We decided to build a house Made from glass dreams and ceilings of too high expectations Laughter and secrets coated the walls And dance parties lasted all night long.
But a storm came With insecure winds and alcoholic rain And shattered the glass house.
I desperately collected the broken pieces Slicing my hands and cutting my heart Making my skin burn as I tried to mend the broken parts.
Worn out bandages and glue well past the expiration date Were never going to fix this pile of glass Though I never stopped trying Til I noticed you had rocks in your hand With no intention of ever putting them down.
So I let go of the glass That forever marked my skin And I walked away from the mess you made Remembering to never Build a house made of glass Ever again.
eh... haven't written in awhile and decided to take a swing at it.
Once I had an undesirable roommate I was in college at the time I was assigned to a girl not so great She did things I considered crimes
I thought if I don’t get some relief I will lose what is left of my mind My stay at this college will be brief How can I leave my troubles behind
I walked down the hall of my dorm Feeling very sad and forlorn Then suddenly I had a brainstorm That would heal all the hurt I had born
Quickly I slipped into another room I met a girl I had long admired Holding my breath, did I dare presume She was working quietly and seemed inspired
I didn’t know if she knew who I was If she would even listen to my request I told her the problem that had caused My world to be so greatly upset
She seemed not a bit surprised at all For in a dorm rumors fly like the wind She smiled at me and my southern drawl Would you like to join me and move right in
Her words were like a balm to my soul I quickly moved my possessions in before My old roommate could return and stroll In to make a drama scene that I abhor That was my college freshman year I remember many friends and good times But the best decision I made was clear Moving in with Jean Shuey was prime
She was smart and always a lady so fine Five years older with some gray in her hair I was an extrovert and spoke my mind Together we made the ideal pair
All that year she gave me much pleasure Studying and talking late into the night I always thought of her as my treasure Without her I would have been in a plight
Time has its way of rushing on After college we lost contact I saw her a few times over days gone But I failed to call or keep track
Today I decided to contact her again Soon I found her address and phone I wondered if her would still be my friend Or would rather just be left alone
We talked for hours of good times and bad So much to catch up on after thirty years We both had lost our dear mom and dad But we said good-bye without any tears
We planned to email each other often And meet at a restaurant for a meal I hope we never again let years soften Our love and admiration, time will not steal
I wrote this poem a few weeks ago about my roommate during my freshman year away. She now lives about 30 miles from me and we plan to get together again after about 40 years. She was very special to me.
I’m 19 years old I’m ambidextrous I hate bell peppers in my food I still don’t have a driver’s license And for as long as I can remember I’ve had a fascination with hugs, Ginger Ale, and other people’s names I believe there are only two people in the world: Those who like spoken word And liars I’m not religious My faith in God died before I could even figure out who He was But in June 2019 I saw my nephew’s face for the first time and thanked whoever created humans that day I go to a pretty standard college Where thankfully my disabilities are taken seriously And I don’t cry so much anymore I know the best way to lawfully cheat to make your essays longer Hint: the font size But I don’t know the last names of any of the ladies who serve me food every day I’m the transgender son of a man who still doesn’t want to believe it and would rather I be non-binary The son of a woman who finds happiness in putting her children’s hopes and dreams down I’m only 5’5”…on a really good day But being built like a haiku in a poetry book is a lesson in finding ways to be seen as the tallest in the room I don’t know what it means to be a man And for a while, I thought dressing like a ******* could tell me I’m still learning to unlearn the self-hatred inside me Reminded every day that the ******* I have on my chest can be seen as male body parts if I had the humor to see it: ******* can be my misplaced ball-sack I know that we all carry an addiction to property in our blood I know that love cannot be owned in any way shape or form Somedays, I am still the fourteen-year-old on the ground with my wrists pinned, being told to “shut the **** up” every time I see someone who looks like Him I only watch two shows now but I know deep-down, iCarly and WOWP will always be the best **** Nickelodeon or Disney created I know that the best actual company is not Disney or Pixar but DREAMWORKS Because I like owning the fact that I am a male Yzma from The Emperor’s New Groove I like being the first person in my life to go to a human rights march and actually WANT to be there I was the tree that fell when no one else was looking and dared to make a sound I am the Thanksgiving buffet that depression, anxiety, and an eating disorder tried to take apart piece by piece I am living proof that those ******* didn’t know what they were getting themselves into I am both survivor and boy Every night, the sky opens its mouth and swallows the sun in a single gulp just to make room for the room What a terrifying but amazing way to see our lives To be so full of so much light but always hungry for more
Sitting on her dorm room bed Three feet from the floor Not quite happy But not quite sad She wants to feel the ache in her bones The hatred she has for herself She wants that to come back she doesn’t want to feel ok Cause she’s not Trying to make that decision To walkout in the middle of the night While her room mate sleeps And to never come back She’s ok right now But she wants that sadness The depression to fill her bones She wishes she could pull the metaphorical trigger And not live Oh how she aches To just want to not be ok anymore Because when you’re not ok You feel alive Or at least she does It’s terrible beast She hates when she’s ok but hates when she’s sad She just wishes she could not exist That would be her ultimate goal She types this in the dark as her roommate drifts off to sleep I know cause that girl is me
I did not expect to lose you. It seems this ending was inevitable, perhaps even predictable. But those quandaries aside, losing you tears me up inside. We live under the same roof, yet are you still here? You say "hello" when I walk in the room, but are you my friend? I loved you like a brother, and told you so. Somehow in doing so I angered you. Suddenly I was wrong and in denial. "There is no way you love me that way." He said. He smirked and walked away into the next day. A lonely text flashed across my screen. "I think it's best if you and I were rarely seen." Tears welled up in my eyes. Losing my friend, roommate, and brother all in one night.
deep purple mauve maybe in the month of may diving swimming blue navy blue turquoise grey teal and green earth green like mushroom dirt brown black as ash grey as it too gray grey gray grey soft not a whisper never yells either don't tell me what to do though or how to see i have eyes and my ears are alive and my cats stretch and my coffee is burnt and my roommate is gone and i am singing and i see the strings and hear the room and they are not yelling no one is yelling or whispering or hushing up or talked over because i am alone. why did you assume i am sad, then? i am not.