#skeletons
I have a skeleton in my closet,
or at least that's what everyone tells
me.
She was a lady, a fine lady,
my parents cry for her.
There's a skeleton in my closet,
or so I've been told.
They say I killed her.
I have a skeleton in my closet,
but I can't see her.
I went in to look for her. It's dark
in the closet.
I only realized I was claustrophobic
after I closed the door.
Everyone said it was a miracle
that this fine lady was no longer
a skeleton.
she was alive again.
They threw her a party,
they hugged her and welcomed her home.
I don't have a skeleton in my closet,
I'm sure of it now
I replaced the skeleton in my closet,
and it was called a miracle.
1d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 10:30 AM UTC
death always lurked in the shadows
a discreet distance
ominous presence
until one day
walked straight through my life
rattling doors, kicking over chairs
opening cupboards where skeletons
rattled old memories
there was
cold air in empty spaces
against my cheek
reminder of my own mortality
a sudden urgency
to find meaning
he took my mother and father
before once more retreating
though I know he waits
in the corner of my eye
Feb 15
Feb 15, 2026 at 6:23 PM UTC
Oh, house on the hill,
Be the protective keeper,
Of the skeletons in my closet.
Hold them close
And keep them warm,
Within your tight grasp.
I see too many futures,
Ruined by my remnants,
Remains like bones,
Hung up — locked away.
My past up on a hanger,
Forever looming above,
It stumbles forward
Chasing down the present.
So I'll lock it away,
Hanged with a rope,
Carefully woven from denial.
The closet door encases,
Closed like opportunities unsnared.
Oh, house on the hill,
Be the silent prison guard,
Of the skeletons haunting,
My soul.
Aug 7, 2025
Aug 7, 2025 at 11:42 PM UTC
Bile Addict
The truth comes out like stomach acid
burning the whole way up.
Needed and sometimes even wanted.
None the less still painful.
Still burning in your throat and in my ears.
A part of me feels like you hope this is my final straw and that I will finally throw in the towel.
A part of me was hoping that too, my Sweet.
Instead I take that straw to my nose
I use it to do a big ol line of the vile truth
while I push past the pain of the drip and the foul taste of your words
I try not to let you see the salty tears forming in my eyes.
I fold the towel you wish I would throw,
as perfect as I can
I walk to the closet that has the least amount of skeletons to put it away.
I don't have enough spine to declutter closets today.
Today Im no better than you.
I lie to myself and convince myself you could someday care, so that I can stomach
the urge I have to lie next to you.
Apr 4, 2025
Apr 4, 2025 at 7:17 PM UTC
Those beautiful animals
Were born
They grew and
They were used
For chariot racing
Then suddenly
They died and
Here we are
2000 years later
Marveling at their skeletons
Apr 17, 2025
Apr 17, 2025 at 5:42 PM UTC
It has finally become clear,
And you have released all doubts from my mind.
Even though I still love you,
We are incompatible once
We compare our skeletons.
You do not understand me,
But I understand you fully,
And I understand that you don’t
Understand yourself entirely.
Thus you do not know me and
I doubt you would be so kind once you do.
I do not wish to say goodbye,
But my soul has already left and
Our umbilical cord was cut
Once you trivialised that which is
Central to me
And I do not blame you,
Nor do I hold a grudge,
Because I understand you fully:
You preach love and compassion and
Yet you lack comfort and wisdom,
It is because you see through other eyes and not with them.
I still love you,
But it’s time I moved on towards the
Things which reflect my being
And are compatible once
We compare our skeletons.
May 9, 2021
May 9, 2021 at 10:30 PM UTC
~*every distance is a long shot
within reach of a fool*~
Prv. 𝑓:𝑦
bleed your heart out in dripping
poetic pretense―slip
that inky salamander some silk:
*"the wilting waiting flora
bequeathed their busting bouquets and
bountiful bosoms unto the world
in all of its prescient
violence"*
then read it back to yourself
later and be
absolutely disgusted.
throw it away with all the other
things you've done in your
life.
now reach back in your closet
and rattle the skeletons
lingering there.
finger your dreams in the
dark under pressure
from the mind
to find yourself.
the lightning severance
will sing and
anxiety will
harmonize with the knife.
you've done it again...
