"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...
Oct 20, 2023
Oct 20, 2023 at 5:48 PM UTC
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
Nov 19, 2024
Nov 19, 2024 at 6:58 AM UTC
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.
Jun 14, 2012
Jun 14, 2012 at 3:59 PM UTC
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
Nov 18, 2017
Nov 18, 2017 at 8:05 AM UTC
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.
Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 11:37 PM UTC
Freedom is removed
The breeze listens with intent
And the walls have eyes
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 3:33 AM UTC
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.
May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 4:34 PM UTC
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.
Feb 9, 2018
Feb 9, 2018 at 10:53 AM UTC
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.
Jun 24, 2017
Jun 24, 2017 at 10:37 PM UTC
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.
Nov 26, 2021
Nov 26, 2021 at 1:59 AM UTC