Repost of A House Full of Nothing

Because it is one of my favorite poems, that I’ve written, I am posting it again. (Originally here I Want a House Full of Nothing.) This I wrote at a time when I was unhappy with myself and my surroundings. Having everything meant nothing; hence, I imagined a world where living with nothing or just the essentials would have probably given me joy.

I want a house full of nothing;
just a clean wooden bare floor,
scented candles and a tall door.

I want a house full of nothing;
a mirror and music to dance to,
red lipstick and perfume when days are blue.

I want a house full of nothing;
counter lights, clean toilet seat,
hot water in tub to soak my feet.

I want a house full of nothing;
just a blackboard on the wall,
chalk, words, and no phone calls.

I want a house full of nothing;
just one fork and one knife,
red wine in barrels for the real life.

I want a house full of nothing;
a winter coat and a few shoes,
passport ready for a world cruise.

I want a house full of nothing;
just pen and paper on my desk,
and big windows by my queen bed.

I want a house full of nothing;
spiced chestnut scented sheets,
peppermint toothpaste and lots of beets.

I want a house full of nothing;
a skyline and double doors,
‘cause rainy days I do adore.

I want a house full of nothing;
a high rooftop and no TV,
bare boobs in the warm breeze.

This house I want that is full of nothing
I’ll fill with all of the little things,
they may seem small to the avaricious,
but pure joy to me they bring.