#hallways
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
Dear Nat,
come back to bed!
walk my hallways,
then upon my shoulder sleep,
rest in my nooks
soft, well worn, cosy crannies,
let your face go slack,
get back jack,
to where you always belong
I know too well
what ails thee,
and know no answers easy,
found walking around
an old creaky house's
groaning discordant concordance
of mystery sounds
do come back to bed!
I'll call you babe,
kiss those temples
rock 'n rolling,
soothing them with
adagio classics from
the 1950's
I'll think of something
just back, bed bunk with me
your roommate of sole
****** sunset years
let you write poems on my tummy,
gurgling with the pleasure of
skin and words tender entwining,
just come back to bed,
pillow deep, fund the sleep
you desperate need,
from my countenance and body,
yours, no needy for asking,
just take what you're needing,
be my man,
be my child,
and come back to bed,
my still crazy man
after all these years,
before leaving me
sleepy smiling,
from a job well done
1/14/2015
Jul 18, 2021
Jul 18, 2021 at 11:49 AM UTC
All that's left are empty pages
Words I can't bring myself to write
Stuck in a pit of self-loathing
Telling everyone that I'm alright
I roam empty hallways alone
Scared things will never be the same
Wish I could take everything that once was
Set all the memories up in flame
I am free-falling into nothing
Disappearing into thin air
Cannot exist without you
You remain okay and unaware
Although you cannot see it I'm bleeding
From wounds you opened within
The purest form of sadness escapes
Seeping ike the melody of a violin
Though you are the cause of my pain
Know you didn't do anything wrong
Have only myself to blame
Believing you could stand me for long
Clearly I was foolish and naive
Thinking you loved the things I do
Even though I'm hurting now
I will never regret being with you
May 9, 2019
May 9, 2019 at 6:35 AM UTC
12/22/2018
I’m walking through the halls
Trapped in by suffocating walls
I’m walking through the doors
Over the decaying floors
Who has walked through them?
And where were they walking from?
A broken desk
Or a secluded bathroom stall?
Memories and laughter or
Tears and sobs evermore?
Have these hallways heard confessions?
Or witnessed just depression?
Have they made memories of laughter ?
Have these windows shown truth of all of the lies?
Or only a glimpse of an aggravated sunrise?
Are the walls shrines of the past?
Holders of all questions asked?
If the curtains wave in the gentle autumn breeze
Is there still an ill wanted disease?
The dilapidated ceiling watched over inhabitants
Still built perfectly built but falling apart
And visitors that were seen as contaminants
The unwanted one
The one no one would notice if they were gone
The same one that screamed for help here
For anyone to be near
Or the one who was popular
A class A top gossiper
The one with a sharp tongue
But no one knows that it’s wrong
The hallways whisper the secrets
Of their strongest weakness
The halls tell the stories they may
Of friends on their departing highway
And the friends who are just meeting
Smiles, laughter and a warm greeting
I’m walking through the halls
Trapped in by suffocating walls
I’m walking through the doors
Over the decaying floors
Waiting for a voice to hear
For anyone to show they're near
Waiting here forever
I won't leave this place, never
Jan 1, 2019
Jan 1, 2019 at 12:23 PM UTC
as soon as the
last bell rings
i go around classes,
slowly walk downstairs
and finally go home
once i’ve seen you
once i’ve
observed who you’re with,
analyzed how you walk
and the way that you smiled
as our eyes met
i walk around
the hallways
wishing
to walk around
your mind
wishing
you were able to
smell the blue
of my presence
just like I listen to
the gray of
your absence
perhaps
i don’t walk around
to see you,
perhaps i do it
for you to see me
Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 10:38 AM UTC
They like to keep me up night--
creeping around, haunting sounds, and pale figures in doorways I can barely make out.
They like to keep me on my toes--
Small phrases that make it sounds like they care and then they turn around and stab in me the back.
They try to remind me how to move forward--
but all they do is hold me back and keep me trapped between getting out and staying there.
These ghosts aren't the ones who haunt my hallways at night.
They are not the ones you can banish with some spell or some pretty knick knack you find at the store.
No, these are the ghosts of my mind.
They are the ones who remind me everyday I am in the same place.
They are the people who forgot me.
They are the loves I have lost.
The ghosts I cannot hide from.
Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 4:56 PM UTC
You ever walk from place to place with your earbuds in and music turned up? I do that a lot. I’m a hallway walker myself, used to run everywhere at first but not anymore.
