#carpet
Patterns
intricate
warm
luxurious
cultured
some full of stories
meaning
historical links
the layer between you
and what grounds you
what makes you home
signifies winter
again
warmth
but stepped on
Dec 16, 2025
Dec 16, 2025 at 5:44 AM UTC
Would you be my shoebox
a sturdy contraption, pleasingly
geometrical and versatile
able to cradle our heavy hearts
and hide all kinds of secrets
I could be your carpet
you can walk all over me
as I protect you from the cold
the unvarnished truth and its splinters
Or I could be your socks and shoes
you can walk around in me all
day all snug and warm at least
until they need replacing
around this time next year
Jun 15, 2025
Jun 15, 2025 at 11:09 AM UTC
Down the river, I sink
Bleeding my tears
Mingling with the stream
Seeking a fountain
Of another world
I scream
I cry
I am deflated
I am exhausted
Curled up in fibers
Soft carpet, lining
Edges of a hallway
You come closer and beckon
Solidary merged
Into cement walls
We linger
We dream in a sense
Comforted by one another
Feb 27, 2025
Feb 27, 2025 at 12:05 PM UTC
It’s dry and still in the house this afternoon,
The way houses are at 4:00 in December.
I feel a little itchy and claustrophobic,
Sitting on the floor.
I hate this ******* carpet.
Berber.
I know you love me,
But sometimes I wish you would let me destroy myself completely.
Darkening winter gray settles over us in a dull film,
Berber carpeting the world.
It seeps into the house through cracks in the doorframe you kicked down when we were locked out that night.
Into me too, coating my brain and joints and dreams in liquid fog.
The streetlights will be dark awhile yet.
Cotton ***** fill up my mouth
And I’m fine, just fine.
My grandmother’s favorite color was gray before people awarded points for such things.
It’s nearly night, now, and the sky swirls with peek a boo pink and blue where the clouds are thin and blowing.
No streetlights yet.
The shadows gather at their feet.
I pull out the spaghetti;
Time to start dinner.
Dec 18, 2024
Dec 18, 2024 at 4:45 PM UTC
I swat futilely at the moth
whose larvae happily eat
my bedroom carpet
here for my nightly ritual
antacid
teeth clean
bed
suddenly I wonder
at my own mortality
where is this all going
then I smell it again
odour of rancid sweat
only in one small area
but no mistake
it feels as though the moths
and someone have unfinished
business here
a carpet to eat
a life not long enough
to achieve everything
still hanging on
not quite ready to leave
so maybe we never have enough time
to be satisfied
still, no heartburn tonight
and my breath is minty fresh
(I can almost hear those buggers chewing
as I go to sleep)
Aug 11, 2021
Aug 11, 2021 at 2:00 PM UTC
Red carpet
All you see is red carpet
Mud ,speckles of mud
Fallen red but not forgotten
All you see is red carpet
Red carpet
Berries blooming
Sticky mud
Squelch ! Squelch!
Ref carpet is fading
You no longer see fields of ref carpet
Dark , dense, squelchy mud
Dark mud
Oh look
Fallen ,fallen leaves
Speckled on the ground
Red, yellow ,gold
Pure hope
Guilding us to the red carpet
Remember the red carpet is always there
Mar 4, 2021
Mar 4, 2021 at 6:59 AM UTC
I left the music on while I laid on the floor
sinking into the carpet felt good
I had no purpose to get up
and no intentions on trying
I had no reason to be anywhere and no one wanted me somewhere
I realized if I disappeared no one would notice
if I stayed right there on that floor in my bedroom for the weekend, it wouldn’t matter because nobody cared
I was utterly alone
and insanely lonely
I thought
I’m going to stay here forever
where the carpet is soft and the world has stopped and no one knows what I’m doing
and most of all, because I dont have to feel anything except the floor on my face
Aug 24, 2020
Aug 24, 2020 at 6:49 PM UTC
It's late.
Moonlight seeps into the room through the tiny cracks of dusty blinds.
It illuminates everything.
