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Room for Confession


I know these walls, like I know the brown pigment in my skin If these walls could talk, they'd say they know me better than I know myself though These walls mirror the truth behind the thoughts in my head Our relationship is intimate, private Like the lips between my legs These corners hide secrets, old stories from the past Like a blanket, these walls covered me and gave something to clinch to I've always felt safe HERE Apartment 5, 1st floor...I wrote my first stories here Stayed up late, reflecting my life along with patterns made by shades in the moonlight I had the best bedroom in the world, as long as I had it Alone When the sun went down and my father left for work It didn't matter if me and my mother didn't get along 'Cause she was seperated in the bedroom, mattress set for a queen I Lived in my Living Room, it's as simple as that All the conversations I had alone or the talks I had with God I discovered faith in that room, and erased fear A loveseat for making love, even though I preferred the couch My boyfriend and I would watch ourselves in the stained glass mirrors A room full of furniture to muffle the sounds of my screams The walls soaked up the energy I exerted And in return, gave me a space I could practice in Practice... Years of homework, studying for SAT's, the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd drafts of my essays I've always put my feelings in my poetry, but not as much as I put them in that room A living room to live in That room reflected heaven and hell With spirits coming in and out Hard wood floors suffered as much traffic as train tracks Somebody was always moving in my house The only time I remember it being quiet was...Never But soon the sound of air will take its place back in that lonely apartment And it's hard to imagine, not having those grease-stained walls to watch me Cracks in the ceilings, more like eyes to catch another episode of my reality show I'm not ready to undress the walls of it's pictures and artificial plant settings I know I'm lonely, but I can only imagine how these walls are gonna feel
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jwiener
A safe, comfortable place where we can write poetry is almost as important as the poetry itself. I'm sure wherever you are, you will seek out a place to feel connected to your writing.

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