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There's room to live.
There's room to love.
There's room to hate.
There's room to forgive.
There's room to change.
There's room to grow.
There's room to breathe.
There's room to grieve.
There's room to run.
There's room to have fun.
There's room for everything
And everyone.
You just have to make it.
Daksh May 9
Close the door
throw in the card; kept the cozy blanket

When was the last time you felt this way?
Many years ago, she said

She said, she is on a journey, that might show her
what she actually wants

Faith; In the night, yet she holds
me close
calls me her door

pass through me

I don't know where she's headed
Cold; Her legs I felt from the heavy blanket
I make her feel young

Just let me know
when you pass through that door
I'll wave a goodbye
and let you go
Omar Apr 14
i miss my sanity
i thought to myself
as i walked   past
  your picture still on my wall
I miss reality
each of my taste buds,       missing
the sweet taste        of your voice,
the faint light of our room
and it shining     on your lips.
Jeanmarie Mar 10
I painted my room the hue of blue
For a reason
You see, blue reminds me of the beach
Which reminds me of hot summer days
And cold summer nights
Which reminds me of when you lent me your sweatshirt
Which wasn’t blue, but when I wore it I swear it radiated that hue
It’s scary having deep feelings for someone
But the radiance of blue was so vibrant
It was easy to push my fears aside
Instead I was filled with calmness, peace, security, and feelings of content  
I was left the happiest I’ve ever been in my life.
I painted my room the hue of blue
To remind me what I want to strive to feel
Each day of my life
I’m open to any thoughts, suggestions, or critiques :)
Moe Feb 4
It's lonely
I have nowhere else to be at
A tiny death occurs
A flashlight open eye
Does it even stop?
Lost hung thoughts dry out in my room
Then the basic rumor smoke fills
your lungs
It's cheap awkward stares that faze
Those small cat like dreams
Spread over the coffee table
Unmasked and unafraid
That's where you still stand
Holding regrets final collapse
It's not enough
Brumous Feb 3
When the time comes, I'd feel so numb and empty.
I really want to ask this to you.

Would you comfort me? Like how I comforted you?

Try all my best, like I did for you?

Despite that brewing storm inside me, would you come and rescue me?

Will you be there to wipe the melancholy tears as it falls like the heavy rain?

Can you make me happy, like how I try to do the same; just for you?

Would you care for me, Like I did for you?

All by Myself, In a room with no doors, just four corners. Alone in the dark.

What would you do?
Seriously, I don't know if this is good enough. Some words feels so dry and bare.
tender flame Jan 27
every morning,
despite the unseen battle
i dare to open my windows,
to witness the entrance
of the cold breeze
and orange, striking rays
tracing the interiors
of my little room,
hoping for a day
brimming with delight.

every morning,
despite the unseen battle
i dare to open my windows,
to whisper a wish—
the heart’s prayer
to the meandering winds,
to the golden sunbursts,
the future, the uncertain days
will be filled with hope,
with tender kindness.
my teacher required us to pass a poem talking about our experiences/feelings during the pandemic and this girl shamelessly shared the development of this eccentric obsession called 'opening her room's windows first in the morning'
femininefiction Dec 2020
Four walls through a first person point of view.

That’s how I saw it, laying in the center of the empty room on the bamboo floor board my daddy laid.  

Staring at the ceiling, tracing the corners with raw and broken eyes.

I would be the last person to leave this place, and rightfully so. The last person to say goodbye. The last person to lock the door, and let the house go.

Four walls through a first person point of view. I spoke to the woman inside of my bones gently, as my voice cracked for the last time.

In this room, I became a warrior. In this room, I became a woman. In this room, I became a writer. In this room, I became a wanderer.

Four walls through a first person point of view.  I carried the weight of the world with me as I walked out that door.
Ashlyn Yoshida Dec 2020
Blocked my tears with ivy walls
Hearts are painted on my window
Lights are strung up in my room

It's all pretty now

Pretty lonely.
Sarah Synk Nov 2020
I spent days in my room,
Attached to the television screen, wanting to cry an endless cry.
I ate comfort food: Ramen noodles, and chocolate for dessert.
Emotions became stronger and stronger and stronger, overwhelming.
I do not get out of my room ever, and even the holidays,
I just love the comfort of shelter,
I don't know what I'd do without my room.
Sometimes, in my room,
I want to scream.
I pace around my room,
From time to time,
In proper fashion.
The stomping of my feet became louder and louder,
But my voice remained silent.
I soon felt emotionless, and all the emotions that I ever had was crying.
I watched documentaries about space in my room,
Knowledge zooming in at me.
I spent days in my room,
Voice becoming silent.
-Is your voice silent?-
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