So since you’re a hallway walker, where are you going? You got somewhere to be? I find myself walking halls a lot. Sometimes it’s for absolutely no reason. And sometimes we all just need to walk out our problems or feelings.
You get used to seeing the same walls and doors along the way. Sometime that halls are empty and hollow, and sometimes you’re trying to walk through a crowd...
Have you ever wondered about where other people are going? Maybe they’re walking the same way you are, or maybe they’re walking to nowhere. Either way, we’ve all got somewhere we have to go. I hope you make it there safely.
And hey, don’t forget where you’re going, but don’t forget where you came from either. The journey is just as important as the destination. Thanks for finding my letter. Now keep walking, I mean, don’t you have somewhere to be?
~Letter Writer
Apr 3, 2017
Apr 3, 2017 at 2:30 AM UTC
Hallways:
They're empty first of all.
And anything or anyone that appears to be there, isn't actually there, you-- are dreaming. Don't believe me?
Let's play a game, it's called, "Where's Waldo?" With you as "Waldo".
Yes, that's right, you-- have to find yourself in this sea of walls, floors and people you do not know.
These people, with stoic faces, walk the same halls, looking for the same thing. They do not care that you are here, and you don't care that they are here.
Just get to the end of the hallway, but don't go into the light, you are not here to die -- you can't. You have to find yourself before you do. But there are some people who die before finding themselves in the "Where's Waldo?" page.
They're dead!
Out of this maze of halls you find yourself in.
But you...
You are determined. You will not leave without finding yourself, do not allow yourself to give up!
Look!
At the end of the hall! It's you!
You found yourself! You win the search! Now go!
Run! Get to them, yourself is waiting for you at the end of this hall.
RUN! Run as fast as your legs can carry you! Because you do not have time to think, so RUN!
They need you to save them! They're calling out to you, screaming for help, for You.
Get to them, grab their hand, save them!
...And just as you barely make contact with their hand and lock eyes with a body with the same eyes and face as you...
They begin to fade, to disappear!! WAIT! NO!
Come Back!!
You were so close to saving them!
You wake up.
It was all just a dream.
You were dreaming right? You know you were dreaming!
You get up. Open the door... exit the room...
And you walk down a hallway...
Mar 20, 2017
Mar 20, 2017 at 9:30 PM UTC
I still avoid you in the hallways
To avoid all my inevitable nail biting
And stammering phrases
I remember how the hate coiled
In my intestines
Waiting to spring free
Out of my belly
But now the fire has subsided
And I smile and bit my lips
I still remember your birthday
And on any given day
I can recite all the late night messages you had sent me that I was too asleep to answer
And some nights I grew frantic with the knife
Trying to cut you out of my skin
That your fingerprints had so carefully engraved themselves on.
Other days I welcomed your curious stares
And our troubled conversations
Never once bringing up
How our pride had hurt each other
And how our lovesick past will always be in our minds
Another 24 hours and I go delusional
Holding your shadowed hand
And listening to your voice whisper sweet little lies in my ears.
But I hope your reality never becomes better than my imagination.
But you still avoid me in the hallways.
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 1:23 AM UTC
Everyday i walk down these halls Theres laughing
Theres talking
And everyone's rushing.
But today was different.
The halls were bleak
And it seemed as though nobody was beside me or in front of me
No laughing
No talking
Just whispers
And even with my head bowed
I can feel their stares
Not normal stares either
They’re stares of uttermost disgust and disgrace
As i walked forward the whispers get louder
My stomach drops
My eyes burn
And everything become blurry
The first tear rolls down my face and
I taste the salt as it hits the top of my lip
My nose fills with snot
I sniff it in
Trying to hide and evidence of my weakness
But they know
And to them
Its satisfaction.
Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 10:52 PM UTC
I push and shove as I try to get through
Having to deal with people stepping on my shoes
No one wants to be late
Pushing and shoving trying to get to thier class that awaits
Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 11:02 PM UTC
I roam
These empty hallways
Tread on broken glass
That reflects you
And the little moments
I treasure so much.
I use my hands
Those which slipped into yours so perfectly
Like a puzzle piece
To pick up those shattered pieces.
They're scratched
By the sharp edges
That pierce my skin.
I carry those wisps of memories
in my arms
Those I used to wrap around you
In warm embrace.
They're ******
Cut by the glass
Pressed against them.
I roam these empty hallways
Trying to
Collect memories,
Both good and bad.
But inside,
I hope that
Maybe,
Just maybe
I'll find you too,
Roaming these empty hallways
Picking up the
Fragments of us.
Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 3:05 AM UTC