HausOfDay

I woke this morning, and your name was splashed across the walls. I woke this morning to find a bag of stones hanging heavy from my chest. Lodged between two ...

Twist out of myself, grey tornado. Pour out of these ears, these lungs, through this, my belly. I become something without a body, I am a thought, I am I ...

Dirty thoughts strapped tight in my chest, heave forward in a bellowing cough. Swoop out of me like some black bird. A kiss of clouds, swipe the sky with sharp ...

A deep bruise sits on my neck, scraped off of my one night lover’s tongue. Spots of blood raised to the surface, by pursed lips, with an angry suck. He ...

When I say real life events, I mean literally, everything, the robot idea included, that's what he said to get me to do it. But I can see how that ...

The poem is based off real life events. I was told to edit the poem this way by my poetry lecturer, she said it worked better without all the 'explaining ...

Let’s play a game. He palmed my small back into a stoop, and we disappeared into the tent. Daddy had set it up with me that morning. He lay down ...

Thank you :) I'm glad that you like it.

Thank you! You're very sweet to say that :) I'm so happy you like it :)

Thanks for your review :) I really appreciate it, just one thing that I want to try and get across about the poem, if that's OK, haha, I do agree ...

I found her lying in the river bed on a blanket of ash. A flurry of dust and embers circling above and around her. She was still. Her hair, a ...

Have you ever wanted to kill someone? I have. She’s blonde. Freckles, mid thirties. Long hair, manicured nails. Born in a fishing town, poor. Tried to clean herself up, but ...

With a little squeak here, and a squeak there, this poem could be even more beautiful than it already is. Such things as the timing of words to create correct ...

Quite similar to Paradise Lost, in context only, I think. Dealing with ancient evils, ect. You have written a wonderful poem, and I adore the ideas and themes. The message ...

This made me both very sad and very proud. I don't know you, so to say I'm proud may seem a little invading, but none the less, I am proud ...