#fridge
remember preschool
you made **** art and gave it to your parents
they'd tell you it was beautiful and hang it on the fridge
the fridge would be filled with accomplishments
stupid drawings
silly things you were gonna do
I got an award yesterday for "best student"
my friend joked around and told me
"awhhh are you gonna hang it on the fridge"
and now thinking about it
the only thing hanging on my fridge
is the suicide hotline
Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 11:01 AM UTC
I remember the way they used to hang their art so proudly with me. Messy crayon drawings of pure imagination. I saw them sneak popsicles from the freezer when no one was looking. I watched the plants on the windowsill grow, reaching for a sky on the other side of the pane. They cooked meals in that room and stained me with the flavor of bubbling tomato sauce, baked sourdough, and the gentle simmer of potpourri. There was magic sometimes, in the youthful grins over candles and the silent wishes they made. There were evenings of sharp, acidic vinegar and boiling eggs they dyed for Easter. There were arguments: yelling, screaming and crying—the growing pains of a family. There was violence too, tempers flaring, heads butting, and holes in the walls like black holes swallowing the light. There was a garden through the windows that grew with them—wild yet cultivated. This house was filled with their problems, with their love, with their lives. But, eventually, it emptied of them. Slowly, like an ancient lake dried up by the sun, they learned how to change to move on. They spread out like clouds across the sky and put me in a box. Now, I can’t help but wonder from my resting place: where have they drifted to, and how have they had to change to keep going?
Sep 15, 2025
Sep 15, 2025 at 10:06 AM UTC
neglected and forgotten
like the fridge in the garage
my thoughts the neighbors casserole rotting in the back
my emotions bottles of beer long forgotten from warm july-s
my words a tub of ice cream in the back
sweet and freezer-burned waiting to be eaten
heard
Oct 5, 2022
Oct 5, 2022 at 7:58 PM UTC
An Arctic breath of north moves
across the snowy dirt
like a fridge
across a chocolate
ice cream with vanilla
Winter sun lights
over the white shadow of ice
like a microwave heating frozen meals
grief and joy are the two sides
choose favourite
May 2, 2021
May 2, 2021 at 9:50 AM UTC
I went to the fridge
open the door
In the shelves
Inside I go
Why not 😄
Apr 1, 2020
Apr 1, 2020 at 12:44 PM UTC
i'm sorry.
the leftover pizza
hidden in the back of the fridge,
just looked so tasty.
- the smell of pepperoni still lingers on my shirt.
Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 7:16 PM UTC
Pear on the coffee table
Apple on the counter
A loaf of bread
On the unmade bed.
My heart in your fridge,
Half broken, half dead.
-- Eleanor
Oct 29, 2018
Oct 29, 2018 at 10:38 AM UTC
If his brilliant soul could live long
than champagne magic
surround you and I
but I worry he is broken
no celebrating or joy
for our ghosts linger
Sep 14, 2018
Sep 14, 2018 at 2:43 PM UTC
"I Wish I Was A Fridge"
I trust no one,
But I agree to see you;
You come every six weeks,
To see anything new.
I hardly know you,
I saw you last year;
I've seen others since then,
I know im difficult - thats clear.
But you came back again,
because there's no one else,
I have to trust you again,
When I dont trust myself.
But should I really trust you?
Or are you the same?
I hadnt seen you for so long
..i'd forgotten your name.
You ask me to explain,
And I try my best,
To explain whats in my head,
All the confusion and the rest.
I tell you everything,
With paper and pen;
Absolutely everything,
over and over again.
Then you say you cant help me,
So I feel even worse,
You say you are not a therapist,
I should have remembered that first.
All you care about
is whats in my fridge;
You go into my kitchen,
and check out my fridge.
Well the fridge is fine,
It might not be full,
But it has milk and leftovers,
...I wish it had wine too!!
You come here and visit,
And then I feel worse;
For I trusted you with things,
I should have thought again first.
For you cannot help me,
Why do you come?
