Whilst inside a women’s bathroom stall on Friday night, some beautiful words jumped off the wall and spoke to me. I want to share them with you.
Eat Pray Love shut the f*ck up.
Ur mom is hot
(a drawing of a daisy)
I see you.
Jen was here.
Loser
Thank you for joining me. Those words reached out and grabbed my soul.
Lily In Canada 
I wonder if I should put the poem on my poetry site.
Eh, maybe not 🙂
Haha maybe not…! It’s definitely different though! 😉
I can see why… they are… profound.
So profound. I feel like the next poet laureate should be that stall.
I wonder if I can get these made into some of those script decals in order to put them on my bathroom wall? Then, Pinterest here I come!
I’ll take five dozen!
I think you’re onto something, Addie. This could be your life’s calling. I think you should set up and etsy account.
It was definitely worth the time that it took to a scribble those. Who’d have thought that a bathroom stall could be such a source of lyrical immortality!
I know, right? So beautifully written. Lyrical immortality is too true.
You have to admire someone whose muse is awakened by the aroma of a public toilet.
Very true. I was feeling super inspired. Although I might have just been buzzed.
Oh darn. Apparently my eat pray love comment didn’t go over as well as it does in the bathrooms in the U.S. 😦
Haha Linda! The Canadian ladies were not digging the life-exploration vibes!
Am I wrong? I love that photograph!
It’s a good one, right? I was pretttty stoked to find it!
I LAUGHED at the Eat Pray Love one because that is exactly how I feel about the book. Hahahaha
Haha I didn’t mind the book, but I remember getting really bored during the praying segment. I would’ve been happy if it was just titled “Eat.”
Eat, Drink, Love. I could get on board with that 😉
Wow, those beautiful words are just bringing me to tears. I feel inspired! Where is the closest public bathroom? I need to make my million in bathroom wall poetry, such as this.
Haha I feel like you could do well with bathroom poetry. You just have that special somethin’. I’m glad these words triggered such a powerful emotion in you.
Poop Poetry is a beautiful thing.
It is. I think this might only be pee poetry though since girls don’t poop.
Wow, people still do that? Amazing, lol.
Well, they might be from years ago. Ancient relics. Haha
I was camping in Vermont last summer when came across the word “jazz” etched into the door of a bathroom stall. I thought, “Wow, man, what a great exhortation to be creative and free! What a surprise!” Then I looked closer and saw it said “jizz.”
Haha my husband and I often exchange those words for the other. Because we both have the sense of humor of two 16 year old boys.
I really like your exclamation about being creative and free. If only someone had felt strongly enough about saxophone solos during their bathroom break…
I bet you two have fun with “jazz hands.”
Hahaha omg I never thought of that. I’ll have to slide that into conversation somehow.
At our university, you can often find a sentence like this: ‘J, stop breaking hearts!’
It’s always the same name. Apparently, he broke quite some hearts here…
Haha J, what the hell man! Stop breaking hearts you selfish guy. I love that he really made himself known on your campus.
If only he knew that his name would live in infamy in the girl’s bathroom…
If he’d know, he would become a hero amongst his friends for sure! 😀
The pathos! The emotion! The puddle on the floor!
All laid bare for (wo)mankind to revel in.
Truly, art is where you find it.
I knew you would like this one. It very much reminded me of your beat poetry slam. I wanted to add the drum beats, but that’s totally your thing and I’m not gonna steal it!
But yes, art in the everyday world is the best kind.
I don’t think girls do their best work while urinating. Or in the case of your “model” straddling rapidly-filling sinks while awaiting a lover (?), or contemplating life’s mysteries.
It’s definitely a weird picture but it totally fit, ya know? Just casually posing on the sink with her legs spread. So ladylike.
I’ll have to scout out some more bathroom poetry and see if I/the women of Victoria can impress you.
Eat, Pray, SHUT THE FUCK UP! haha!
Haha leave it to the ladies to really get their priorities straight.
My favorite piece of bathroom poetry is still “I hate Turks.” Such a strange group of people to have so much hatred for.
I like your poetry..:)
Thank you! I hope I can return with a part two!
Thanks.
u put it lightly, so I guess I like the effect…don’t bother with part 2 unless you like the odor in toilets