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"Haunted House" -- an original poem (spoken word)

My mind is a home I often wish to abandon.

I hear whispers and pleas,

Yet ignore they come from me.

The floorboards are cold and creek;

I worry that with one wrong step,

I will end up in the basement.

The cobwebs are growing,

And my bed is no longer fit for me.

The paint on the walls I worked so hard at,

Are chipped and flaked.

All of the food in my fridge has gone bad,

Yet I cannot seem to leave.

To step out of my front door,

Would mean to remove the nailed planks

That were placed from the inside.

To draw back my curtains would mean

To reveal the cracks and shatters that

I just don't have the energy to fix.

My home is far too damaged to allow anyone in.

The yard is so overgrown,

I worry about tripping on the weeds.

I do not trust myself in the attic,

Due to the roof slowly caving.

My home gets closer to caving in on itself

Each time the sun sets.

When the sun rises,

I used to feel warm.

I used to find joy in its rays,

However now, I only wince and pull myself back

Into a corner where not even my floorboards remain.

Living in a haunted house is tricky.

The ghosts I find, I worry they pity me.

I worry they see the shell that I inhabit,

And pay me a visit to attempt to tell me

I am not alone.

I don't know how to tell them

I cannot hear them.

I have gone deaf for everything,

With the exception of the wind beating

On the broken shutters,

And the record that skips,

Singing in cracked, weary, and tired tones.

I hear echoes of the faucet dripping into my sink,

Reminding me of the pile I have ignored.

My home, as much as I regret,

Will stay with me.

Every time I think about moving,

I end up bedridden.

This house holds me like the mother of a crying child.

How does one leave their mother?

How could I believe that anyone else other

Than the arms of my life long home

Can hold me?

A rainstorm comes through.

The thunder used to calm me, but now I twitch and hide under my covers when it knocks.

It's brother scares me no less,

For it highlights the parts I can't seem to release.

The paintings I have not finished.

The books I have not read.

The box of pictures I cannot bring myself to toss.

I hear the wind in the attic from my bed.

Loud, chaotic, fighting.

My house shakes, and I grip my pillow tighter.

I hold my eyes shut while counting my breath

Until I loose track.

When I wake, the roof has gone.

My faucet has filled my sink, and it overflows.

The shutters have been ripped away.

I hear the slamming of a door,

And it is then that I realize,

My front door, once boarded from fear on the inside,

Has been removed from its hinges.

My home has reached its end.

Yet my mind refuses to accept this loss.

It has built me, this home, broken or not.

Though I never will, I fear,

As much as I often wish I could,

My mind is a home

I often wish to abandon.

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Hello! My name is Hound!

A little intro to me :)

I'm 23 years old, I go by they/she pronouns, and I am a Pisces. I like to spend my time being artsy, finding new music to listen to, and being outside enjoying nature. I love making friends, but my social anxiety makes it hard for me to make friends "in the wild", so I resort to online platforms to meet new people! I'm a big WWE fan, also!

✨

Favorite Shows (Currently)

Teacup (Peacock)

Supernatural (Netflix)

Stranger Things (Netflix)

Hysteria! (Peacock)

Favorite Films

Coraline (2009)

Texas Chainsaw (2013)

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October, 2024 🌙🦇🎃

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