"unvacuumed" poems
I think that you might notice
That I may have gone too soon
When you stumble upon houses with not enough doors
And too many empty rooms
I think it might hit you
When you walk past my swung open door
With no warmth to the core
With no bags on the floor
So I'm not the coldest thing that you knew
Honestly, it'll hit you
When the carpets unvacuumed for days
"It's so messy," you'll say
Like this is fixed with a broom
How's that house with no windows,
And too many rooms?
I don't fill my days with nothingness
I don't sleep until noon
For air, I crack the windows
And I rearrange the rooms
And it's fine by me
If you think
I can't leave a minute too soon
Someday I'll return, won't look through your windows,
Someday I won't want a room.
Jan 10, 2014
Jan 10, 2014 at 12:20 PM UTC
Like the hands I allowed my cat to scratch
and my unvacuumed floor and unwashed bed sheets,
And the ability to go outside and improve myself
I took you for granted.
May 22, 2016
May 22, 2016 at 1:18 AM UTC
My room
is a work of art
on the unvacuumed canvas
lies heaps
of U.C.S's
(unidentified clusters of ****
heaps that are only destroyed
during nights ... ... .. . . .
that are fueled with anxiety
or
just pu re
r
estles snes s .
These imperfect shapes
scattered
in comforting patterns
my compiled life
in pieces .
But I'm st ill restless.
The artist
is
never truly satisfied with
her
work
the mes s of my life
tossed comfor tably to the ground
until i am provoked by ... ... .. .
...
Each Article
I nd i v i dually held
Set in place
Stumb
ling upon
Lost object s ... . .
forgotten fabrics that
held you unquestionably.
a nostaliga
art
revealing things
you were probably already looking for .
Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 1:56 AM UTC