****** it all up
and everyone
knows it.
you could eat all the erasers
in the world
and your **** still
wouldn't come out correct.
a lifetime of valleys and
seawalls has made you
an avatar of
effortless blunder.
and you can't stop bleeding
all over the page; white
is red again
cause
you blue it.
bleed in―breathe out
breathe in―bleed out
bleed in―breathe out
breathe in―
bleed out...
welcome to the creative
process.
Apr 24, 2021
Apr 24, 2021 at 9:21 AM UTC
who in their right mind
would choose to hide skeletons
in their closets, of all places
my neighbor's backyard looks lovely
i helped him design it
you should know, i am no fool
not quite six feet under
the casket is more white than wood
but grey really brings out her eyes
well, won't you look at that?
my love's been immortalized
in a sepulcher of stone
Mar 28, 2021
Mar 28, 2021 at 2:55 PM UTC
Everyone’s got a skeleton in their closet
but I’m still alive in here.
Everybody seems to live a life that’s honest
but mines been a lie I fear.
Well maybe I just want to be "different"
But I know that it’s not the case.
'Cause I have always been keeping to the background
Hiding my true face.
It's never going to be easier,
They'll just see me as a movie monster.
Though I'm only a fraction of the whole
It's still too hard for me to let you know that...
I'm not yet who I'm meant to be but I'll get there someday.
At the very least, I hope I do.
And that I'll still do right by you.
I am not broken, I am not confused.
No, I've always known who I am.
But nobody wants to hear that news
So I'll stay with the skeletons for now...
Dec 28, 2020
Dec 28, 2020 at 10:01 PM UTC
there are days
i only feel like a burden.
someone who fills backseats
so that someone could be at the front.
and the weight of my own bones
are too heavy for a family name to carry.
heavy enough to crush a sorry girl.
my breaths are sometimes apologies
people refuse to hear.
im sorry if i am this way.
i wish i could be something more.
Oct 26, 2020
Oct 26, 2020 at 8:32 PM UTC
Devils are walking amongst us
And the only thing left to believe
Is to believe
We are here
Trading skeletons for skeletons
Trying to lighten the load
Because Hell doesn't wait for you to die
To bring you home
Sometimes we wonder
Are our moons for sale?
Are our moons in high demand
Or have they become surpluses?
While we prepare for our last meal
We take our shot at building our paradises
A little bubble, a little refuge
So fragile, so beautiful, so irrational
A gold-leafed imprint of a diamond
The moon belongs to everyone
Like the Sun, the day, and the night
And it's looking to play
If we must drink blood
Might as well pour it in the holy grail
Jun 22, 2020
Jun 22, 2020 at 3:43 AM UTC
I saw that you were drawing up stories of you and I so
I reached out and you reached for an eraser and I wondered what it would take for you to drop it and pick me up instead
but you held it so tightly determined to rid yourself of the past, present or future
But there's always a trace of the past on the next page
where your pencil left traces
You flip through books and rip out your favorite pages
but write about the skeletons that you have trapped in those cages and
I wondered if i had the right key
would you open your box of bones for me
so that I could prove to you that I will never leave before you awake
That I pray the lord to take my soul way before
he would ever take yours
because I could never face it
to live without you
Because my heart still beats every time that you draw me up and erase it
Because I loved you but I rotted away
Waiting for placement
Mar 25, 2020
Mar 25, 2020 at 10:05 AM UTC
I wrote fantasies and I wrote about sleep
I wrote about demons and
how they danced around a fire in my dreams
I wrote about skeletons in my closet that suffocated me
I wrote about monsters that I rolled around with
In my sheets and when “I love you”
Used to sound sweet
I wrote until my brain stopped flooding and my fingertips began to bleed
Poetry
i wrote until it
Finally
Became easier to
Breathe
m.d
Feb 20, 2020
Feb 20, 2020 at 12:50 PM UTC
days go
by
like cars
go by
like days
go
by like
cars go
by
like days
go by
like
cars go
by in fashion
in form in
unison in
seconds
awake to repeat
on time
today as skeletons
flame contagion
bright against
your ripe apple
again arranging
your pattern to
fit / feed
the mouth sloppy
below bit-beady
black holes
Jul 23, 2019
Jul 23, 2019 at 6:45 PM UTC
Diligent pride
What more to confide
I've got skeletons in my closet
They move and hit eachother,
Threaten and insult
Every move is assault
To them a wave of happiness
Is a broken bone
a thing to bless.
