We've known each other a long time, me and my ceiling
We know every color and crack of us
I shaped and formed from time to time
It stayed the exact same, as it was
But somehow, I still can't help but stare
As if it was the first time, when me and my bed were smaller
As if I've seen the God, that I wish I believed in
As if breathing this air wasn't only getting harder and harder
I look at the ceiling, that I always saw
It looks back at me just the same, like nothing's changed
It saw me squeal and smile and sink and scream
But it saw me grow up, so maybe it sees me as I was before the changes were made.
Maybe it forgives me the mistakes, that I keep on making
Maybe it wears the same cracks that I do, but it stands the same, to be motivating
Maybe it actually listens and sees me, believes me, or am I hallucinating
Maybe its only reason to stay, unlike many others, is that the choice is still in the making...
I analyse and fantasize, like I have no other thing to do
I dream with my open eyes, paralyzed, that it is the only thing, I will ever do
I lie to myself, to you, to them, even the ceiling, that I will get brave one day, I promise better feeling and healing
What I don't say, is that I will be stuck here forever and I know it deep down that nobody else is staying.
Only me. Only me and the ceiling.
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Wow, I am actually obsessed with this poem. It is so deep and honestly made me feel so seen. The whole idea of treating your ceiling like a silent best friend who knows all your secrets is so clever. Growing up feels completely bananas sometimes, and this perfectly captures that exact feeling of lying in bed at 2 a.m. while your brain is just spinning.
The line "It saw me squeal and smile and sink and scream" is literally my favorite part because the alliteration sounds so cool when you read it out loud. It really shows how our bedrooms see every single side of us, from the super happy moments to the total breakdowns.
I noticed a few little things that could make it flow even better! Some of the lines get a little long, and fixing a few commas or changing "the God" to "a God" would make the rhythm sound so smooth. Also, the contrast between the short lines and the super long lines at the end makes it feel really breathless and intense, which fits the sad mood perfectly. It’s an amazing poem and you should be super proud of it!
Oh my god you have NO idea how much this means to me thank you soooo much!!! This is the nicest thing ever and I am so thankful🥹🥹🩷🩷
Also yes the long lines bother me sometimes too and I will definitely make the change you mentioned it sounds really good and thank you so much!! For all of it💕💕💕
You’re so welcome. Seriously though, this is amazing. When I say that Im not joking. I think I like this better than any of the professional poems I’ve read.
What strikes me most about this piece is the profound sense of atmospheric pacing you have achieved. From the very first lines, you manage to establish a dense, immersive world that immediately draws the reader into a highly specific emotional climate. Your choice of language feels both deliberate and natural, striking a rare balance where the words never feel forced, yet every single line carries weight. I was particularly captivated by the imagery in the middle section of the poem; the sensory details you incorporated did not just describe a scene, but rather translated an internal emotional state into something tangible and striking.
The structural flow of the piece works beautifully to reinforce its core themes. Your use of line breaks creates an intentional rhythm, forcing the reader to linger on specific words and ideas, allowing the weight of your message to settle before moving forward. There is a beautiful sense of restraint here—you do not overexplain the sentiment, which grants the audience the space to project their own lived experiences into the gaps. It is a highly evocative approach that turns the reading experience into a collaborative journey of reflection.
If I were to consider areas for continued exploration, I would love to see how the poem shifts if you lean even further into the tension of the final lines. What if the concluding stanza offered an unexpected turn or a sharper contrast to the preceding imagery? The current ending is remarkably beautiful and leaves a haunting, lingering echo, but a sudden shift in tone or a deeper subversion of expectations could elevate that final impact even more. This is an incredibly accomplished, resonant piece of writing that showcases a highly refined poetic voice. Thank you so much for sharing your work with us.