"cuboards" poems - Hello Poetry

(memories from a lost youth) When i was small the world was a big place and there were lions at the bottom of our garden. I never knew what a mortgage was and i was never allowed to stay up late! You got lots of presents at Christmas and on birthdays we played postman knocks and kissed girls in dark cuboards, he he. Our toilet was at the bottom of the garden, mum said our garden looked like a jungle; so you learnt to hold your *** after dark. Cos there was Lions at the bottom of our garden!

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Jan 22, 2015

Jan 22, 2015 at 9:20 AM UTC

thenotsosecretpet

Lions

(memories from a lost youth) When i was small the world was a big place and there were lions at the bottom of our garden. I never knew what a mortgage was and i was never allowed to stay up late! You got lots of presents at Christmas and on birthdays we played postman knocks and kissed girls in dark cuboards, he he. Our toilet was at the bottom of the garden, mum said our garden looked like a jungle; so you learnt to hold your *** after dark. Cos there was Lions at the bottom of our garden!

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Woke up With my eyes stuck together and my lips dry and my body stiff I rubbed my face and my eyelids almost closing again i walked upstairs and walked into my room and clothes laying eveywhere grabbed a big sweater and brought it over my head and slipped my arms through messed up my messy hair and walked in to the bathroom and looked myself in the mirror my mustache reaching the top of my grey lips and my stubble growing in slowly walked out of the bathroom left the light on and into the kitchen i yawned,it left me feeling weake opened up the cuboards took out the coffee walked over a basket with bread and took a slice made the coffe and let it to boil put the bread in the toaster and let it to toast looked out my window and the blue sky moving slowly with the clouds fluttering along the trees turned yellow and the streets wet,for it rained the toast popped out and coffe was made sat on the table rubbed my face the coffee steam raveling my nose and my teeth ready to taste the crunsh of white toast i thought about the day and smiled...

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Oct 13, 2013

Oct 13, 2013 at 12:42 AM UTC

BR

Coffee Need

Woke up With my eyes stuck together and my lips dry and my body stiff I rubbed my face and my eyelids almost closing again i walked upstairs and walked into my room and clothes laying eveywhere grabbed a big sweater and brought it over my head and slipped my arms through messed up my messy hair and walked in to the bathroom and looked myself in the mirror my mustache reaching the top of my grey lips and my stubble growing in slowly walked out of the bathroom left the light on and into the kitchen i yawned,it left me feeling weake opened up the cuboards took out the coffee walked over a basket with bread and took a slice made the coffe and let it to boil put the bread in the toaster and let it to toast looked out my window and the blue sky moving slowly with the clouds fluttering along the trees turned yellow and the streets wet,for it rained the toast popped out and coffe was made sat on the table rubbed my face the coffee steam raveling my nose and my teeth ready to taste the crunsh of white toast i thought about the day and smiled...

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we reach for the cuboards, we pull on the fridge, we twist a cap or two... pop a pill or three. we're all in need of an escape. she reached for the cuboards, she pulled on the fridge, she popped that pill. there is no escape. she turned to a mirror... does she like what she sees? so bleak. she rubs her mascara into her cheeks as a desperate attempt to hide her tears. her fears swell. her dreams shrink. she thinks, will i ever be liberated?

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Nov 13, 2011

Nov 13, 2011 at 12:38 AM UTC

jessica-cain

Poor girl, maybe you should try cutting, puking, or even gambling?

we reach for the cuboards, we pull on the fridge, we twist a cap or two... pop a pill or three. we're all in need of an escape. she reached for the cuboards, she pulled on the fridge, she popped that pill. there is no escape. she turned to a mirror... does she like what she sees? so bleak. she rubs her mascara into her cheeks as a desperate attempt to hide her tears. her fears swell. her dreams shrink. she thinks, will i ever be liberated?

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