Touching the books on the shelf,
Caressing the plush carpet,
And landing ever so delicately on the girl knelt at the foot of her bed.
Her eyes are held shut,
Tears leak down the sides of her face,
Fogging her glasses.
Her arms are folded,
She's reverent,
And her head is bowed.
She breathes in and out with the sound of the fan waving overhead.
Her heart beats to the crack of the house settling beneath her knees.
She prays.
The cars drive by her house unknowingly,
The lights dash across the walls.
It doesn't distract her.
The buzz of her night light hums a mesmerizing tune,
Sweetly melodic.
She smiles through the tears.
The faint talk of another muffled through the walls,
She stays kneeling.
The tears don't stop streaming as the heavens open to her.
She raises her face to the ceiling,
Eyes still shut.
She sighs.
Kneeling there,
patiently,
She waits for a sign.
Outside a storm is brewing,
The rain begins to pour.
The thunder is lowly roaring,
Lightly tapping at her door.
Yet, nothing moves her.
She stays in place,
Still knelt,
Still praying with tears upon her face.
She sighs.
Bows her head once more,
And still held shut her eyes.
Some say she recites the Lord's Prayer.
Or perhaps a Psalm.
But maybe she just kneels, patiently waiting, staying calm.
"God, are you there?"
Dec 10, 2019
Dec 10, 2019 at 9:48 PM UTC
When I seen the purple blooming tree from a distance,
It attracted me to have a look with no distance..
And that sight was of immense pleasure,
Which filled my heart with full of love treasure...
That tropical trees are known as jacarandas,
And also the tree world’s spring stars...
That breath taking flowers are pretty enough to describe in word dilemma,
And that magnificent purple blue blooms resembles as an elegant umbrella...
And the fallen petals makes way for a dazzling display of unimpeded purple haze,
Which looks like a lavender carpet at a quick gaze...
As flowers are regarded as a symbol of love, beauty and a gift of nature,
Are thus used to provoke love and happiness with its power to make us cheer....
Let us all love this nature’s blessings forever,
To make it a never ending full bloom ever....
Nov 12, 2019
Nov 12, 2019 at 8:11 AM UTC
Our smoke was all over the room
Oh you said it was killing you
But we were killing the seconds
Lying on your mom's carpet.
Oh, my time killer
Don't rush it
Running towards the minutes
Scaring the hours.
No need of caffeine
You had the adrenaline in your blood
You were in a hurry.
Now my feet don't touch the ground
They touch your feet
No way down, do you feel me?
Sep 16, 2019
Sep 16, 2019 at 5:17 PM UTC
My flesh burns,
Irritated by the rough carpet
I kick and scream
But they won't let go
Holding me down
My legs are raw
No one can hear me
Down in this old
stale ***** drenched room
Hacking away
Cutting my hair
With a thin blade
The handle thick
Sending blows to my head
What have I done
To deserve this?
My arms
Are bleeding
Skin
Is peeling
They won't let go
They won't
They won't
Blood
In a scratchy carpet
***** scented
Face down
Feet
Kicking blows
Into my ribs
Tears
Mix with blood
What have I done
To deserve this?
Jul 1, 2019
Jul 1, 2019 at 7:41 PM UTC
Cool cool floor
Of smooth hard tile
Barefeet slapping in
Successive taps
Step
Step
Step
Step
Then onto carpet
Silence.
Jun 27, 2019
Jun 27, 2019 at 11:05 AM UTC
You watch as the blood from my wrist trickles onto your carpet.
Paying no mind until it starts to stain
I whisper,
"I'm sorry; please help me"
You roll your eyes and usher me out
of your comforting, inviting home
into the cold, desolate outside.
Crimson tears form in my eyes
raising my voice,
"I need your help!"
Instead, you give me an ignorant smile
before you slam the door.
An incomprehensible scream for acknowledgement exits my body
Peering through the window,
I see you cover my bloodstain with a rug.
You would rather act as if it never existed
than try to stop the blood or simply clean the stain.
I'm now outside;
being left to rot in the earth
So instead I will stain your flower bed.
