studying and chapter summaries,
we’re stuck in quarantine. Luckily, I like my roommate's company.
We know that we have work to do as prep for upcoming classes,
but we know that it takes more than work to make young lasses happy.
So I talked my roomies into getting, a steak-n-cheese delivery,
instead of working fact-sheets, for our next term chemistry.
Dueling playlists cave-rave from the echos in our suites,
we’re having all the fun we can on opening quarantine week.
Some guys try for invites, like we’re throwing a private wingding,
but those texts go unanswered ‘cause we’re genuinely quarantining.
With the COVID blues proscribed - get that frown right off your face miss,
our studies are on schedule - and it’s time for some serious play *****
Jan 20, 2022
Jan 20, 2022 at 6:48 AM UTC
I have always longed for peace like
how I have always thought of peace:
Calmness, stillness, and serenity
all at once after a raging storm.
But I have taken for granted another form
that has always been there before:
—a piece of peace in my favorite tune,
a piece of peace when I look at the moon,
a piece of peace in my covers’ warmth,
a piece of peace that gives the heart
a chance to fight again, to love again,
a piece of peace that wills me to stand up to live again.
Oct 2, 2021
Oct 2, 2021 at 1:03 PM UTC
Trapped
In a box
In a cage
In a prison cell
The lonely spirit rots
Treasures given away
Puzzles night and day
The spirit cannot stand it
There must be a way out
Alas, the spirit cannot find it
And thus she withers, with her puzzles
In a box
In a cage
In a prison cell
The spirit's own vessel a prison in itself
She longs for an escape
The greed of the selfish
The hunger of the spoiled
It swallows the world,
and strengthens the lock
The spirit must stay
In a box
In a cage
In a prison cell
The cradle offers no comfort anymore
Instead only harsh reality
The only window of freedom the spirit has
Is her fellows, locked away as well
Separate cells, separate prisons
But captive all the same
Most her friends are happy with something
If nothing else, they take comfort in their own vessel
But this cannot be for the lonely spirit
Flesh is binding
She can never be free
The room's light flickers
desperate to hold onto what little she has left,
the lonely spirit sets to work
In a box
In a cage
In her own
Personal
Hell.
Sep 22, 2021
Sep 22, 2021 at 11:52 AM UTC
Republicans go mask off
because they are anti mask
and all the homophobia, sexism, and racism
is spread because of
a viral video.
Sep 21, 2021
Sep 21, 2021 at 10:04 AM UTC
How can all the cities be filled but yet the world feel so alone?
Sometimes the desolate feelings swallow me whole. The other times I'm reminded of the vapid space between me and the feelings of meaningful connections I miss. It sometimes makes you feel unlovable - a desperate cry for recognition. To be felt in a way that says, I see you clearly. Text messages unanswered lead to late night sobs trying to remember I can't be the only one missing humanity and feeling less than here. Depression creeps over in the next room to let me know I am not alone in this. Social media has a twisted way of reminding me the world still turns even though mine has stopped spinning. Some days I just want to say I am here, maybe just existing but I am here. Ready to tell you I miss you. Ready to hold your hand; any hand that reaches back out between me and spaces of my heart that feel like an oblivion. Ready to do life in a way that says I'm happy to be here, to be with you. To be in a moment that feels like I am finally once living again. To be in a space that says your presence is felt. To be loved for the sake of just loving. I once read quote that said 60% of Americans report feelings of loneliness... For just a second I feel a slight relief in the pressure. That I am sharing something with someone for just a moment. That selfish gratefulness is all that hangs between me and nose.
I am not alone in this even though the cities are filled and once again my apartment is empty.
Sep 5, 2021
Sep 5, 2021 at 12:25 AM UTC
you told me that we can try again,
amidst all these things we can't explain.
you told me we can still smile,
even if sadness is here for a while.
although we can't be physically near,
thank you for still holding me dear;
thank you for putting away my fear,
assuring me that sooner skies will be clear.
Oct 22, 2020
Oct 22, 2020 at 9:14 PM UTC
Muffled sounds of laughter
At a clandestine gathering
Fourteen floors down the hill
The music stopped so the cops don't show up
They are seldom invited
That's why they are so bitter
Against people who are having fun
Yet the laughter continues
Old jokes are chanted like ancient anthems
Laughter is old and new
May 24, 2021
May 24, 2021 at 4:47 PM UTC
Hey,
what's up,
it's not the same,
this way,
I can read what you're saying,
I can hear what you're saying,
but I can't hear you at all,
the look in your eyes is silent,
the pain in your voice is silent,
your laugh is silent,
I can't love in silence,
I cry when I realize that,
I may not hear you again.
May 5, 2021
May 5, 2021 at 6:47 PM UTC
Time slipped away in the spring, in the muddy puddles and the rain, in the sweet-smelling flowers and the rain.
It rubbed circles into the small of my back,
whispered bittersweet apologies and tacked a sticky note to my corkboard.
“Remember to call.”
I forgot.
And I sit under the blooming tree
my bare feet soft against the grass
Time left me in the summer, in the sunny skies and the rain, in the sweltering heat and the rain.
It ran somewhere unknown, far, far, far away,
while I treaded chlorinated water and prayed that the fall would come sooner.
“You can call whenever.”
I didn’t.
And I sit beside the verdant tree
my bare feet hard on the pavement
Time was gone in the fall, in the whispered breeze and the rain, in the crinkling leaves and the rain.
But I had company in a glowing screen,
And as days turned to weeks turned to months I forgot about time altogether.
“Someone is calling.”
I hung up.
And I sit far from the dying tree
my bare feet resting on the couch
Time slept in the winter, in the miserable cold and the rain, in the blustery wind and the rain.
Numbers and names disavowed,
As “today” and “tomorrow” become “now” and “later”
“What is the word called?”
I don’t know.
And I cannot see the empty tree
my bare feet asleep on the carpet
Time has returned in the spring.
It looks me in the eyes,
profuse apologies pouring out from its lips.
“But you didn’t call.”
I blink. Didn’t I?
Apr 28, 2021
Apr 28, 2021 at 12:52 AM UTC
crazy days
we're all kept away
and our memories float then sink
in a heavy haze
through this,
i'm happy to have you:
your truth to keep me awake
and the fellowship
that gives me hope
to strive and stay
Apr 6, 2021
Apr 6, 2021 at 12:57 AM UTC
In the bar where sad things grow,
Where(s) Happiness(?),
is pumped in Like champagne through IV.
I-found-us-strung-together-again-
“ Now
I’m the type of person
to-
fall-
**** near in love with gratitude. ”
“ Like that glancing smile,
Hidden behind a mask of bourbon and-
all ten hail marys you replaced
with ****** ones. ”
“ And if gratitude gets you this far?
*Just imagine what the *** is like.* ”
Apr 4, 2021
Apr 4, 2021 at 5:12 AM UTC
My haven, infiltrated by work.
My sleep and my rest,
I am unable to be productive.
My home, the center of my peace,
Becomes a battlefield.
Mar 30, 2021
Mar 30, 2021 at 7:36 PM UTC
So many days go by
There goes my toilet paper supply
Why am I so bored?
Another day at home, Oh lord
Mar 25, 2021
Mar 25, 2021 at 8:41 AM UTC
Sitting at home being lazy
Another day at home, I might just go crazy
Mar 22, 2021
Mar 22, 2021 at 2:40 AM UTC