Thread: Stop Trying

Look
the cherries are rotten.
The oranges are sprouting spots
and it's time you stopped calling.

Silent sheets are made of ice,
no point in stretching toes out
and exploring -

But feet move on their own,
traversing the tundra only to find
the left side of the arctic
has been abandoned.

This house is a rotting animal around me
its protruding ribs
a cage.
It rustles as it decomposes
and leaves me sleepless.

I killed your plants,
wilted in the winter sun -
murdered them with apathy.

They sit forlornly on the windowsill
stoic little soldiers
waiting for the war to end.

But I threw your toothbrush out
it's stranded in the clutter of the bin
there is no way
it can crawl back onto the shelf.

Look
the cherries are rotten.
The oranges are sprouting spots
and it's time you stopped calling.

I killed your plants,
wilted in the winter sun -
murdered them with apathy.

They sit forlornly on the windowsill
stoic little soldiers
waiting for the war to end.

me too(once..)
A true friend said, "What's this?"
A portrait...
"Take it down." I did.

I like it, but crawling toothbrushes scare me.

I can identify with every word of this Damien, sadly, I've been there before. Having said that, I loved the imagery you used here, very clear and strong. Kudos.

Silent sheets are made of ice,
no point in stretching toes out
and exploring -

But feet move on their own,
traversing the tundra only to find
the left side of the arctic
has been abandoned.

its protruding ribs
a cage.
It rustles as it decomposes
and leaves me sleepless.

Loved it. Been there. You painted a beautiful picture. Nice work.

Nice imagery! I love how each image moves swiftly through each stanza. I guess I would ask that maybe you could tie in the stanzas closer together? Maybe that would bring a stronger cohesiveness to the poem as a whole. But as it is, good work!