Huba Huba

United States

Writer, poet, musician, wanna-be-botanist.
Sleep deprived.
Call me a monster, I put milk in before the cereal.
I'm probably eating ramen right now or having a mental breakdown.
Imagine having an aesthetic bio
Joined: May 26, 2020

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Please read my work and tell me about your opinions.
I'd love to make some writing friends on this platform, let's help each other!
PHEwwww that sounded cheesy, but I meant it.

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July 29, 2020

FREE WRITING

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We wear our yellow masks 
We post our golden papers and statues
We sit on the highest stool 
and we stuff the skeletons in our closets 

I hope they think I'm great
I hope they notice me with my awards 
I hope they see me in the best spot 
I hope they don't look in the closet 

Yet every night 
creak .. creaaak ... creaaaaaak 
The skeletons' fingers go tap tap tap 
and ajar goes that closet door. 

These skeletons are giving me 
my dark, sagging eye bags, 
my drooping, blue mentality, 
and my dry, down-turned lips. 

So I let them out of my closet
and they roam around 
to my families' rooms, 
my friends' rooms, 
and scare some away 

It turns out that I didn't need to keep those skeletons in my closet 
        and I didn't need the ones who got scared away by my skeletons from my closet. 




Message to everyone: love yourselves, and the only ones you need to prove to are you and the ones that matter, who stay with you despite your flaws. :)


 

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  • Deleted User

    You wrote this just right.

    BTW I love your Calvin and Hobbes profile picture (:


    about 1 year ago
  • Lata.B

    I love this! The way you let the skeletons roam freely at the end was just perfect! Beautifully written! :)


    about 1 year ago