Such A Fool

by HollywoodSmile   Apr 11, 2008


I step out of a steamy shower,
wipe down the foggy bathroom mirror
and my dripping body.
Saddened light
pours in the window.
Above the scent of
black raspberry vanilla
soap, floats an aroma that arouses
both senses and memory;
pizza, fresh, homemade.
My mouth begins to water,
saliva begins to pool.
Not at the thought of
his homemade pizza,
but at the memory
of the man
making it. The man who
kneads the dough, sprinkles the cheese,
and spreads the sauce.
How long it had been
since i last fell into
those arms, collapsed in sweet embrace.
Part of me wanted to freshen up,
the rest of me, most of me,
ignored the thought
and left the towel damp and wet
forming puddles on the floor.
I Bound down the stairs
leaving wet streaks
on every step.
I came to find the kitchen
empty, lonely, bare.
How foolish I had been
to think a dead man would
return to me, for me.
How foolish I had been
to let my emotions run wild,
let them get the better
of me.
My shamed face cupped
in clenched hands,
all thoughts of love, of him,
pushed aside.
I climb the winding staircase
ascending to familiar loneliness,
to another hollow room.
How foolish
I had been
and always would I be.

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  • 13 years ago

    by BlueJay

    The style of this is terrific, this entire piece is stunning. I absolutely love this. Emotion and story run the show here. The word choice is thought out well because if not for that, you would not have the emotion and the flow that is the whole, technical aspect, of this piece's strength. Overall however this piece is magnificent. I can see nothing wrong with it, nor do I wish to find something. Excellent job. 5/5

    Saddened light
    pours in the window.
    Above the scent of
    black raspberry vanilla
    soap, floats an aroma that arouses
    both senses and memory;
    pizza, fresh, homemade.

    I love this ^^ section of the piece. It is so filled with imagery and description and I believe it is a terrific way to transition from the beginning into the piece itself.

    My shamed face cupped
    in clenched hands,
    all thoughts of love, of him,
    pushed aside.
    I climb the winding staircase
    ascending to familiar loneliness,
    to another hollow room.
    How foolish
    I had been
    and always would I be.

    ^^Is the best ending I have seen to a poem in a long time.

  • 16 years ago

    by HollywoodSmile

    Um, no actually. none of its true other than the type of soap. i go out of the shower one night and i liked the way the soap smelled. lol. i guess thats stupid, but thats how it came about.

    --TheGothicAlbino

  • 16 years ago

    by stillmomsgirl

    This is unbelievably amazing, the imagery in this was incredible, not to pry but i was wondering if this really happened to you? it's happened to me(not this specifically but you catch my drift) amazing... truly amazing... i'm speechless, 5/5

  • 16 years ago

    by damont

    There is something about this poem more unique than any of the ones i read so far from you. your style of writing is completely different. it has a meaning to it that is quite different from your other ones. and you seem very sincere as if your being honest to yourself convincing yourself of your feelings. there something about this poem that makes it seem like its true. that this really happened. yet im not sure if it did though. so did it?

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