Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Anais Vionet Nov 2021
A wall of Jacobean era lattice-windows
line my dorm room - my private eyes.

How many freshmen have watched
the gilt harvest moon from this seat?

I keep them open, for cool breezes,
and the comforting the sounds of life,
in overworked, needy moments.
the university opened in 1706 - I guess I'm not unique
Nat Oct 2021
The old neighborhood is a labyrinth
Of second-story windows, lamplight and
Distant smells of pencils and dryer sheets
Of a Sunday dinner that never ends
Andrew Oct 2021
my dog has depression,
can’t drag itself out of bed; it lays in the kitchen and looks out the window,
wondering, worrying, whining about the light - about the window and the view; it never has
anything much to say,
or if it does,
it doesn’t amount to much, anyway; but it’s okay, it’s just my dog -
it’s not me, anyway; my dog has blue eyes - wish they were brown; all my friends have brown,
and they all seem happy; my dog can’t walk straight; it’s loud,
it’s annoying,
sometimes it smells; my dog, my dog, my dog, I tell you about my dog;
sometimes I think, it’s more important than me, I mean -
I’m not my dog, anyway; I’m not as interesting; I can’t come and say hello and all those things
that make you people smile and giggle and laugh; and when there’s a pause - a really awkward pause -
I can’t look at you
and have all that - your - worry just disappear, like that; I once screamed and howled and danced at
the moon, and my dog just - stared; but does it really matter - my dog was on a comfy bed, and
the way it sat; the same place where it sleeps -
I tell you about my dog,
I tell you about my dog;
I tell you about it all the time, for

I don’t know how to talk about

me
Sean Achilleos Oct 2021
When I catch a bird's eye view
A city from above at night
Thousands of buildings
Millions of windows
Windows lit up
Where there is light
There is also life
In a sea of people
The most dreaded disease
Remains loneliness
- sean achilleos -

07-10-2021
Talha May 2021
I wake up to a window beside
The first thing I do is open it so I can view the world outside
Many things I see flowers blooming,birds chirping,people walking.
Staring at the world I feel like I am stalking

Yet the world looks so beautiful nature’s beauty given to me in one plate,
This window is like a heavens gate.
This window makes me forget about the cruel world.
It gives me a sense of pleasure whenever it is observed.

I can go on and on about the charm of my window,
Because it helps me recover whenever I feel low.
It’s not the window it self that I like but it’s the nature outside,
The feeling of being locked up is shattered by the windows bright side.

Thanks to the Romans who invented such a beautiful work of art,
I love my window from the depth of my heart.
I feel blessed cause I have such beautiful window,
If it is ever taken away from me I would surely feel like a widow.

Through the glass of my window I see the moon light.
Through the same glass I see sun’s blazing might.
Through the same window I see people fight.
Through it I also see The beautiful blue sky and the clouds that are white.
Whenever I can’t sleep I look at my window in the middle of the night. When you look through the window and you see twilight,
The amount of pleasure received is infinite.
With that cup of coffee when I look outside the warmth is felt deep inside
Kassan Jahmal May 2021
Throwing shots out a window,
it's all really a pain.
But it won't stick or leave a stain.
Still mind my ways,
the many open things on my brain.
I feel fragile as glass,
so please Lord, don't let me break.
Henry May 2021
I'm on the Metra today
The snow outside is teal or green
Like the Caribbean in cartoons
But here 2 ladders lean on the same tree
A lover's suicide
The coldest Caribbean I've ever seen
The church's sign scrolls by
"ght in the Lor"
And we're gone
The train rumbles on
Bridges cover bridges
New! Tower of Babel (coming soon!)
A couple thinks they're subtle 3 rows up
Michael Jackson marries Elvis's daughter
He didn't go to the wedding
There's no Jewels Osco's in Georgia
But the houses here exude the same drab comfort
A deer stands next to a storage locker
The train rumbles on
I'm smuggling beer back to the dorm
Like the good college student my mom wants me to be
I don't have my phone on me
I've never felt more alone
Or free
I explain what happened to the guy who checks tickets
I dropped it in the floorboard of my friend's car
Right before the train arrived
He believes me thank god
I focus again on what's outside the window
And now it's just trees
Skeletal and bare
The train rumbles on
2/7/2021
I actually wrote this before the others in this series but I only just found the paper I wrote this on a little bit ago
nmo Feb 2021
the cities
redraw their borders and
fragment their spaces
into small cubes:
apartments,
studios,
and duplex houses.
and you,
with a thousand windows open
in windows,
your emoji hands,
and your microphone muted.
Next page