My fridge is always quite happy,
My fridge is having great fun.
It has no nervous system,
No brain, no spinal cord;
Its incapable of "feeling"
Or trusting in the Lord.
You come all this way,
To look at my fridge,
You come here from Lamlash,
And check out my fridge.
I am clearly a failure,
As its always the same;
The fridge is just fine,
The pain is in my brain.
I wont see you again
for quite a while;
But I cannot promise
to put on a smile.
But my fridge will be fine,
I can promise you that;
If only I was a fridge...
...does anyone else feel like that?!
I shall get out some pens,
And draw a big smiley face;
Stick it on my fridge,
Just for you and your "fridge case".
I wish I was a fridge too, could put in and take out what I choose;
But im not an inanimate object - im a human being,
And I do often wonder....what got me into this state ...in the beginning.
All the best...with love...from the fridge :/ x
Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 9:20 PM UTC
That brand
spanking
new
refrigerator,
didn’t matter at all
The home it was housed in however
was a palace to bask in
Stand it upright
hop from the bed
Crawl in aloft
put a soft blue blanket on top
sit back, watch as it captures all your thoughts
Jul 16, 2018
Jul 16, 2018 at 3:50 PM UTC
You come home from work.
Late, without a reason,
holding a bottle of overpriced wine in your hand
and no smile on your face.
You get rid of all your clothes, you
open the bottle and you
start closing your mind
and your soul.
You start up the fire and make your
own little ****** barbecue
with whatever leftovers you can find in your
landlord's fridge.
Tomorrow you'll work from home,
but you will still get back late.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l3gI5SSAyl0
May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 3:13 PM UTC
You can put many things into mini fridges
You can put mini fridges into many things
But you can't put mini fridges into mini things
**** you can put mini things into mini fridges
Oct 24, 2016
Oct 24, 2016 at 12:15 AM UTC
I stepped into your apartment
I saw you reading
sipping coffee
I saw you go to the fridge
and muse at its emptiness
I slept with you at night
we dreamed together
you didn't see me
but I was there
when I went to leave in the morning
you looked up
quizzically
Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 6:43 AM UTC
I open my fridge door and what do I see?
A half empty bottle of beer, relishes, old vegetables and water.
I close the door.
My groaning stomach persuades me to open the door once more. Like an alter ego, I obey it's commands.
I'm sure this time, there will be food, food that was invisible just a second ago. Food that I will see, if I look hard enough.
I grab the chilled silver handle and give it a pull. Wide open swings the door to reveal food galore!--
Oh wait, there's no food, not even a decent beverage. There's still just a whole load of nothingness and hunger.
A deep dark depression cuts me like a knife through butter. no food here, no food there, nothingness all around just starvation and suffering.
I close the fridge.
The cycle repeats itself.
Such is life.
Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 1:58 AM UTC
Haikus are easy
But sometimes they don't make sense
Refridgerator.
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 8:24 PM UTC
When the fridge is so far away but you crave the munchies.
Im over long distance relationships
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 7:39 AM UTC
Now I know **** well....
Did he pull the chicken out?
... ... ... I was finna say.
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 7:45 PM UTC
I wanna
mind ****
the ****
out of
your mind
but where is MY mind?
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 9:19 AM UTC
Wake up laughing
cackle into the kitchen
9:15 a.m. on Sunday
cop-outs couched in cups of coffee
Sofa King Redundant
Lock the door but no one's coming
I'm the LORD OF ALL I SURVEY!
Survey says the pilot's out
sink is full and
blinds are drawn.
It smells like sweat and silence
and a mostly empty fridge.
"Everything the light touches is yours!"
Outstanding power bill
bank statements
unreconciled
unwashed clothes
and unsent thank-you notes.
Shrink-wrapped books on how to cope.
Maybe I'll ask for a raise...
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 3:41 PM UTC
may she shine with symphony,
shake when they hit the road,
stare at time through her madness,
run after my sad, drunk blood,
crushing above an essential friend
her feet ache
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 7:20 PM UTC