They are structured wrong...
They will always decay
May they only lay:
In their area
May they bury themselves...
...I want those shelves
But how do they seem to live?
How do they make noise?
Are these things toys?
One step closer...
They stop and stare
Maybe everyone's game is fair
A pair of people
Not a care in the world
Cut some slack as their lives unfurled
Every hero starts small
All the bone marrow making tall:
… the animation of all
The saga of the call
A net in the maul
So only the reckless will fall
The couple's interactions
Will never bury alive the factions
Of all the questions and answers
The lovers have awesome fate
And to clear the air
Is to fortify your mate
Only the bleak,
The forfeits from the weak,
Come to feature the negatives
At first they're meek
Chaos then will leak
Then they'll start wrecking
The good though
Gazing, lusting
Dismantling the fraudulent damaging low
People in the air tell us
Life is malleable
So why the strange fable
May 25, 2019
May 25, 2019 at 2:33 PM UTC
.
..
...
I don't know the words that makes this madness go away.
The words I've spoken are burying my own grave
and I don't know why there are no coffins below.
Where did all the skeletons go?
*I think i'll have to get a new wardrobe.
I think I know where all the skeletons go.*
I want to try on some different clothes,
but all my outfits seem to be made up of bones.
I don't understand why I don't like my own home.
I think I know where all the skeletons roam.
*I think i'll have to hide in my wardrobe.
I think I know where all the skeletons roam.*
...
..
.
Mar 18, 2019
Mar 18, 2019 at 11:22 AM UTC
There's skeletons in our closets,
Bones and skulls we never put to rest,
Creatures and people we massacred,
Won't tell anyone cause nobody cares like we do,
We don't fear anything but our own heads,
The things we've seen but forgotten,
Erode away the closet doors,
Guts come spilling way,
Revealing hidden passageways,
To something better that we've hid from ourselves,
Why we hid it just goes to show,
That we thrive under pressure,
Under our own filth and crimson,
In the little passageway,
The darkness was overwhelming,
To me but maybe not to you,
We stared at each other,
Doubting intentions and sudden emotions.
I was a gaslight ready to extinguish,
You were a creature of fire ready to burn up,
The only thing on my mind was a fateful night alone,
I couldn't tell what was on yours and needed to know more,
You lured me out of the shredded heads and limbs,
I was concerned with cleaning my closet,
My mother warned me over and over again,
You were concerned with everybody and not yourself,
We walked through no-mans-land for quite a while,
In between ourselves and everybody else,
We regretted the idea of emotions,
But I gave into a landslide of blood turned sand.
Where it started baffles me,
We hurt ourselves so much but work so well,
We broke into what life can really look like,
We're slowly healing and learning,
And that's the most important part.
Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 12:08 PM UTC
Rain down, celebrate my inadequacy
Small strips of my torn down legacy
Colors of my blood, sweat and tears
That have all accumulated through the years
Stick to my skin, cover me whole
Sink through your skin, take control
Cover the floor, cover the wall, it’s all I see
Your reward for destroying me
Is all this confetti.
Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 3:12 PM UTC
We're just two skeletons that never touch.
I'm just a cigarette smoking meat eater with hot feet.
You're just as scared as me with a worse temper.
I admire the quality of the fabric you choose to drape across your skin.
Dec 23, 2018
Dec 23, 2018 at 9:45 PM UTC
i truly hope that your skeleton festers beside mine
and our dirt clogged fingertips mould together
even after we lose the ability to grip.
wouldn't it be nice to rot with you.
Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 4:58 PM UTC
Somewhere in the willows
You hear it through the walls
Starts as a whisper
But then it soon calls
Make your way to
The adventure that awaits
You are the key
That opens the gates
Troubles and trickery
A daring little spell
Bring your wits about you
Hope it goes well
Witches are brewing
Skeletons will dance
Vampires are preying
You'll be put in a trance
Haunted are the willows
Who call out your name
Answer to them
You must finish the game
Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 7:13 PM UTC
You won’t live there forever.
One day, you will leave this place, and you will
take all of your things with you. You will decide what to keep and what to throw away.
When you are cleaning out your home,
emptying your room,
what will you do with my skeleton in your closet?
Jul 9, 2018
Jul 9, 2018 at 11:24 PM UTC