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Sara Kulis Poem
No one knows when I am like this.
Alone. In my room with my phone, I
See everyone out without me. Pity me.
Oh, pity me. Every month like clockwork,
I sit alone in my room with my phone,
Scrolling. Making me so much worse with every video.
People are having real loss. Real people with real issues.
Who am I to compare my sadness with theirs when
everyone around me is so nice and comforting?
I know I'll get over this feeling. I need to be Alone.
Copyright © sara kulis | Year Posted 2025
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Sara Kulis Poem
I miss my old room
it was nice being in a small space
at least i could call it mine
mine mine mine mine mine
putting my arms straight out
i could touch each wall, ghost my fingers over
the fresh gray paint and random posters
and string lights and photos of my friends
and the twin size bed i slept on till i was too old
A Room For A 14 Year Old.
staged for a 5 year old who loved pink and frilly toys
it didnt feel like mine but it was
the walls echo’d with phone calls till 4 am
the projector on the popcorn ceiling when i pulled my first all nighter
door to my life open for all to see, in that tiny twin room
the slanted roof didnt help with its expansion in my mind
claustrophobic as it was,
it
was
mine.
Copyright © sara kulis | Year Posted 2025
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Sara Kulis Poem
My God, it’s filled of stars.
That twinkle and shine with each luminescent bulb affixed to their body
With their blue and white moon-glazed skin that contracts the inky nothingness that follows
It’s filled with little people,
Or whatever they are, specks, molecules, aliens,
feelings.
Floating on their own journey though this world. Aggravated at earth
for her inhabitants attacking a helpless woman, and
Leaving her to the wolves of the universe.
Its filled with celestial connect-the-dots,
Where they wait, impatiently, for dreamers to trace their meaning
And make sense of dots on a page.
Its filled with us
In our little designated corner of the room
And our laughter that radiates across the atmosphere.
Being heard from many rooms and up stairs and out the front door
of her home.
Copyright © sara kulis | Year Posted 2025
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Sara Kulis Poem
Such a common smell
Used in places all over
Restaurants to grocery stores to schools to bathrooms
a smell this clean cant make me feel so gross
Kills 99.9% of viruses & bacteria
Kills the germs left from my stomach surrendering its contents
Huddled over and in pain
a smell this clean cant make me feel so gross
I was always sick as a kid
Never eating yet losing my lunch
Peppermint oil that never worked to keep my stomach at bay
All the home remedies and medical ones yet it still happened
I had my own friend, Ralph, my own bucket
My only friend in my time of need
Forever stained by the clean, slightly medicinal smell
It hits me like a slap
Cold and biting against my senses
The clean, too clean, aroma
a smell this clean cant make me feel so gross
I smell it all the time
Away from the small cluttered bathroom
Away from the hands holding my hair and rubbing my back
All away from my longest friend
A reminder for all i've overcome
A smell, haunting me, just trying to help others
It did not meant to live in my senses yet here it is
a smell this clean makes me feel so gross
Copyright © sara kulis | Year Posted 2025
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