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A Poem by Grenouille Rousse

I don't hate this house.
I just hate the way it
reverberates every sound
through the halls and doors
and how you can hear
the neighbor kids play basketball.
I hate the way it
lets in cold air
through the useless fireplace.
I hate the way it
settles and cracks
the crown molding and corners.
I hate the way it
lets in ladybugs and silverfish.
I hate the way it
collapsed its walls so easily
under the weight of a tree.
I hate the
tiny back yard
the attic door in my room
the permanent puppet show curtains
the multiple, useless light switches
the odd driveway
the narrow garage doors
the doors that never stay closed
the cold basement.
But I don't hate this house.
I have made memories here.

© 2014 Grenouille Rousse

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Added on November 22, 2014
Last Updated on November 22, 2014
Tags: home, house


Grenouille Rousse
Grenouille Rousse

Hello! I'm Grenouille Rousse :) I love drawing, music, writing, and art in general. I'd like to think that I'm a good actress but I guess I'm not :/ Though that doesn't really matter. I write all .. more..