My Walk-in Closet

by Rusheena   Mar 23, 2013


Welcome to my walk-in closet,
where the aroma reeks of rotting flesh
and the chipping, charcoal paint
falls on the remnants of lost souls.

Step inside my chamber,
a plethora of shattered dreams,
where the weeping and gnashing of teeth
make your blood run cold.

Come feast your eyes
on the chasm of my darkest secrets,
a time capsule of
torment and afflictions.

This is my falling House of Usher,
crumbling at my feet,
that will fill my sickly lungs
with the debris of my dejection.

*This is just a fun, little throwback to my old style.*

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  • 11 years ago

    by zombiepikachu

    I love the reference to the House of Usher!
    Beautiful poem! It is a little different from what I normally read by you, as it seems like your styles have changed -- like you have said. It's interesting to see how much people change! I love the last line -- it just flows well. C:

    I think this flows so beautifully! Great job on this one!

    -z

  • 11 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    Your wording in this is fantastic. You really do pull of the darkness in your dark poems, honestly.

    I think Maple would like this, and I think you two would write an awesome collab for dark section!

    Love it! I am really enjoying these.

    • 11 years ago

      by Rusheena

      Thanks. I'm game; hopefully we will one day :)

  • 11 years ago

    by BlueJay

    I love dark poetry for its description and feel, this piece is definately not an exception! Wow. Wonderful write.

    Welcome to my walk-in closet, 
    where the aroma reeks of rotting flesh
    and the chipping, charcoal paint 
    falls on the remnants of lost souls.

    ^ i love how you incorperate your title here and use it to grasp your audience. I really like how odd the first line is and how it made me eager to read more.

    Step inside my chamber, 
    a plethora of shattered dreams,
    where the weeping and gnashing of teeth
    make your blood run cold. 

    ^wonderful, a truly "dark" stanza with descriptions. lots of poems use shattered dreams but i like how you didnt stop there but instead you continied on.

    Come feast your eyes 
    on the chasm of my darkest secrets,
    a time capsule of 
    torment and afflictions.

    ^I dont know why, honestly,  but this is my favorite stanza. So simple yet has a massive pull on whether or not to continue reading.

    This is my falling House of Usher, 
    crumbling at my feet,
    that will fill my sickly lungs 
    with debris of my dejection. 

    ^stunning conclusion. Wow. Great job.

    Your voice stands out and adds dimention to the piece, great skill. The words were simple mostly but worked with the piece well, nice. Well done

  • 11 years ago

    by Andrew Packard

    Wow! Now that's old school.... I just looked in my closet, it just needs some shelving. Oh man there's a dead mouse!

    Just kidding.... absolutely Loved it. Had to look up 'dejection' b/c as a man I'm only familiar with rejection; the word Caps it off perfectly!

    Give me more like this, but not too much more ..... yeah

    • 11 years ago

      by Rusheena

      LOL, Oh Andrew. smh. You should really get that mouse out of there, before it starts to stink up your closet. Don't worry, this was just paying homage to my emo phase, lol.