PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Give that poor room a boy

one that will brighten the walls

and wave lightly at the trim

revealing a glimpse of something extra

There was a singing comet passing over

at the same time I split the sentence

that I felt feelings for the first time

in a long while

A shadow stalking the dimensions we shed

laying awake while sleep commands

that the room be all black but moonlight

in a powerpoint presentation

The carpet sheds bed bugs I think

while dust mites collect into balls

that my grandmother would surely dissaprove of

in a ripe age waiting for the finals

I take part in the appreciation of small things now

like

when there's a bathroom conveniently

located in a movie theater

so you don't have to miss too much of the movie

or when

your friend decides it's high time

to settle his debt with you

when you both are washing brain cells at the bar

better yet

I love the way when I forget what the stars are

until by happen stance I may decide to look up

and all of life's problems melt in the stratus

while galatic stress is done away by the gravity

of endless existence of been there, done that

In life I really just wish to mutter

I'm lonely

and not have to deal with the stares

or the exclamations of people saying they're there for you

When people say I'm lonely

I nod in agreement

while maybe offering that 

when you finally find yourself

a loneliness may recede

The poor room is a hard art

a faulty vessal where you, the operator

must make the equation equal out

before subtraction subdues you