#couch
When I felt at peace
in bed
suddenly, the
space felt crowded
"Go sleep on the couch" echoed
in the room
and shook my pride
"maybe I choked him with feelings"
laced my thoughts
but I instantly
brushed it away
like an unwanted insect
I, for a second, thought
"poor couch being used
for separation, for self-thought"
even though it's the most used for lounging
"poor couch"
at 6:00 am
at that moment
I felt the "ouch" in "
COUCH
Feb 4
Feb 4, 2026 at 3:02 AM UTC
You aren’t the first to come and sit beside me
On this couch.
Others have come before you
And have left their imprint.
I do hope that you’re the last to walk in
And stay.
The way you smile
and lean back against the cushion,
You stare at me and smile as if asking, what?
The past imprints are meaningful.
Some are deeper than the last that sat
Where you’re sitting now.
I’ve learned a lot from them.
Sometimes their ghosts still
Walk in and smile.
Before stepping back out.
It’s funny how well I thought I knew myself,
Until I realized I didn’t.
But without them,
I wouldn’t have learned more about myself.
About what I needed to change,
What I needed to let go,
How to hold you
without readying myself to say goodbye afterwards.
When you first walked in,
You reminded me of them.
The ghosts that walked in
and kept me company for a minute.
To be honest, I counted the minutes until you said goodbye.
I don’t count anymore.
I’ve gotten used to sitting here
on the couch with you.
Jul 16, 2025
Jul 16, 2025 at 12:30 AM UTC
I found broken glass shards
on the couch
where my heart used to sit
Dec 1, 2020
Dec 1, 2020 at 5:22 AM UTC
I do not want to argue anymore
Show me the way to the door
I would rather slum it surfing couch to couch
Than hide from life as I slack and slouch
Look down upon from your self-righteous horse
Insults hurled til your voice is hoarse
And "wouldn't you feel bad if I died?"
As if unaware of how I feel inside
Jul 31, 2020
Jul 31, 2020 at 9:45 PM UTC
At 3 am I sit on my couch
Placing my head between my knees and slouch,
Waiting for my phone to reach 100
But thousands of memories are reverting in my head.
I think, ponder and contemplate
Couldn't get any answers straight.
All the bemuse have covered me up,
So full that I feel now it's enough.
I asked myself a simple question
Am i doing something wrong?
My brain says you are very right
But my heart says you're on the wrong side.
I move forward to the window
And waiting for the sun to show.
But thoughts do not leave me alone
Made me feel like I'm just a drone
Doing nothing but just mating is not for me,
I'm to collect nectar even while I'm in a spree.
Then I woke up from everything,
I have confused myself in just a blink.
All I think about is past and future but not the present
I stop and say I'll live and cherish every moment.
By J Mathew
Jun 22, 2020
Jun 22, 2020 at 9:23 AM UTC
Sit and listen
To the clock
The ticking
The tocking
Furnace fan
Droning on
In chorus
To the percussion of
The ticking
The tocking
Snapping off a beat
And fan’s low hum
A bird outside
Throws in a solo
A robin calling
For a mate
While I lay on my couch
And start to dream
About summer and
Not being told to stay inside
The ticking
The tocking
Time passing by the whole world
As we wait for the magical day
When the curve is flattened
And we’ve made it through
The ticking
The tocking
Apr 3, 2020
Apr 3, 2020 at 7:33 PM UTC
I sit and eat potato chips
on my couch in front of tv
I am a cannibal
sofa surfing
channel hopping
media crawling
it's the only exercise
I get these days
too busy observing
to join in
my critical critique
leaves me astounded
as to how absurd the world can be
missed penalties and opportunities
keep me ranting
panting in disbelief
reality isn't reality tv
everybody becomes an actor you see
they're just not famous
enough yet to be celebrity
one of these days I'll make the news
headline report with shocking footage
couch potato ate himself to death
binging on a 52 inch flat screen.
Sep 26, 2019
Sep 26, 2019 at 3:44 PM UTC
What is a dogs life
Eating, pooping and barking
Waiting for you to arrive
Checking out the garbage cans
Hanging around on the couch
Sleeping, sleeping and sleeping
Asking you to please pet me
Can we go for a walk now
Answering the door with barks
A joyous FAMILY member
A beautiful soul
Dog backwards is God
Very appropriate name
Cherish your together time....!
Brian Hill - 2019 # 238
Sep 22, 2019
Sep 22, 2019 at 9:56 AM UTC
The deepest thing I ever experienced
...
Was a couch most comfortable
Found in a town which adopted me
Like a native sound
...
And most comfortable now, I be
Aug 12, 2019
Aug 12, 2019 at 6:30 PM UTC
Sitting on an island
Between slumber and work,
Tuning into all the waves that pass me by
I’ve made my big decision
Reason firm set in my mind
But diluted by the breaking of the tide
Apr 13, 2019
Apr 13, 2019 at 11:44 PM UTC
Sometimes I would deliberately sleep on the couch.
(weird behaviour, one would say)
But the couch had something different.
With just enough room so you don’t feel lonely,
and the same warmth as that of human skin,
I always slept well.
One morning as I’m paralyzed in sleep,
A grasshopper begun to challenge me.
It is as if she was defending her home,
It is as if she was letting me know she ruled these parts
(meaning the couch, of course)
In the dimness of the light, I saw her.
And in one full motion I swung, as she crashed into the wall,
Fixed my pillow,
and attempted to sleep once more.
