#faucet
My eyes
Used to run exactly like a faucet would
Crying because of every bruise
Head damage
People hitting my head
And calling it a day
Daily
I would trip
Fall
And land on my head
Push
Shove
And land on my head
Every Amber alert I would hear
Would make me cry
Turning on the dials
And tears would be pouring out of my eyes
Because I thought
I would be the next victim
To be kidnapped
Scared to leave the house
Scared to leave my mother
I thought the same about thunderstorms
How the lightning
It would possibly catch the house on fire
When I was sleeping
Or electrocute me when I'm touching a window
Seems to say
Times have changed
Years have gone on
I'm still the same faucet
But now just a ruined one
Drops of water
Leaving the faucet
On unprompted moments
And some
Wouldn't even come out
On the most tear-threatening
Situation
As if the faucet has the mind of its own
The faucet
Would turn on
By mere phantoms
Trying to take out the faucet
And warning to make it shatter
Faucet
Made of china-glass
The fragile glass
Was made to be broken one day
And be replaced by another
Mar 31, 2025
Mar 31, 2025 at 11:48 PM UTC
The water in my faucet is red,
Because the pipes have began to rust.
I should've cleaned them out,
But the problem is I just..
I just couldn't return to the pipes because I always seemed to crave pb&j's when they'd come to mind and I quickly forgot about them.
I miss the once clear water,
I remember when it gained a tint.
I should've cleaned them then,
But I just didn't...
I didn't want the chemicals to touch my hands and make them feel the way hands do when they touch chemicals.
I should buy a new faucet,
One rust free, preferably matte.
It would fix all of my problems,
But the problem is that...
Is that it'd be a different faucet.
Dec 9, 2019
Dec 9, 2019 at 10:37 PM UTC
Last I checked the sink
Hadn't been full of water, overflowing
but now I see
the faucet is running because he left it on.
Jan 22, 2019
Jan 22, 2019 at 11:26 AM UTC
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
The sound of a leaky faucet,
What, one may find annoying,
I find calming,
The pitter patter of rain on the roof,
The smell of oatmeal stuff,
The scratching of nails on the floor,
The sound of a sweet old dog snoring,
The sound of a pencil scratching on paper,
When the wind hits the house just right to make a calm wheezing whistle sound,
The creaking of old stairs,
Soft music echoing down the hall,
Drip,
Drip,
Drip,
Of a leaky faucet...
Oct 25, 2018
Oct 25, 2018 at 2:49 PM UTC
I want to write something.
I want to feel the words dripping from my fingers
like they are a faucet of poetry.
I want to feel all the similes and metaphors
run through my veins.
I want to write something.
Oct 24, 2018
Oct 24, 2018 at 12:56 AM UTC
Every day I burn
In a shower of flame
One day I may learn
This hot water faucet game
Aug 23, 2018
Aug 23, 2018 at 6:22 PM UTC
The dripping echoes throughout the house
I am a broken faucet that screams
The water thrashes against the metal sink like a thunderstorm
Do not fix me
Do not call a plumber
I want to be heard
Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 8:23 AM UTC
your love is toxic
my lungs collapsing
beneath the weight of such ugly feelings
so much like a rock
abrasive and heavy
are the words that spill from your mouth
like a faucet of filth
the pressure building
bright red blossoms
like a blow to the face
Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 3:08 AM UTC
drip...
drip...
drip...
a leaky faucet that someone didn't quite finish closing off
a cry for help when the ties of the rope aren't tight enough to hold your weight in lies and sadness.
so a slow drip will suffice
but you'll wish to expedite this pain by drowning yourself
but someone didn't quite finish closing you off
so you'll die
drop by drop.
and you used to love the water
the way it was refreshing and cleansing
and reminded you of the feelings we had
I left you on edge
I left you unhinged
I left you not quite closed off
I left you loose and you still poured out for me
I left you with hope and you drip on...
Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 4:02 PM UTC
In deep honesty,
I know that you keep to yourself.
That no one really knows you except the few you deem worthy.
How I envy their knowledge of you.
Those hidden idiosyncrasies that reveal the secrets to how you smile so big.
I wait another day, seeing your face in reflection.
Reaching out to touch you. Risking the chance that you'll disappear before my hand touches your shoulder.
How I envy their knowledge of you.
Believing the impossible.
A steady faucet that spews with the press of a lever.
I decided to stand still, realizing that I was standing on the wrong side of the sink.
Left dry, hearing only the sound of your laughter.
How I envy their knowledge, knowing exactly where to stand when you rain affection.
The taste of ****** food, left stained. Not much room to move.
Collected in an empty sink.
The clatter of spoons, forks, butter knives, and plates without so much as a cup.
I must admit. I envy their knowledge of you as I am left here stale, without cause.
Seeking you to cleanse me in purpose
Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 10:50 AM UTC
.
**•i only ••• weep for
the path of my brethren•when we turn
to bloodshed to settle petty squabbles•
the rage ••• in our
hearts could
not be more brazen•
for we have ground all we-
've built to dust and rubble•the tears from the fau-
cets of many only trickle•the drips could never douse
the flames we've stoked • we play with lives as we pit
them to a gamble•the hei- nousness
within us that we've carelessly
... invoked•**
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Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 11:22 AM UTC
There was a howl, as the faucet began to drip drip drip, and the creaks of a house built too long ago stretched her weary bones as the faucet proceeded to drip drip drip, and a man and a woman held on tight, this memory being just a glimpse, as the faucet kept up its drip drip drip, and a child cried as his toe was stubbed, and still the faucet dripped dripped dripped, and the family fixed it, and so it stopped, and grey was in season as the winter grew near, and the house was empty, and the family was gone, and yet the faucet again began to drip drip drip.
Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 4:41 AM UTC
The faucet drips as it whispers to me
Each word each time
Dropping sounds, letting noise free
Secrets rise and fly
As they die inside me
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 2:17 AM UTC
the faucet's dripping...
i wonder when the water will
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Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 5:38 PM UTC