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[title] => Moving Out, Moving On
[time] => 2007-02-23 19:16:57
[hometext] => Houses seem to tell you when you've worn out your welcome....
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My house and I are falling out.
the front door lock,
once so smoothly yielding
stubbornly resists the key
the door sticks to the frame,
but I shoulder an entrance
amidst groans and creaking protest.
From the fridge a frosty glow,
and an icy stare from the freezer
- no sustenance there.
the carpet gives me dirty looks,
while the stairs complain as I mount them.
The walls are closing in
“out-out-out!” they chorus
behind flaking paint and cracked render
the water takes forever to warm up,
and the pipes tremble their disgust
soon it’ll be smoke at midnight
or a ceiling light clouting me senseless.
I know when I’m not wanted,
so I’ve packed and given notice
all the while, eyeing a cute little flat
in a tree-lined, picturesque street
lace draped windows, well built
and a massive, uhm, balcony
but the joke’s on you, dear ex-house,
for all your domestic betrayal
(I didn’t flush) 10
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Moving Out, Moving On
Contributed by
spike
on
Friday, 23rd February 2007 @ 07:16:57 PM in AEST
Topic:
goodbyepoetry
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My house and I are falling out.
the front door lock,
once so smoothly yielding
stubbornly resists the key
the door sticks to the frame,
but I shoulder an entrance
amidst groans and creaking protest.
From the fridge a frosty glow,
and an icy stare from the freezer
- no sustenance there.
the carpet gives me dirty looks,
while the stairs complain as I mount them.
The walls are closing in
“out-out-out!” they chorus
behind flaking paint and cracked render
the water takes forever to warm up,
and the pipes tremble their disgust
soon it’ll be smoke at midnight
or a ceiling light clouting me senseless.
I know when I’m not wanted,
so I’ve packed and given notice
all the while, eyeing a cute little flat
in a tree-lined, picturesque street
lace draped windows, well built
and a massive, uhm, balcony
but the joke’s on you, dear ex-house,
for all your domestic betrayal
(I didn’t flush)
Copyright ©
spike
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2007-02-23 19:16:57]
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Re: Moving Out, Moving On
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by emystar on
Friday, 23rd February 2007 @ 08:50:48 PM AEST
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Cute all the way down to I didn't flush it.
Awesdome writing.
huggs, smiles,
emy |
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Re: Moving Out, Moving On
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by FRANCO on
Friday, 23rd February 2007 @ 10:07:40 PM AEST
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A WONDERFUL POEM. FUNNY THOUGH.
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Re: Moving Out, Moving On
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by shelby on
Saturday, 24th February 2007 @ 02:59:49 AM AEST
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LOL!!!! The title caught me right away and this is so inventive not to mention funny! Then I got to the very end and I laughed out loud. You my friend always keep me guessing. Loved this and that pic is super neato!!!!!!! I also agree with the entire thing. Houses are a living breathing thing at times though we dont think of it as such until it reminds us.
~Michelle~ |
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Re: Moving Out, Moving On
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by SaintzAndSinnerz on
Sunday, 25th February 2007 @ 10:49:07 AM AEST
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| This poem made me laugh and its so creative. I hate when doors stick to the frame! Good job! |
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Re: Moving Out, Moving On
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by PhantomVampyress on
Sunday, 25th February 2007 @ 11:22:25 AM AEST
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a very creative well penned out piece.. it was kinda funny too great job
vampyress Jenni |
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Re: Moving Out, Moving On
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by MisfitMe on
Monday, 26th February 2007 @ 01:54:48 AM AEST
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Huckin' Filarious, my dear... the joke here is one shared on me, as I believe that, I also, have lived in this house, lol!!!
BigLoveMuchPeace
~me |
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Re: Moving Out, Moving On
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by Former_Member on
Tuesday, 27th February 2007 @ 02:15:24 AM AEST
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Spike,I reckon your house and mine share more than just the odd gene.Perhaps we should set up a society for those cruelly betrayed by their house.It renews my faith reading your poetry,whether it produces a smile or deeper fall into thought.
Den |
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Re: Moving Out, Moving On
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by Former_Member on
Tuesday, 27th February 2007 @ 07:24:51 PM AEST
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lol @ the last line ... spike .. you devil!
Having just "downsized" myself, I can relate. Sometimes our
surroundings become so unfriendly .. and cold. I find the
"flat" idea, much more appealing, just for it's coziness!
As for me .. my place just got too demanding! It literally
took on it's own personality and became the master of
all!! It was annoying at best! lol
I loved this write, S, if only for it's pure honest and straightforward
musings. (I just finished the last bits of "responsibility" I
owed my former address .. and glad to be done with it!)
Excellent, post poet.
~Breezy |
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Re: Moving Out, Moving On
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by artjunkiekyle on
Wednesday, 14th March 2007 @ 02:26:27 PM AEST
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this is very cute and i love your sense of humor. thanks for posting.
-kyle |
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Re: Moving Out, Moving On
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by needledancing on
Sunday, 25th March 2007 @ 08:23:39 AM AEST
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| Hey this sounds like the house I just bought...lol Good and love the ending. |
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