It wasn’t over though, she came back with vengeance.
Landed on my ear with a droning sound, waking me,
as she flew parallel to my eyes,
where our starring contest lasted a good 10 seconds.
With intentions of finishing the grasshopper later,
Looking like a zombie, I made my way back to bed.
Admitting defeat over the battle of the couch,
I leave her with this win.
Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 6:34 AM UTC
Blanket
+
Tea
+
Chocolate
+
Glasses
+
Book
+
Lounge
+
Rain
=
Amelioration
Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 11:58 PM UTC
Crashed on a couch
Sinking into the meaning
Of not having company
Can these waves cushion
My head
It hurts that the sofa
Can't float me to somewhere safe
Bring me somewhere were this
World can not take me
Bet you've seen the tides rip the light
But have you seen when the night light
Takes over your mind
And you can no longer sleep
On a pull out mattress
Nothing in this life really matters
Waves bring me to the next new thing
Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 11:36 PM UTC
I can't hear the choir from my couch
It becomes a funeral pyre in a pouch
Like the unnatural fire in my slouch
That is where I retire
To superficially admire
A world I'll never see
Placing trust in the screen
I'm as lonely as can be
Until couches set me free
From a life worrying about others
The couch becomes my banal brother
That is where I concoct my cowardly plan
To avoid my fellow meddlesome man
Living a life in silence
The couch creates pylons
Determining where I can go
Determining what I can know
This Ottoman Empire
Lights the world on fire
With cushions that fuel
Flames and drool
I attempt to stand
But life seems bland
With feeling constant comfort
So my personality I import
From the images on TV
And my brain it impedes
When I can't think for myself
I put my life on the shelf
And flee into furniture
The couch my burning cure
Sep 14, 2017
Sep 14, 2017 at 7:05 AM UTC
Here I lay with you.
Just thinking about what we did today.
I enjoyed our morning drink and our daily talk.
Unfortunately, we missed our morning walk.
There were people coming to see you today and I didn't mind to let them say hey.
Bringing in meals and their feels but I couldnt relate as we had our morning coffee.
The afternoon breeze feels great today, you should come outside and enjoy this amazing day.
I've got your radio in hand so let's sit on the porch and try to understand why I love to hold your hand.
Today has been great but I can't say goodbye with a lullaby.
I'll sing it this time and don't worry, I memorized, rhyme for rhyme.
It's time to say goodbye.
I love you so much and I can't let go.
At least just one more cup before the road.
To keep you up.
And to hold you from slumber.
Just don't close your eyes and say goodnight.
Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 2:29 AM UTC
Hours. Days. Weeks.
I can’t get the time back
spent on a nintendo DS
talking to no one
lost to myself
Don’t even like playing
but being in another world
where I could control my life
kept me there for months
Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 4:07 PM UTC
Summers day
Soft white couch
Feathers make me sneeze
As the birds make their morning calls
The taste of time
So sweet
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 5:16 PM UTC
I needed this so much.
A little alone time.
Designer jeans.
T-shirts printed with out the blue sayings.
A moment to ourselves home alone.
Wasting time just you & I.
Causally stretched across each other on the couch.
Commercials filled with Wal-mart families.
Insurance companies. Lawsuit claims.
Your sugar fills the space between shows.
Your head leaned back on my chest.
Neck twisted in a kiss.
The TV more so watching us.
The wait of working all week for this moment of relaxation.
The anticipation of butterflies, late night texts.
The vintage shows we grew up watching, still our favorite.
I really missed you.
Your shoulder my favorite pillow.
The extended twenty-first question of our 21 Questions.
Sitting here with you.
Soon to fall asleep with you in my arms.
To wake up and do the same exact same thing.
To let you know that I made it home safe
May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 8:48 AM UTC
It was sweet
light
and fast.
However, the feeling will always last.
It sent bolts of lightening down my spine,
And sparks of electricity through my soul.
A gust of wind across my mind,
And a bond that seemed indestructible.
That feeling of perfection.
That feeling of protection
Making my head spin in all directions.
How could such complexity come from such a light touch?
It seemed so safe
So innocent
So lovely
However, it meant so much more.
For this light connection opened doors.
This little joke, a small playful score.
How did it turn to something so magical?
It was light as a feather
Soft as a cloud
Sweet as candy
And addictive like a drug
This small connection could only be a kiss
A true kiss;
That wakes a princess from her sleep,
Turns a toad into a prince.
A kiss that happens in dreams
In fairy tales
And fantasies
However, it was real.
It was my first real fairy tale kiss.
Apr 23, 2018
Apr 23, 2018 at 11:54 AM UTC
I dipped my back into your couch
And you fell into me, lips first
Firm pressure on my mouth
Gentle touches tracing my body
You traced my curves with your hands
I breathed you in like I'd never had air
There was no space between us
Your body my blanket and shield
I pull you to me
Savoring the your taste
It lingers for days on my lips
I long many days for your kiss
As I lay beside you
Hand on your chest
Head on your should
Heart in your hands
I feel this beating in my chest
A beat to drown out all the rest
No whispers could ever contain
All I seek, is to remain
Hold me close
Don't you dare let go
For once I fall
I melt like snow
I breathe you in
In every embrace
Between your arms I belong
This is my place
Jun 19, 2017
Jun 19, 2017 at 1:59 PM UTC
Oh surfer boy....
TV remote is your toy,
You're television's clown,
I won't let you drag me down......
Dec 26, 2016
Dec 26, 2016 at 10:57 PM UTC