#suitcase
The suitcase stood in the hallway for months.
Packed. Ready.
Dust settled on the clasps.
Shoes passed it every day.
No one remembered what was inside.
No one opened it.
At night it sometimes breathed
a soft leather movement,
like something turning in sleep.
Not much.
Just enough to remind the hallway
that departures still existed.
One day we opened it.
Empty.
The room felt suddenly wider,
as if whatever had been waiting inside
had already left
and the suitcase
was the last thing
to notice.
May 2
May 2, 2026 at 12:35 PM UTC
They sit beneath the moon
in their newborn love
and spoon-fed dreams.
There’s magic in innocence
that is both a promise, and
a suitcase of unopened wounds.
His toothpaste left uncapped,
and her hairbrush abandoned
on his pillow are smiles
that have not yet become
the war of the roses.
There is no map for the future,
only forever spoken from lips
not yet bruised by reality.
I feel ancient with my weight of years,
sacrifices, grief, humor, loss, and love
broken in like uncomfortable shoes.
I hear them call through a screen window
to come sit with them…
With a sigh I step out the door,
and walk out into moonlight
that one night will shine through a curtain
on two innocents who discover the
lock on the suitcase is broken.
Aug 27, 2025
Aug 27, 2025 at 5:14 PM UTC
I found a staircase carved into thunder
Each step a tooth pulled from sleeping beasts
The air tasted of copper
And half-remembered hymns
I climbed until my name fell off my shoulders
And rolled back into the darkness like a coin
Mirrors waited
Cracked and sighing with old weather
And when I reached for one
It bit my hand
A lantern swung from the jawbone of a tree
Older than remorse
Moths gathered like ash in my mouth
And taught me to speak
In vanished dialects
Even the silence had a pulse
I tried to pray once
But the sky folded its arms
Every word transformed into wolves
Who wouldn't approach me
The horizon was a wound stitched with lightning
Far below
Cities slept in the stomachs of drowned bells
Their windows flickering with dreams left unclaimed
I wanted to wake them
But my hands resembled rivers
And everything I touched forgot its shape
By dawn
I had grown antlers made of frost
And a mouth full of rain
The staircase ended in nothing
Except the sound of wings
Turning to glass
Aug 1, 2025
Aug 1, 2025 at 4:57 AM UTC
If I weren't me, who would I be?
If the world hadn't shut down, would I still
be lost?
Like blisters on my feet, I carry my doubts,
Mistook burnout for discipline, wore it as
a badge.
Baggage heavy with memories,
I drag it through the mud-
Versions of myself, deeply buried in a suitcase.
If I stop and leave it behind,
Will the old me burn in ashes?
May 27, 2025
May 27, 2025 at 1:34 PM UTC
it’s the drastic change
from the crisp winter breeze
to the salty air
that never fails to amaze me
the mere hours that are able to alter everything
flipping my world upside down
the airport is a simple portal
for the airplane that becomes
a catalyst for that change.
Feb 3, 2022
Feb 3, 2022 at 4:37 AM UTC
The air feels cold again
Like it did when we walked across the curved crossroad leaving winding footprints buried in the snow
When the earth seemed to be peeling off her color folding the summer back into her suitcase
Oct 3, 2021
Oct 3, 2021 at 12:07 PM UTC
It's been awhile since I'm in the road,
A big black suitcase taken with myself,
I've tried to fit and carry my whole home,
But home's a feeling and a place.
And all the maps and changing routes,
Those random people I have met
Have brought no answers and no clues
To where I do belong and where I'm at.
Jul 16, 2021
Jul 16, 2021 at 7:59 PM UTC
In the court chamber,
a love and the
law are
judged
and cases
are filed and
sealed
Then, are placed in a
Brilliant suitcase, and
No more law
For love
⚖️
Jul 21, 2020
Jul 21, 2020 at 10:50 AM UTC
Sitting on her suitcase
Waiting
In a near empty street
The other kids
The teachers
And the coach
Went home
Long ago
Seven years old
Small and pale
A dreamy little oddball
With long red hair
It needs a wash
Like she does
Everybody else
Is at home having tea
She is still waiting
None will come
They often forget her
With a sigh
She gets up
Dragging the case
Down the hill
They are all surprised
When she arrives
She cries
They call her a little drama queen
She takes the case upstairs
And keeps the baggage in her head for fifty years
She is my ghost
And I am hers
We haunt each other
Dec 13, 2019
Dec 13, 2019 at 10:41 AM UTC
A suitcase
was drinking
cold drinks
by using a bio degradable
straw not
taking times
200 years to
compost.
The human baby was
actually drinking it
inside a smart
suitcase.
That baby is
gene edited baby
who can drink
cold drinks
in one months also.
That suitcase was
following her mother
by artificial intelligence
and small camera.
That mother was
a half robot and
half human being.
Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 10:44 AM UTC
Our glass is full,
it spilled over last year.
Your ropes tied to me,
were cut, so I fall.
In morning, we meet,
But it will different kind.
You will hold the suitcase,
I will hold an empty cup.
Why couldn’t we last the year,
we were breaking at the britches.
You packed your suitcase,
for red rocks and a better life.
I tried to mend the seams.
I tried to fix the table leg.
But my love you’ve wrecked it all.
It wasn’t balanced,
I needed your needle, your strength.
I tried to tell you,
it was about to burst, spill.
I tried to be patient,
and wait.
We pretended.
Who the hell was I?
Who are you?
I loved you.
Our glass is full,
let it fall.
Wash our hands of this.
In morning, we meet,
But it will different kind.
You will hold the suitcase,
I will give you the empty cup.
Fill it with what you need.
Fill it with the love you find.
Fill it with memories.
I will be here,
far behind.
Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 9:03 AM UTC
She was never steady—
always ready for the grand depart;
she lived for take-offs and landings—
she's the girl with a suitcase heart.
Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 9:03 PM UTC
Emptied out the suitcase of my thoughts
I'm kinda tired of lugging them around
Searching for a place to just feel sore
Without some ******* telling me
To flip my smile around
If I could? Don't you think I would?
If I could just blank out the bullcrap of today
If I could? You bet I would.
Funnily ******* enough, things don't quite work that way.
Wiping away the scratchmarks of the day
With the antiseptic wipe of yet another pill
Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 11:54 AM UTC
I was sitting on the end of my bed,
Stressed depressed thoughts filling my head,
My feelings locked up in a suit case.
I look around with a frown and sigh with such pain,
the rain is pouring against the window with a PAIN PAIN PAIN.
Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 5:58 AM UTC
With all of the grand adventure awaiting you,
I wish you could just pack me up in your suitcase too.
That way, wherever you go,
You'd have me and I'd have you.
Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 1:55 AM UTC
Suitcase filled, gas tank
full, the keys have been returned.
Finally, left you.
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 1:08 PM UTC