here's the thing about looking onto windows at night, you suddenly come to realize the world in its separate yet inescapable three dimensions, you see not only your own reflection, but over and beyond, you pause from blinking and for an abrupt of an instant, your life flashes before your eyes, you see all of the scenes so clearly acted out by a vivid yet an accurate reflection, you start to remember the meticulous shade of a sky that your cheeks were touched by, the thickness of a boy's pride that made you wish the world existed in only one dimension, you feel the pain that filled the veins of a cracked floor you once walked on, your lips lift to form a smile a stranger threw at you from a stage you wanted to be on, and in this peripheral gazing, you exist in two dimensions stuck in between what the window entails at day and at night.
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.
Sometimes I know you don’t know me You don’t respect me You accept me like blank stares and awkward silences in dinning rooms Where I trust you to be to support me I fall on the unforgiving dirt road of denial
I finally get myself now Where on the map I am You my compass I understand now You will always lead me away From blue sky’s to grey
I know now where all my insecurities came to be Where they grew their roots thick and deep around my soul
The sun rose once more, but not the same as the past ones, I face the day not knowing what will happen, but something’s gone and missing and I know that it’s better for me to move on and face forward, not because I want to, but I need to. Maybe we aren’t and maybe we can’t, your sight was never on me and will never be. I was just a Repairman that you only needed at the moment, but as all Repairmen do once they finish repairing something, they relinquish it back to it’s own place, And your place is not with me. You belong to be free and be able to choose what you want and what makes you happy, and I know that I’m not one of those, and I accept that. I hope that he makes you smile more than I do, I wish that he loves you genuinely like I do too. I’ll be lying if I said that I don’t want to forget this feeling, but you can never forget the feeling you felt for someone that made your heart beat with happiness and serendipity, you can only find a love that exceeds the past feelings that you felt, and it *****. Cause I know that these feelings takes a long time to be suppressed. Maybe you’re just a person who came into my life to only serve as a lesson and not a destination.
I finally get it I finally do I finally understand what I did to you Maybe not all of it, but enough to know that I need to apologize. After seeing it happen with my own eyes, I know that I talked too much, I know that you didn't understand why I did, or why I needed to, and I didn't listen to you when you tried to explain you didn't want to.
And I know all disputes have multiple faults, and I'm not going to take them all, but I understand why I need to take most.
We both always said communication was key, I neither of us had the same ones though, did we?
Sometimes you need to own up to mistakes even if you think it might be the wrong choice. Once you've cleaned up your side of the road, you can move on. And it feels great.