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Windowsill Tears

April 2, 2021
By drejerrejer SILVER, Århus V, Other
drejerrejer SILVER, Århus V, Other
7 articles 0 photos 4 comments

I like the way houses decay

Decay until they’re a shell of memories

Until they’re a cluster of useful and not-so-useful things

Red bricks

Chipped paint

An open window to welcome the rain

Have you ever noticed

The way an abandoned house stares at you

In your car when you drive past

Window eyes

Windowsill tears

Decayed houses long for someone 

Just like I do 

But you’re the rain and the wind

And the moisture that soaks the foundation wood

You’re the kids that kick down the walls and the glass

And the rats that feast on the insulation

And I long for someone

So you tear me apart

The author's comments:

I've been feeling very inspired these days and while I still have virtually no clue wether any of my poetry is good (I feel quite confident in my non-poetry stuff, might submit more, who knows), I really like this one. And it's true, too. 

Oh, and this is my formal complaint that you HAVE to submit a picture with your work. What a bunch of a baloney. Perhaps it's because I have a tendency to bury myself in a wall of satire and irony (that I usually relieve myself of while writing) but I always feel like a doofus when I look for a damn photo. My formal complaint, ladies and gentlemen!

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on Jun. 5 2021 at 2:57 pm
SparrowSun ELITE, X, Vermont
201 articles 23 photos 1052 comments

Favorite Quote:
"It Will Be Good." (complicated semi-spiritual emotional story.)

"Upon his bench the pieces lay
As if an artwork on display
Of gears and hands
And wire-thin bands
That glisten in dim candle play." -Janice T., Clockwork[love that poem, dont know why, im not steampunk]

if you dont want to use a picture use the automatic default ti logo.
that was really good poetry

dinooo BRONZE said...
on Jun. 5 2021 at 1:11 am
dinooo BRONZE, Raleigh, North Carolina
3 articles 0 photos 27 comments

Favorite Quote:
All that glisters is not gold;
Often have you heard that told.
Many a man his life hath sold
But my outside to behold.
Gilded tombs do worms enfold.

Just letting you know, your poetry is AMAZING!!!! No need to doubt yourself :)