In my wardrobe,

There is no clothes

Don’t you see?

There are no clothes,

Only me.

Shy and akward.

A poet with a secret.

Lean in so I can tell you

Why i replaced,

the clothes in my wardrobe.

You see I fear this wardrobe,

Is painfully evident .

Scared everyone knows my secret,

Or I am terribly bad at hiding it.

The contents of my wardrobe,

Are fears doubts and desires.

Empty hangers,

laced with d...

Seventh of November

Do you remember?

Two strangers were found

Water drizzling around

We thought it was rain

But it was a fountain

Your eyes were beaming

and mine were gleaming

Oh, I must be dreaming

“Have we met?” I asked myself

You too wondered about it yourself

But I felt something so rare

Something that makes me want to care

A feeling I usually try to fight

It was love at first sig...

Where’s my shoes? How come I only have one? Where’s the other one? I look in my closet, my only closet , there is a pile or should I say a mountain of shoes just thrown in the closet. On my knees, Bending down, throwing all my shoes out of the closet, to look for that missing shoe that I wanted to wear today. I do have one more closet, I cannot use it yet , because those were my brother’s clothes...

Wooden rack

put in place

Baby pink

Traced with lace

Pooh Bear onesie

Hung with care

“Little Monster” t-shirts

Fill the air

Glittered skirts

A flower dress

Pinks and purples

Nothing less

Peace sign symbols

Stars and hearts

“Orlando Florida”

“Let’s Do Our Parts”

Polkadot raincoat

Yellow class shirts

Picture day outfits

Concert skirts

Jeggings phase

Removed pink lace

Neutral colors

A hat...

I stepped into my walk-in after my shower, my damp feet making warm footprints on the cold, wood floor. The door shut behind me with a loud click. Dust flew around as the air displaced it, scratching my throat and tickling my nasal passages until I sneezed. It was eerily silent. I usually kept my clothes in an unkempt pile on the blood red chair I used to be able to see in my room. I didn’t usuall...

She lightly traced her fingertips across the items hanging in her wardrobe, from right to left, then back again. Some of the garments were cotton, while others were cashmere, velvet, and silk. Yet each item, regardless of the texture, felt delicate beneath her touch. The items, carefully and intentionally arranged by color, material, and pattern, were not merely clothes. At least, they weren’t...

She wears her color on the inside, shades of yellow and orange as warm as the sun, they give her energy for the day. Blues and greens that are like a walk on the beach, when the nostalgia sets in and she wants to remember. All of her sparkle is in there too, billowing and twirling, it’d be hard to catch if it ever got out. Red when she’s fired up and ready to go and purple when she’s feeling just ...

Canon: Pre-series, shortly before Balki arrives.

Larry carried his basket of clothes into his bedroom and set it on the floor. He removed smaller piles from the basket first, then the larger piles, arranging all the piles on his bed. He put socks and shorts in one drawer, while another drawer had a variety of solid color tee shirts. The tee shirts were often paired with his collection of button-...

On floor a basket filled with my avoidance. Accumulated sweat and dirt and lake water in a basket with a couple shirts pants and wet wet socks. Above the wafting laundry are the hoards of sweaters. The occasional piece of formal wear stuck on a velvety hanger in the back and floofy skirts clipped in. Searching for what to wear evokes the click clack of hanger given its so tightly packed in only th...

All of the clothes in her closet call her the best dressed.

Black catwoman style bandit prepared for her next theft.

Lavish showcases get swept where usually the loot is kept.

Thief in the night is quick, swiper already left while you slept.

You didn’t know when you met, the thoughts she had in her head.

She steals to get ahead; Mona Lisa portrait.

Don’t even think of getting revenge or else...