forum Poem Dumping Space

Started April 25, 2023 by @RhysTheFirebird group

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Behold, a crappy poem i came up with last night

Fragile House
by Azrael M.

Deep inside this house of cards
I've gone too far and now it's dark
Can't eat, can't sleep, can hardly breathe
The house has come down over me

Deep inside this house of glass
The windows are mirrors, stained with past
The present goes by too fast
And the future isn't bright

I long to find a house of brick
Sturdy, strong and made to stick
Around a while, to weather it all
Because fragile houses always fall

i don't know what this is, but it's like… feelings??? and i think this is where these things go

‘Can I poke you?’
‘What?’
‘Can I, like, can I touch you?’
‘You… want to touch me?’
‘Yeah, jus-just a little… touch. So you know I'm alive.’
‘But I know you're alive. I can see that.’
‘Yeah well, i don’t know that’
‘You don’t know if you’re alive?’
‘… I'm so tired, I don't know.’
‘You should sleep.’
‘What if I die and we don’t notice?’
‘If you died, I'd know.’
‘What if I don't?’
‘Here, I'll hold your hand. Now sleep, and I won't let you die.’
‘…okay.’