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Our House

January 21, 2010
By sonnysulouff BRONZE, Clarendon Hills, Illinois
sonnysulouff BRONZE, Clarendon Hills, Illinois
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Our house smells like dead flowers
And broken hearts
Stale Soup in the kitchen,
Bleach in the bathrooms,
Dust in the basement
And regret hanging from the ceiling.
Our house smells like new furniture that already has cracks
And old furniture full of lies.
The lights glare at us
And the sink cries
And the TV tries to soothe us with falsehood.
Rain hits the roof
And feet hit the floor
And the truth hits you in the face.
Our house smells like dead flowers and broken hearts.
Our house is not a home.

The author's comments:
When my mom was diagnosed with reaccurant cancer, we received more flowers than we could imagine! It was a hard time that we never talked about, so I just sat down and started writing about it!

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This article has 3 comments.

bun1976 said...
on Feb. 11 2010 at 6:09 am

This poem is so beautiful and sad. If you want to talk, let me know.


sonnysulouff said...
on Feb. 6 2010 at 9:40 am
Thanks... glad u like it!

on Feb. 5 2010 at 9:12 pm
sasssgirrrl22 PLATINUM, Pearl River, New York
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Favorite Quote:
"Giving up is not a part of my vocabulary."
"Don't let the fear of striking out keep you from playing the game."
"Truth be told I miss ya, truth be told I'm lying."

whoa this is so deep. i luv it. im so sorry bout ur mom. best of luck!!