kokopuffchan
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i'm ko. and this is my poetry thread.
come here and i'll try to update and post my poetry. i'm going to be posting some stuff from the last two months or so at first, because poetry doesn't just flow out of me at any moment.
i'll only post one at a time, because i like people to focus on just one before moving on.
<3
come here and i'll try to update and post my poetry. i'm going to be posting some stuff from the last two months or so at first, because poetry doesn't just flow out of me at any moment.
i'll only post one at a time, because i like people to focus on just one before moving on.
<3
this heart is not a home
this house is like an empty shaft,
a cocoon when the butterfly has left.
i am waiting, staring at the floor.
[did anyone ever live here before?]
this house has walls of sand and stone,
crumbling holes where punches were thrown.
these rooms are excuses for black holes.
[did this house ever support a soul?]
and where did the occupants go?
'in this house,' they say, 'she walks the halls,
she tries to fit the spaces between the walls.
she walks the corridors alone.'
[and this house is not a home.]
there are webs and spiders in the corners,
along the house's lonely borders.
you can hear its creaking in the night.
[there must have been quite a fight.]
and why does no one listen to its plight?
there are echoes off the walls,
there are endless, endless halls.
in this house there's not a soul.
[you are left out in the cold.]
trapped in this house, i await,
some sort of way i can escape.
locked in this house, i've lost the key.
[we are trapped inside of me.]
and just what is it that you can't see?
in this house, the walls stained red,
you can see the blood of the dead.
in this house you're all alone.
[and this heart is not a home.]
this house is like an empty shaft,
a cocoon when the butterfly has left.
i am waiting, staring at the floor.
[did anyone ever live here before?]
this house has walls of sand and stone,
crumbling holes where punches were thrown.
these rooms are excuses for black holes.
[did this house ever support a soul?]
and where did the occupants go?
'in this house,' they say, 'she walks the halls,
she tries to fit the spaces between the walls.
she walks the corridors alone.'
[and this house is not a home.]
there are webs and spiders in the corners,
along the house's lonely borders.
you can hear its creaking in the night.
[there must have been quite a fight.]
and why does no one listen to its plight?
there are echoes off the walls,
there are endless, endless halls.
in this house there's not a soul.
[you are left out in the cold.]
trapped in this house, i await,
some sort of way i can escape.
locked in this house, i've lost the key.
[we are trapped inside of me.]
and just what is it that you can't see?
in this house, the walls stained red,
you can see the blood of the dead.
in this house you're all alone.
[and this heart is not a home.]