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Windowsill Tears
April 2, 2021
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
© Victoria S., Århus V, Other
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SparrowSun ELITE said...
on Jun. 5 2021 at 2:57 pm
if you dont want to use a picture use the automatic default ti logo.
that was really good poetry
that was really good poetry
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!