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"houseguest" poems
With a voice that fails me I aim at the lines between your hope and my despair With a needle, in an effort to achieve precision To stitch our thoughts together They’re so similar, so different You think of October as a warm home And I see it as a cold houseguest And we co-exist in this oblivion This circle of this or that I admire your willingness to fill spaces And you question my fear of being heard You relish in the colours of fall And I dread the looming winter How is it that we left September Hand-in-hand, wishing for rain...
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Oct 20, 2023
Oct 20, 2023 at 5:48 PM UTC
To end this note about September
Pain within my every word Mental instability Never very kind or patient Definitely not conducive to tranquility Oh to be free all I long for World exterminated of hate Something I've dreamt about often Life has refused to cooperate Relaxation an overstayed houseguest Won't take my subtle hints to leave Some think I enjoy lazy demeanor Desperately wish goals I could acheive I'm not worthless degenerate Just process events differently than most A am a lost soul fighting depression Inside haunted by a nameless ghost With zero way to discover a road to bliss Words I scribble my comfort when dark Everything is a fleeting experience Perception altered by every harmful remark Is swallowing truth so hard That it sticks in back of my throat? If it is I'll forcefully choke it down Weight why it's difficult to float
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Nov 19, 2024
Nov 19, 2024 at 6:58 AM UTC
Mental Instability
Foul and fowlish woman, Invite me in and let me see this filth You speak of. Your den smells A little like cigarettes. That's good. You understand the healing power of smoke And grease, and dirt, and body fluids on the mind. Savor your time alone in the house To be gross, to be common and ill-clothed To wipe whatever you please wherever And to leave your begging traces Because your children don't notice, No matter how much you peck at them. Your husband is too tired to make faces Too tired to make love. And no one else enters the solitude The real solitude Of your married life. I'll stand behind you while you mix eggshells Into your own birthday cake. Then let's go out With red, red mouths - Let the slithering slime infect the walls Break the vacuum Defile.
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Jun 14, 2012
Jun 14, 2012 at 3:59 PM UTC
Houseguest to a Henwife
The sizzling sound of the radiator Waked me up too soon The cold breeze nibbles at my feet like the unwanted houseguest The sunlight come peekaboo to soon, leaving the darkness behind yesterday sun The New York cold weather frets me The Island sunshine, calls out my name Lying there with my compatriots The cold and the non-sunshine I have a long day ahead of me I refused to be self-pity
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Nov 18, 2017
Nov 18, 2017 at 8:05 AM UTC
Unwanted Houseguest
i knew better. they forewarned me till they stood before me blue in the face: "be careful with what you browse, be watchful of what your eyes see, beware of what you accept." five years later, i harbor it reluctantly, the demanding houseguest who never quite left.
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Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 11:37 PM UTC
9 6 14
Freedom is removed The breeze listens with intent And the walls have eyes
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May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 3:33 AM UTC
Houseguest
Hadn't I said that we would abruptly meet? It was the gift of the cravings I got before. I felt that life was just only a moment When I embraced you with my eyes afar. I got how insanely I yearned for you As I madly began to shiver so hard. Even yet I can feel that excitement Which makes my feelings and mind drift apart With the eristic lacks which I always had I could not be consoled, it's my nature. Before you helped me retrieve my peaceful shelter, I had been wandering as a homeless creature. Home is not a place like a cot or as a nest, Home is where you feel yourself during the day And you have become my restful, cheerful home Where you're rarely seen as a houseguest Just lend an ear to my lovesick missing, It is inviting you heartily and gently. I am hospitable, you also feel at home, Please, pay a visit very frequently.
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May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 4:34 PM UTC
You are my home
Cancer is a houseguest in an unwelcoming home. Picking the lock and making himself comfortable Sprawling out on a couch earned by hard working hands that He mistakes for his own.
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Feb 9, 2018
Feb 9, 2018 at 10:53 AM UTC
cancer.
Pink plastic prickly Stuck at weird angles Threaten To tear out already thin Brown and gray hair. Liar! Or crazy. A nightmare to the rescue, A ghost standing right over there, Don't get in that dryer. That's not a safe place to play Hide and seek. Liar! Crazy! Oh but love and love and Lovey love. Liar! Crazy! *** and coke will make One run and choke. Liar. Crazy. Mix ketchup with scrambled eggs Eat, pull hair, look at new baby. Go through the motions. It never happened. Liar! Crazy! Houseguest to the rescue. Ghost dressed in Familiar clothes. Nakedness, no need to expose. Garden instead.
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Jun 24, 2017
Jun 24, 2017 at 10:37 PM UTC
Night terrors
1 i am the space expanding non-stop at the risk of losing history and what remains of its stardust. my sorrows expand with it; my vastness grows wider, deeper by the day to accommodate an uninvited houseguest. 2 i fear the act of going through my bones like a bundle of endless, wistful letters; some for burning. some for throwing away. some for breaking through my ashen skin. how can i be both limited and boundless — it is no magic — just mundanely human. the thought descends like poison eating at my backbone until i am no more than a bygone, spineless caryatid. 3 yet again i take down the cosmos, pick it apart and in my hands, manage to turn it into something distastefully prosaic — turn it into a disassembled being. all this wordless sadness has made me ancient. alien. unidentified. 4 i am the space expanding non-stop at the risk of losing history; i have long stopped trying to make any sense to myself and there is no greater joy than to be a perplexity. amid it all, i tiptoe back and forth between the ice-thin parts of celestine silence and the static ringing of incomprehensible poetry. the ground where i stand on breaks; i float with no direction. 5 i am the space expanding endlessly; i grow wider and deeper to make room for vaster sorrows — if only a sigh is enough to hold me as i tear it all down. tear it all quietly. inward. once and for all. if only a sigh is enough to hold me as i implode in tragic, breath-taking cosmic colors.
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Nov 26, 2021
Nov 26, 2021 at 1:59 AM UTC
big bang