A Year of Doors

The Poetry Syte

A Year of Doors

There's a whole new remarkable culture I've discovered in coming to college. You see, when one wants to send a friend a message, they walk down the hallway and write it on their friend's dormroom door. Not every single one, but most doors have little white boards attached to them, along with a marker, for just this purpose. So of course, I have one on my door. Not only is it a fun way to send and receive messages, but it is also useful for when you are trying to locate someone. Usually, they will write their present location on the board. The other thing they're good for is writing poetry or clever quotes on them. That is what this page is devoted to. This is my first Year of Doors, and these are various messages that I have written on my board at various times during this year. For some reason or other, these ones stand out, and I remember them.

does not see all that's around him

sees but does not care

And the unpoetic man

but does not comment

I awoke this morning and decided

to walk this world alone

No rest for the weary,

no hope for the hungry.

Sometimes reality is like

bleach in an open wound

You just gotta learn

to grit your teeth and take it, honey

The world can be a beautiful place

but no one ever said it was supposed to be

I saw the wind come up

And blow those clouds away

I was inside looking through the windows

We were separated by glass

And a couple hundred yards

the things that hold weight in our lives,

and are the only means by which

we, ourselves are seen

I've gone to the edge of the world

To seek a quiet place

In which to do my particular work,

Far from the maddening crowd...

(And my ever favorite...)

If this message is still here,

Then I am still asleep!