Thursday, November 19, 2009

we've all got a name

Seeing the same faces every day 
even when I stay inside 
grey walls

and not hiding anything I look out 
one of three windows 
with the shades drawn and I am imagining 
clouds inside; 
hovering up at the ceiling like small children with secrets

I play my guitar with a love that I found a few years ago 
in my old closet
in my old room 
at my parents house- 
made me feel new

and there is a girl in one of my classes 
made by watercolors and she would 
probably be a lot of fun to 
lay with on those 
old hardwood floors

but we barely ever use the front door anymore.

1 comment:

  1. In the third stanza, the lines sound like you're playing chords. There's a melancholy rhythm here that I really like. It's weird your poems make me feel and I'm kind of speechless when I read your writing as I'm not sure how to phrase how it affected me.

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