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Shoshannah Langlois Poem
"It's all about the little things in life."
I say with little reserve.
If they only knew
The little thinsg in life are full moons and first kisses,
good conversations and hot tea,
the warm breeze that blows through thin jeans on an icy day,
old photographs you thought were lost
and rain and blankets just out of the dryer
and long hikes and sunflowers...
And me
I am a little thing in life.
and things are just objects
They are broken by careless children.
and lost in the mail
and forgotten by past lovers
and left on shelves to collect dust
What do i matter?
I'm just a thing.
But i am a wild thing.
I belong to noone...
just myself
No one will ever have the opportunity to break me.
When i get lost i know where to find me.
and a wild thing hardly holds still enough to collect dust.
There's just me.
and how little i eat,
how little i rest,
how little i'm worth,
how little people know,
and how little i am.
After all..
"It is all about the little things in life."
Copyright © Shoshannah Langlois | Year Posted 2005
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Shoshannah Langlois Poem
Have you ever found your mind
drifting into that dark place
that secret and dense absence of light
look into the mirror and say
"There is beauty in destruction"
running your fingertips down your spine
collarbone wrists hips ankles
only to feel numb
your heart imploding
as the gravitational pull
plays tug-o-war
with your passion
10 versus 1
your heartbeat slows
leaving behind a shell
the exquisite mask your sold your soul to construct
was it worth it
did all of your dreams come true
are you happy
pure
untouched
perfect
no
just the 3rd degree burn of deception
fall to your knees
beg for the last five years of your life back
thin chance
slim chance
anything but fat chance
click your heels 3 times
all that glitters is long gone
follow the yellow brick road back to your heart
grab hold of yourself
time waits for no one
not even you
Copyright © Shoshannah Langlois | Year Posted 2005
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Shoshannah Langlois Poem
Bites her lip and closes her eyes
holds in poison and gasps for lack of words
The sunflowers on the window sill
have wilted from the density of emotions
contained in one room
one room where she finds her peace
one room where she finds her demons
one room where she lies awake
one room where she goes to rest
one room where she found herself
and one room where she lost it all
she looks into the mirror and says,
"it's a bittersweet life," and sighs
as she's choked with irony
only one person has ever made
these brown eyes turn blue
it's you.
Copyright © Shoshannah Langlois | Year Posted 2005
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Shoshannah Langlois Poem
5 AM
stretch, tuck your knees into your chest
on your back, on your stomach
on the floor, on the bed
bare skin against icy sheets
i find no comfort
no saving grace
as i dig my nails deep into the warn out mattress
let my body go limp
my wrist drops to wall
with a hollow sound
and a bruise to bare witness
last night i reached for help
and accidently knocked myself over
a piece of my soul slipped behind the dresser
i'll never find it buried in dust
Copyright © Shoshannah Langlois | Year Posted 2005
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