Dinner Guest

aaaaaah, kinda emo hahaha. didn't mean it to be...

She was the girl who

Whistled not to be heard,

Who thought all her thoughts

In just one word,

Who ran the daydreams through her head

Like a dinner guest waiting to be fed.

 

She lived on the house on Owen Street

With the windows veiled in glass

And the doors shut firm

To anyone who would pass,

As she sat inside, words running through her mind,

A second, better world hoping to find.

 

She was the girl who cried herself to sleep,

Who whistled not to be heard,

Who sighed in doubt that she'd

Never find the world she dreamed about

In just one word,

Kept a knife beside her bed

Like a dinner guest waiting to be fed.

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I keep knives all around and I'm not at all emo. lol I have swords and knives actually, always loved the blade, and I love this quixotic poem.

[Valentine]

Life is full of sadness and also happiness if we open our hearts to it..I think in ways I am similiar to the person you are describing here..I live inside of my own mind a lot but most writers do..putting my thoughts on paper make me never think of wanting anything bad to happen in my life..I want to give what I have to others and perhaps make their lives brighter..God bless..valentine

[Dressed in Poetry]

Oh wow! I didn't expect the last part at all. I love this though; I can see a girl who would do this.

[Sarah]

This is brilliant! Great use of rhyme! :) I love the last lines in particularly, certainly added a twist to the title. ;) I love the idea of someone searching for a second, more beautiful world within their thoughts. This doesn't sound emo at all, it's actually really gorgeous. Great job. (: