Closet

That one fatal birthday where it all happened I was trying to pick an outfit out for the big celibration but there was so many it was hard to find the perfict one. my mother called me down and so I went. I told her I was having trouble finding a outfit for today and asked her to help me out. So she did and as she did she disaperaed into the deep dark mess that is my closet and it seemed that something pulled her in and I hoped she was ok so I searched and seached until I could search no more. So I jump into the deep darkness and seem to see nothing ever again. Read more »

That one fatal birthday where it all happened I was trying to pick an outfit out for the big celibration but there was so many it was hard to find the perfict one. my mother called me down and so I went. I told her I was having trouble finding a outfit for today and asked her to help me out. So she did and as she did she disaperaed into the deep dark mess that is my closet and it seemed that something pulled her in and I hoped she was ok so I searched and seached until I could search no more. So I jump into the deep darkness and seem to see nothing ever again. Read more »

I open the closet door
Cheap, plastic play castles
Are stuffed in the corner.
Those old castles
Such a favorite pastime
Have been left to sit sadly
And mourn silently
As they miss
my childhood innocence
Now heartbroken in the dust.
My youth

The display of medals
Of synthetic gold
That is now brown
Catches my eye.
I strum their neckpieces
And the pendants cling
Against one another.
The jubilant moments
Of winning them
Forgotten.
My triumph

Then I glance at my doodles
Some not-so-nice
To people I find
Not-so-nice themselves.
The shameful doodles Read more »

I have never been one to really care what I look like too much. It comes in waves. Some days, I could care less about what people think, on others, I try to look a little good. For the most part though, my wardrobe is a pair of jeans and a tee shirt. In the summer, a pair of mother-approved shorts and a tank top, also mother approved. Unlike my sisters I hardly wear any makeup, if any at all. Read more »

The sign on my closet door always puzzled me. My mother told me when our house was built 17 years ago, that my closet was completely mark-free. She claims that the moment I stepped into my room from the hospital, my door glowed bright blue, and then the sign was there. We had never known why, or had any logical explanation until just recently, a day I will never forget. Read more »

I swinging my closet door open fast on its old hinges
And the sight before me reveals my life

Shirts dance on their hangers
Revealing their patterns and shades of color
Dresses swing in the breeze
Each beautiful and unique
Pants folded in straight piles
Skinny, cords, jeans, so many kinds
Shorts and tank tops flash until they catch my eye
But it’s still winter, still time to look the other way
The pile of long sleeve shirts, which I chose from every day
Sweaters some cotton, fleece, wool
Each piece of clothing carries a memory of one of the 4745 days I’ve lived Read more »

When I open my closet what do I see but the light of the dark and a golden tree.

When I open my closet what do I see but a monster in green and a golden tree.

When I open my closet what do I see but the palace of hearts and a golden tree.

A faux cashmere wrap,
green like unripe kiwis
lining the bottom refrigerator shelf;
black seeds the iris
of an omniscient core, a jade-tainted white pupil.
Threads peppered with deoxygenated
fragments of leaves,
a brown-veined stem,
twisted by youthful fingers,
once bursting in the harvest
of autumns past.
From the day
I pretended to be a
Grecian princess.
And cloaked my body in
the finest silks
east of the Adriatic.
Sandals
were the only thing I was missing.

Seven-button sweater;
plain, unassuming.
Yet sponge of the saline Niagara.
Half-hearted cornflower blue Read more »

Trapped.
I am stuck.
Crashbambanging on the door -
but no matter how hard I shove;
how hurriedly I pound my fists against
this prison gate,
it won't budge.

Closetted.
No fatal bullet can break through this door.
I can't move;
can't breathe.
My thoughts are blocked,
never to be expounded;
and in I stay, while my strongest
words have resounded
into nothing.

Silenced.
Me. This is me.
Here I am confined,
muffled behind this old closet door,
held hostage like those before me
and after,
because we can't put it out of our minds: Read more »

It was a hot summer day and I was pumped to go outside and play basketball with my friends, but there was one problem, I could not find my shoes! I looked in the mud room and under my bed. The one place I did not look was my closet. I have not looked in my closet for years because of one reason, It was a MESS! I was scared that as soon as I opened it I would be in an avalanche of books, toys, papers,and other things that you find in a closet. I had to look, though, because I had no other basketball sneakers and I really wanted to play with my friends. Read more »

When I open my closet, there are clothes everywhere. It's a see of pink, blue, yellow, white, you name it! There are fluffy clothes, socks, dresses, skirts, T-shirts and jeans, even summer clothes are living in my closet during the winter!

The closet is full of of my clothes and my sister’s, believe it or not. There are A LOT of clothes in the closet. If I had to estimate, I’d say there are about 600 items in there- all stuck together, stack to stack, all organized for me when I choose what to wear tomorrow. Read more »

Note to YWP- The author of this poem, Sarah Kurani, has actually moved temporarily to Florida. Her family is planning to return to Burlington in the spring. She saw my assignment announcing this YWP prompt online in FL and sent me her entry. Talk about motivating kids to write- kudos to you!

What I see in the closet is clothes.

What I see is shoes.

What I see is a hat.

What I see is everything piled up to the top.

What I see now is everything falling down at my knees.

A closet isn't just a closet, it is a door to a other worlds.
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You open the door and step inside wondering if you are in a dream.

The smell of ocean water fills your nostrils

and you feel a light mist brush against your face.

You see the deep blue ocean, the sun shining.

You feel warm and relaxed.

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What’s this feeling? OMG, I’m hungry!

The world inside the door switches

to a wonderful multicultural buffet, full of

great and delicious foods. You have this feeling of

wonder and noodly goodness.

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Shakily, I reached out and gently laid my hand on the copper handle. The door creaked open as I closed my fingers around the round knob and pulled the door open. I stopped every few inches, sweat beads blotting my forehead. The door was almost all the way opened ... Read more »

After Mia West’s soccer game, she set her soccer bag on her squeaky bed. She didn’t take off her sweaty uniform and went to sleep. She drifted into a dream then heard her closet door slam shut. Mia hurdled out of bed but saw no suspicious object. She quietly tip toed over to her Derek Jeter signed baseball bat. She grasped the wooden bat and turned around. Her eyes sprang open when she saw a large, blue monster with purple polka dots, neon green eyes and bright yellow pupils. Read more »

I was lying in my bed half asleep and a glass shattering sound came from my closet. I approached the closet door, very skittish. I opened the closet door, and to find an enormous stuffed animal, the size of my little sister. I stuttered back to exit the bedroom. The door automatically slammed shut as I backed up. Read more »

I woke up and looked out the window the sun was still asleep. Instead of seeing the sun the moon was still up in the sky. I rubbed at my eyes, I remembered my brown teddy bear, and all the great times we had playing together. My eyes started to tear up as I reflected on those great days.

When I walked over to my closet, I touched the freezing brass door knob and an icy chill ran down my back. I opened the rickety closet with a creek. I glanced at the bottom of my closet, and noticed my brown, fuzzy teddy bear. I wondered how he appeared in my room after all these years. Read more »

I woke up and looked out the window the sun was still asleep. Instead of seeing the sun the moon was still up in the sky. I rubbed at my eyes, I remembered my brown teddy bear, and all the great times we had playing together. My eyes started to tear up as I reflected on those great days.

When I walked over to my closet, I touched the freezing brass door knob and an icy chill ran down my back. I opened the rickety closet with a creek. I glanced at the bottom of my closet, and noticed my brown, fuzzy teddy bear. I wondered how he appeared in my room after all these years. Read more »

I was walking home from school where we had watched movies all day. When I got home, I walked into my bedroom. I slowly opened my closet door. I looked down and noticed a two-foot tall monster. He weighed at least a solid, nine hundred thousand pounds.

I attempted to pull the monster out of my closet, to bring him outside. I wanted to bring him to front lawn where, I could let him free. However, he kept eating salt and vinegar chips, Mentos and Diet Coke; that was not the problem yet. The problem was that every time I tried to pull him out of my closet he got larger and larger. ` Read more »

When I look in my closet I see everything. Every secret I've kept, every secret I've been told, my whole life spilled out on the floor. When I look in my closet I don't know what to see first, there are so many things to see. I first look at the lies. All the lies I've told and the lies I've been told. After I look at the lies, I look at my past. Everything from my past. School in the past, friends in the past, hobbies in the past. When I look in my closet, I never leave anything out, I see everything, even the things I don't want to see. Read more »

I open my closet only to find a disaster.

I look in and see all the memories I have just thrown in and forgotten about.

Pictures of past friends,

and presents from family members I have decided I no longer care about.

Some people think I just try to hide from the truth by throwing things in the closet,

and trying never to look back.

They are somewhat right but they will never know fully what I am trying to do.

I am trying to protect myself from all the people that have hurt me.

I know you can't throw people away,

but you can throw them out of your life. Read more »

If I could have one thing be in my closet

It would be a magical door

A door that unlocked a secret world

A place of happiness and peace

Where cotton candy grew on trees

A place that had marshmallows for clouds

But my closet is anything but

It's a gloomy

Dark and scary place

That takes your belongings

And hides them

So,

If I could have one thing be in my closet

It would be a magical door

A door that unlocked a secret world

If I could have one thing be in my closet

It would be a magical door

A door that unlocked a secret world

A place of happiness and peace

Where cotton candy grew on trees

A place that had marshmallows for clouds

But my closet is anything but

It's a gloomy

Dark and scary place

That takes your belongings

And hides them

So,

If I could have one thing be in my closet

It would be a magical door

A door that unlocked a secret world

“Ella!!! Get up here right this instant,” my mom yells in a tone that she only uses when someone is in big trouble. I groan, what now, I think to myself? I bound up the stairs; I don’t want to keep my mom waiting too long. That will just make her even more aggravated with me. I look everywhere except my room, hoping I’d find her in the bathroom; mad at me for something simple like leaving my clothes on the floor. I unwillingly walk down the hallway towards my room. I see my mom pop out of my bedroom with a murderous look on her face. She’s pointing into my room. Read more »

The other day

I had a thought

A crazy, wild thought

I would clean my closet

'Till it shined,

Glowed in the dark

I opened it up

A saw with a groan

Old socks, shirts

A clock, boots

Old papers with ideas of silver machines and fantastic stories

Pictures of faries and far away lands

An old book I never got around to reading

I've heard it's quite good

I picked up a trash bag and examined my first victim

A piece of pottery I made in first grade

'Happy Mother's Day' was written on the bottom

Scratched in while the clay was still wet Read more »

I open my closet with a shudder and creak,

Squeaking and groaning it unwillingly opens,

And what do I find,

Dark.

Nothing awaits me.

Two thin shafts of light pierce through the darkness.

The small rays unmask dusty walls.

You may think this sad, or strange, or you may just be inquiring as to where my clothes are.

Well don't worry,

This is not a sad tale, while perhaps some would find it a bit strange, and to my clothes, they hang loosely on my skin.

The reason for which my closet is barren is quite simple,

I have nothing to hide. Read more »

My closet,
My place,
The home,
Of all my belongings.

My closet,
My treasure,
My chest,
Consuming my treasures.
Of my discoveries,
A lock but there is no key,
It is the when you want that opens it.

My closet,
My shelter,
My hiding place,
Where no one can find me.
Where I can,
Think without letting someone else know.

My closet,
My treasure,
My hiding place,
And the home,
Of all my belongings.
Not just a closet,
It isn’t just,
Only what it is.

There’s a closet in my monster
And its hinges creek and roar
The hanger’s click to gather
Like chomping teeth galore
My parents never see it
But I still know its there

I shiver in bed as I think of ghosts wandering in my closet. Coming to get me, in the middle of the night when I least expect it. But I'm never afraid in the morning. Is it that all of the hidden monsters disappear during daylight? Or is it that the light of the sun coming through my frost-bitten windows hides the ghosts but never actually makes them go away. When I was younger these thoughts haunted me and both my closet and bathroom doors had to be closed. If they weren't closed I wouldn't be able to fall asleep. Read more »

As I walk to my room in my new house,

I see a door.

It is of a light brown

polished wood.

I look at it,

wondering what could lurk there,

wondering what could lie past that opening to another

place I haven't seen.

It could be an opening to a secret passageway

It could hold wonders,

gold, jewels, you name it.

I open it up,

and its just an empty closet.