The Room

[timmytwang]

The Room

by Timothy R. Yates







The room smelled like death.

I only left it to score or take a leak

Or peer in the fridge for a long while

Before deciding to do another shot.

My world had shrunk into the room

Leaving me breathless and alert

For things that never occurred.




She shared that room with me.

We fought most all the time because

Our habits could never quite agree as

We lied to each other about what truth was.

Day in and day out

It turned out to be bloody toilet paper,

Arguments over wants and needs.




Death was such a tease in that room,

Worse than she was with her lies and deceits.

Transfixed, tantalized, I split my affection

Between my lover and death.

Our dance macabre was nothing more

Than a pitiful joke that backfired

Into a room that smelled like death.

[timmytwang]

I have noticed that there are exclamation points in my poem when I read it on my e-mail or when I see it on this site. Except for right here where the edit button is. So forgive me for not knowing a lot about how to operate this computer of mine.

Thank you for reading my poem, and if you see those offending exclamations and know how I can get rid of them, do let me know. I hate it when a misplaced exclamation mark makes me feel all giddy, only to be dropped to the lowest piece of depression on Earth in an instant.

I'll try posting another poem, and see if I can do it right.

[scorpiomoon]

The Room


by Timothy R. Yates







The room smelled like death.


I only left it to score or take a leak


Or peer in the fridge for a long while


Before deciding to do another shot.


My world had shrunk into the room


Leaving me breathless and alert


For things that never occurred.





She shared that room with me.


We fought most all the time because


Our habits could never quite agree as


We lied to each other about what truth was.


Day in and day out


It turned out to be bloody toilet paper,


Arguments over wants and needs.





Death was such a tease in that room,


Worse than she was with her lies and deceits.


Transfixed, tantalized, I split my affection


Between my lover and death.


Our dance macabre was nothing more


Than a pitiful joke that backfired


Into a room that smelled like death.
Hey this poem is interesting I'm not sure about the "room" smelling like death, but the feeling of loss that accompanies death of love, right. And anger. Spit and piss

ejaculate I guess too and maybe just when you know its all a dance and a joke, I can say this but I don't SMELL anything in this poem except the shot in the beginning what was it tequila or whiskey or what??:Yinyangv:

[Sara S]

Drugs.


Hey this poem is interesting I'm not sure about the "room" smelling like death, but the feeling of loss that accompanies death of love, right. And anger. Spit and piss
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ejaculate I guess too and maybe just when you know its all a dance and a joke, I can say this but I don't SMELL anything in this poem except the shot in the beginning what was it tequila or whiskey or what??:Yinyangv: