#cardboard
It’s cardboard, the end of the lines
All out of room, all out of rhymes
I propose I speak in verse
It might sound better, instead of worse
I’m 50 rages in, all handwritten
My muse can be a lion, not just a kitten
My heart and soul, my blood and guts
In between them, I all go nuts
The cardboard is strong; I have to write hard
Holding everything steady until the last card
Lady Luck please be good to me
Be the hole card I need to see
10/27/25
Nov 5, 2025
Nov 5, 2025 at 1:08 PM UTC
Finally some cardboard, where I feel at home
I can write the words I’m proud to own
The other pages, they were OK I guess
A few good rhymes arranged in a mess
I like the cardboard, it treats me so well
It’s the last of the stories I tried to tell
My new pad is clean, it’s going to be great
As for the cardboard, I’ll just have to wait
Jul 14, 2025
Jul 14, 2025 at 9:54 PM UTC
Do you remember the sweetness long ago
The sweet sweet Ambrosia that used to flow
Way back in the beginning, in the very early years of your life
Sweeter than the sweetest Honey off the comb
That used radiate like living colours inside of you
That used fill your mind and all your senses
Giving you a huge natural high
Leaving you in awe and in Wonderland.
Can you remember...can you remember back that far ?
Do you remember your parents trying to coax you to eat
Your carrots and your greens, saying
"Eat up now, they'll make you big and strong"
And do you remember you resisting, thinking
"I don't want to eat this stuff, it has no taste, it's like eating cardboard"
There was only one thing the very young child wanted to eat
Yeah! Sugar and other sugary things, sweets, chocolate and ice cream...
Anything to remind him of that sweet Ambrosia inside
Of that wondrous world within, where he came from.
Do you remember being out all day playing
And then being called in for your dinner
And how you felt - Dinner, huh! it was nothing but a tiresome chore
You felt you didn't even need it
That you could easily do without it
That you had something else inside that was worth much much more.
A lady I knew died, she used feel very empty inside
She used eat sugary things all the time
But sadly she learned to her cost
The sugar of this world is no Ambrosia.
Jun 25, 2021
Jun 25, 2021 at 10:24 AM UTC
I want a cardboard world
Where desks sag and break in the rain
And people look at me in disdain
All the temporary creations I see
I didn't build for you, I built for me
Cardboard seats and cars
Cardboard hotels and bars
Cardboard rockets for Mars
All temporary cardboard builds to try
All cardboard inners to fry
There's nothing quite as temporary
As a new age cardboard century
Aug 19, 2020
Aug 19, 2020 at 10:08 AM UTC
Cardboard box
Small and simple
Needs no rhyme
Needs no reason
Decorate
My cardboard box
Fill it with
Sweet memories
Cardboard box
My only friend
Goodbye
Someday, we’ll meet again
Jun 26, 2020
Jun 26, 2020 at 4:30 PM UTC
ii.
You are in the living room at dusk
Haphazard towers of moving boxes rise around you
The furniture has been dismantled and
You divert your gaze to the underwhelming formation
Of cardboard and tape
As your mother screams and throws the cat across the room
In retrospect, it reminds you of an album cover
For some emo basement band
A collage of childhood in hues of brown
Or a glimpse of red flannel
Cardboard castles, a little boy
Holding a paper sword
Taken on a disposable camera in 2004
And reappropriated for it’s nostalgia in 2014
The boy you caught is not amongst your rescue party
You veil your disappointment poorly as you climb into the passenger seat
And it filters through the holes in the cloth like grey light
You blame the fatigue on your mother alone
Though it isn’t entirely her own
Sep 10, 2019
Sep 10, 2019 at 2:24 AM UTC
I want to build
a cardboard castle with you
It won’t last long
but neither will we
Nov 29, 2018
Nov 29, 2018 at 12:42 AM UTC
I held scissors between my hands yesterday's night,
I cut a heart out of cardboard,
gave it a shower,
tucked it to bed,
sang to it a couple beats
and buried it in my chest.
Jul 4, 2018
Jul 4, 2018 at 2:24 AM UTC
I live
In a cardboard cutout house
Our plates and silverware
Are plastic
The food adorning them
Plastic as well
Glossy and vibrant
But poisonous if consumed
No water will pour
From the sink or tub
If you try to turn
The handle
The plants are fake
The dog is fake
The microwave won't turn on
The floor looks wooden
(which may be the case)
For there is no carpet
in sight
No decor to behold
I try to pull back
The sheets on the bed
Only to find
That they're entwined--
Attached to the mattress
That feels more like
Pottery
I lean down to see
"Made in China"
Etched on the side
Of the frame
My footsteps echo
Down the hall
On the wooden floor
Of the cardboard cutout house
Until I finally see
Something living
Something real
Until I get close.
Her skin is matte
Her eyes are dull
Her teeth are chalk white
Her hair (maybe made from silk?)
sits perfectly in place
She is positioned with a smile--
Her vinyl arm bent at the elbow
Masquerading a friendly wave
She is merely a sculpture
A doll of a human being
Filled with wax instead of tissue
Factory made, not a product of Love(TM)
I escape
Away from the figurine Mother
The clay bed
Hard floors
Prop kitchenware and
Plastic food
Because a cardboard cutout house
is not a home.
Jul 10, 2017
Jul 10, 2017 at 10:54 PM UTC
It's okay Grandpa, i'm not mad at your dispersement
I know it was a fact of life
Something very hard to get over
But we're human, that's only to be expected
But it felt like a part of my morale's army defected
You left me in emotional stitches
But i know you didn't mean anything by it
I'm just angry i didn't get more time with you before you were gone
That's something i'll always have to live with
And it's unfair, but i'm a strong man
Maybe not as strong as you yet
Maybe never-but i'm going to try like hell
You're everything i want to emulate
But when things crumble, i wish you were here to help
I know an answer will come, but it must be drawn in the cardboard
Or in the sky
Or on something nobody notices
But i just want to know when
After all you've done, you deserve all the free time
I'll just wait patiently for you to answer
The elongated time frame won't worsen my mood
Just you not being here will.
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 11:17 PM UTC
The small Asian child ran through the street to her home in a box.
The only world she has ever known, inside the walls of cardboard.
Yet still she smiles and giggles
to her imaginary friends curled up with a stained teddy bear for a pillow and newspapers for a blanket.
Her parents do not know where she lives--both are too busy arguing.
She escapes from what she is told is home and flees to her box mansion on the edge of a field four blocks away.
Home is where the glue is--holding the sides--with an opening at the top showing a view of the stars.
She lies down inside, enjoying the peace and quiet (taking in the cool air and crickets chirping).
She does not worry about tomorrow, no cares for tonight, not even a thought of having to go back to noise and hate the next morning.
She sighs with love for what she has made as she closes her eyes.....
then dreams of adding an extra room
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 9:25 AM UTC
Time;
I remember
a time when
cities were made
of nothing but Legos
and one's imagination.
Still,
even now
I can't help
but wish harder
that the cities we walk
were still made of that stuff.
Cardboard,
took us miles,
and paper planes
really did bring us flight.
So,
I ask;
Please,
don't let
your imagination
fall into stagnation,
like a Lego block
that gathers
dust.
Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 5:25 PM UTC
We're two one-sided cardboard pieces
Segments of a cloudy sky
It looks like we would fit together
But we won't
But we try.
But we try.
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 12:21 PM UTC