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.
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.
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 :)
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
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'
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.