Jan 19, 2019
Jan 19, 2019 at 8:27 PM UTC
The carpeted bluebells
under the woodland canopy
swaying in ecstasy
to the hypnotic tunes of the morning breeze
invite me
to blend with them
to create a new shade of Spring.
Am I not privileged?
Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 3:43 PM UTC
Last week, if I were flooring, I would be carpet.
Like in the way of,
how easy it is to get stained.
how hard it is to clean once it is.
how it just never seems to quite "fit" with the rest of the interior,
"especially not in this house".
But mainly it's in the way of how it is walked on.
Their feet drag through it,
causing the slow damage,
with little care for something that requires such high of maintenance.
Depression is like a carpet.
I know why people rip it up now.
I envy those who can.
Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 1:18 AM UTC
it begins about mid-evening,
the edges of the rug being pulled
ever so gently.
intoxicated feet
do not notice a room slipping
beneath them.
it hastens nearer to morning;
as the magic carpet ride is
coming to a close
we begin to pat our bodies
& notice the things that fell from us.
sobriety. clothes. drugs. money....
ego walls pain
After inventory is taken,
the day starts without waiting for
your tired eyes.
oh, the saddest meeting of eyes,
with the swiftest passing of friends, drugs, memories, laughter
evening abliss.
I am dropped,
center stage -- reality.
at the same moment the drugs wear off. the last quarter is spent. the first rays of the sun peek through
and the last meeting of eyes
as the last glimpse of a shoe
disappears at the door's edge.
the rug has been pulled
reality
and the curtains have been drawn
slumber.
Jul 28, 2017
Jul 28, 2017 at 2:03 PM UTC
i let people walk all over me
like the red carpet except
i’m not nearly as beautiful
or highly regarded.
falling down, i put on high
heels with you in mind, to look
more attractive, to appear taller;
i twist my ankle but you don’t
care about how painful it is when
i try to look good for you.
at night, i slip into
a lonely unconsciousness,
while you slip into
another girl’s bed.
Jun 26, 2016
Jun 26, 2016 at 6:30 PM UTC
I save this ink before it runs dry
I safe my voice and bring my light
I can't see your eyes, but you are tender
I can't hear your voice but it is soft
I give you these words, as I hand a promise
I lay my carpet of emotions, touch it,kiss it
I sign this pledge, accept it,keep it
For no doubts or any perception reign
Forever, to shine in the array of our dreams
For the vulnerability deep in my crux is yours
Find a way to see me through and through
Follow the intuitive punches in your gut
Fetch my arms as we dangle on the cliffs
Fold me in you, protect me my love from the storm
Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 12:52 PM UTC
They're rapping at my window, howling at my door
They're clawing at my carpet, banging on my walls
They're rattling my door **** flickering my lights
They're looking thru the key hole, shouting thru the cracks
They're crashing thru my window, breaking down my door
They're tearing up the carpet, knocking down my walls
They're ripping off my door **** busting all my bulbs
They're coming thru the keyhole, screaming by my head
They're entering my mind, there's nothing I can do
They're crawling into my fleash, controlling my every move
They're examining all my fears, making sure they all come true
They've finally taken over, now I truly am insane
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 4:02 PM UTC
sometimes you never really know
how the carpet looks
until you stare at it so long
that the fabric melts in
you start to feel cross that you cant
distinguish
whether it is purple with yellow waves
or yellow with purple waves
or if it's just really
ugly carpet to begin with.
Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 1:11 AM UTC
Inhale swiftly
come down quickly
hit the Floor
Be no more.
What a comfy Carpet,
but it ***** me under
like a tar pit.
I'm left to wonder
If it's dragging me
down to Heaven.
I've sunken seven feet under.
I see the light,
it's been lit.
Maybe this time I just might
reach for it.
Reach through the rug.
Reach down and give a tug.
But my arm won't budge.
A mortal's terror
What if he holds a grudge?
It's just not fair.
God no not like this,
Think of all the things I'll miss.
If I see the suns rays
Lord I swear I'll change my ways.
This Time...
Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 2:49 PM UTC