She was here for us everyday
But we forgot to ask
What she was running from
We forgot that she was human too
Not just our shoulder to cry or
Or our therapist to rely on
We forgot she needed us too
We didn't notice her
When she cried behind her perfect smile
And eyes that showed no pain
We didn't notice her
Till she became a memory to be buried within.
And we didn't reply in time
And then came a day
When she wasn't present
To make it all okay
She was already running
Away
She wanted to change the world
Do a little good in her life
But it took her away instead
And the goodness I took for granted
Left
She gave away all her love
Left herself none
And when she wanted help
People ignored her signs
And called her funny instead.
She wanted only a hand to hold
For somebody to grab her
When she plunged into the water below
Somebody to whisper
"Don't worry
I am going to be with you forever."
failure hangs from my shoulder
and it is too late to take my dreams back
they are now locked inside a vault
and fate hid the key inside a black hole
failure hangs from my shoulder
and my lover has long departed my shore
the one who shared the consciousness
the one who shared the dream
I’m listening deeper than the words you say,
Hearing what your silence keeps safe.
The boy with the ladybug on his shoulder,
Guess they were right when they told us—
“No more you and me, now it’s we,”
Funny how truth sounds holy.
Love grows, feelings anticipated,
Lips touch, time stays satiated,
Dark abyss, starry cosmic, obliterated,
My body an oasis, water weeps, don’t keep me waiting.
Every second’s heavy, every moment weighted,
Heart like a hazy orange, dream sky in the morning,
Light spills through my soul, every thought still roaming.
No more you and me, now it’s we,
Falling slow, but it’s everything,
If love’s a dream, don’t wake me please,
Stay right here inside this feeling.
No more you and me, now it’s we,
Your touch speaks in poetry,
If happiness is believing, then believe with me.
I’ve walked the length of my sentence
long after the gates unlatched,
counting the gravel underfoot
as if each stone might still accuse.
The years have grown moss over my name,
but transgression carved into memory’s vestibule
means there is always one chair turned away,
its back carved with the shape of my absence.
I’ve mended the fence,
stitched the torn sleeve,
poured water into the roots I once scorched—
but the wind still carries
a syllable I cannot unhear.
So I move,
but not without the weight of glancing—
a pilgrim with a mirror in his pack,
catching the ghost of my own retreat.
And forward is a road
that keeps folding back on itself,
a loop of weathered timber and rain-dark stone,
where even the horizon
wears my shadow like a borrowed coat,
and the door I step through
is always the same vestibule.
.
Hand on your shoulder- by Dominique Smith
Hi, whom are talking to? The cold reality pull you back. Hey? Whered you go? Whomsoever is there is no longer a feeling. Tight shadows in your cold corner, the feathering flicking lights of trust have been drained. The wires are exposed and unsafe, the water of tears can help electrocute you.
Falling failing flattened on the pavement, Hey? There you are. Wake up, what are you doing out here. Forest lit by fire flies, no memories have felt so enlarged, time goes on the weather is no longer a factor. Stop being stupid and get up off the ground, stop calling me stupid! Whome are you talking to? The humidity has you in a chokehold, the warm bath you slip into is a huge relief.
Come on, Lets go home. But I am home, No our home. Ok , lets go. WAITE!! NO!! what the hell is wrong with you?! I was going home.... No you're not! Youre going to the building with help and hope, No! Im not! Im going home! Look me in my eye, ok. Are there any hands on my shoulders? No. Then you fooled her again. Because you told the truth, the only hands i see are on my shoulders and they would never leave me no matter what or who.
Putting my best foot forward
shoulder to the wheel
nose to the grindstone
my Achilles heel
while sticking my neck out
I soon found
as
with my eye on the ball
ear to the ground
when I put my back into it
not with tongue in cheek
but to keep my chin up
heard joints creak
the onset of old age memory loss
an early taste
for in the end I forgot to bend
at the knees and not the waist
Looking over my northern shoulder
at the changing shades of day
a weak winter sun turning twilight grey
teardrops of rain on the window
the gentle sigh of the wind
storm clouds in the evening sky
bring it all back again
poring over unwritten letters
in the solitude of night
a dim lit candle shining star white light
telephone silent unanswered
candlelight quietly dimmed
unwritten letters to no one
start it all over again
I don't want to be lonely
for the rest of my life
and if I love you only
will you stay by my side
The untimed snow rushed insulted against the glassed shoulders on the poster,
and they were made of paper, they were bare…
It cried, scalded, on the painted, colorful faces,
and they were made of paper, they were bare…
Its outraged tears transformed into tears of joy,
and through them they were still smiling,
not caring for the bitter cold,
in defiance of the delayed spring,
Because they knew,
It could not wash away their colors,
It could not cover their bare shoulders.
As I held him close aboard this morning's earliest train,
I had an epiphany that my love for him will never wane
And I will be with him through all of life's pleasure and pain.
I remembered when you came for my birthday.
It was years ago.
Ten to be exact.
You would not go home and stood long
You almost slept in my bed since it was late
Oh how it could have been a date
Eight years prior I had dreamed that we would be in each others fate
Well, with me that night you did not stay
Your heart would belong to a different metaphoric beau
You placed your head on my shoulder
For me it was a betrayal that could not be any bolder
I could not make you love me
Now your’re back after a run with a person that is no longer here
Did he ever exist?
Was he a manifestation that you created for yourself to mirror?
Your mirror is a fanstasy.
As your clock ticks, understand that you are not worthy of my seed
With your words and actions, I see your garden only begetting weeds
The weeds are your lies
I don’t love you
You are the past
Sometimes a curtain, might block out the sun
daylight I’m certain, meant for everyone
to shine on big things, that we need to do
to shine on small things, when they matter too
Sometimes the whole world, is just ten-foot square
four walls without words, to say if they care
for all those big things, that we try and do
or all those small things, when they matter too
Sometimes a shoulder, a fresh pair of hands
can lift that boulder and shift tidal sands
off all these big things, that we say and do
off all these small things, when they matter too
Sometimes persistence, can lead to a door
making a difference, or two, maybe more
clear skies will show us, how much this is true
clear skies will tell me, what matters to you.
Chocolate ice cream, you've been waiting,
But my temptation is abating..
I've laid to rest the chocolate ooze,
Today, there's another one I choose.
Sending regards to both bean and cow,
Caramel crunch is my main squeeze now.
It would be easier
carry the world
on the back,
if everyone participated
with your shoulder...!
There's a little bug on my shoulder
But it won't go away
There's a little bug on my shoulder
I shrug
But I guess it's here to stay
There's a little bug on my shoulder
It's starting to itch
There's a little bug on my shoulder
I wish somebody would kill the son-of-a-
There's a little bug on my shoulder
That's making me want to die
There's a little bug on my shoulder
I hear his busy buzzing everyday
And sometimes at night, I cry
There's a little bug on my shoulder
I plead that someone will take it away
There's a little bug on my shoulder
It's depression and anxiety rubs off on me
EVERYDAY!
Margaret is astounded
That someone dare call her prissy
persnickety, uptight, queen
She gives the man her coldest meanest shoulder
his eyes captivate her imagination
her telltale cheeks flush pink
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