#creaking
Heals tapping on the
Hard
Wooden floor creaking
Under the weight
Of time and weather like
The wind and steam
Of the machine in
The caffeine dream
Of the woman inside
The cup
Slowly burning my lips
At every breath taking sip
The words slip away
Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 8:51 AM UTC
these silhouettes strolled across, through the creaking bridge,
walked on it as if they didn't notice the noise,
stepped on it like they knew which path to take next,
but one thing they knew was that they had to cross over
without knowing it would break and took them down
and fed them to the raging waves below.
Jan 11, 2019
Jan 11, 2019 at 8:12 AM UTC
My mind is a ferries wheel,
It goes around & around,
Can you hear the creaking.
The carriages so many
Pretty colours, scratched
Thoughts. Broken carriages,
each one that stops, damaged
Contemplation of a mind torn.
My mind is a Ferris wheel
It has broken parts, it creaks
With every thought. Its a
Crumbling, dilapidated ride.
Which one will be the last
Carriage that carries my
broken thought, before it
Ceases. And this broken
Ride no longer dreams.
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 6:29 PM UTC
Sun rising of orange glow
Old cranes creaking in tow
To work, to work
Here we must go
Dec 15, 2016
Dec 15, 2016 at 12:11 AM UTC
are you scared of the dark? when we were younger we spent so much time checking under our beds for monsters, looking in the basement, running to our bed after shutting off the light or hiding under those cotton blankets for false protection. we spent so much time running and checking and looking, and hiding, but from what? as i grew older i started to understand, i checked under my bed because i couldn't bear the fact that the monster was in mine and I was too scared to look in the basement of my subconscious, running from whatever that was in the dark then pulling the cotton over my eyes, the darkness might have been you, I mean sometimes when I would look into your eyes they were the deepest of browns, I could have sworn they were black sometimes, and you would creep around in my basement as I slept, looking for a clue that might give away my fears, but you did a pretty good job figuring it all out on your own. it might have been you, my eyes are the brightest of blues, but when you were done with me, so was my heart. after all you were sleeping in my bed stealing my every breath, but I didn't know that, and
in the hospital bed, you were there, with those black eyes, you like to come and visit sometimes, I don't miss you. we spend so much time trying to figure things out, the unexplainable, but sometimes... it's just better to leave it that way. I'm not scared of the dark anymore.
Oct 26, 2015
Oct 26, 2015 at 11:07 AM UTC
The FLOORBOARDS ARE WEAK,
as they BEGIN TO CREAK,
while WALKING ALONG THEM,
Is QUIETNESS YOU SEEK.
These FLOORBOARDS are CREAKING,
The sound of MICE are SQUEAKING,
These OLD wooden FLOOR PANELS,
sends ANSWERS YOU are SEARCHING.
These BOARDS TEND TO to CREAK,
The FLOORBOARDS are OLD,
This CABIN has MANY STORIES,
FROM HISTORY TO UNFOLD.
FACED GOOD and BAD WEATHER,
The HOT and the COLD, and
Yet IT'S STILL STANDING,
This CABIN is SO OLD.
It has MANY, MANY YEARS,
The FLOORBOARDS are WEAK,
This CABIN has much HISTORY
JUST LISTEN TO IT SPEAK!!!!
B.R.
DATE: 07/21/2024
Aug 20, 2024
Aug 20, 2024 at 1:04 PM UTC
younger me still bleeds
turn the rivers ruby
underneath i breathe
slowly but surely
it can’t **** me, i refuse
i rehash and refute
magic flows in my veins
my heart beats not drains
i let myself unpack what i need to leave
reorganizing my creaking brain
reorganize all fleeting ways
Dec 3, 2025
Dec 3, 2025 at 7:22 AM UTC