Apr 28 2014

Your Shoulder

Published by at 5:17 pm under Thinking of You Poems

Things sometimes,
Get in the way, the
Harder it gets –
Life‘s still okay, it
Gets hotter and hotter,
Colder and colder,
But I have you –
I Don’t smolder,
Mind it or not,
It shows a start,
I Have the passion,
Your undying heart, the
Shoulder you fashion me from the dark.

This post was submitted by Dennis.

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5 Responses to “Your Shoulder”

  1. pixieon 29 Apr 2014 at 2:50 pm

    “Things get harder. Life gets colder. But I don’t mind it, I have your shoulder.”

    You are incredible, Dennis.
    Absolutely amazing piece of writing.

  2. adminon 29 Apr 2014 at 3:04 pm

    this is truly an amazing piece of writing Dennis
    so simple, yet so full of emotions

  3. Dennison 08 May 2014 at 3:01 am

    Thanks guys!

  4. lamberton 16 May 2014 at 4:28 pm

    think it’s beautiful, and it hit close enough to home that it felt almost written for me.

    leaving is not enough; you must
    stay gone. train your heart
    like a dog. change the locks
    even on the house he’s never
    visited. you lucky, lucky girl.
    you have an apartment
    just your size. a bathtub
    full of tea. a heart the size
    of Arizona, but not nearly
    so arid. don’t wish away
    your cracked past, your
    crooked toes, your problems
    are papier mache puppets
    you made or bought because the vendor
    at the market was so compelling you just
    had to have them. you had to have him.
    and you did. and now you pull down
    the bridge between your houses.
    you make him call before
    he visits. you take a lover
    for granted, you take
    a lover who looks at you
    like maybe you are magic. make
    the first bottle you consume
    in this place a relic. place it
    on whatever altar you fashion
    with a knife and five cranberries.
    don’t lose too much weight.
    stupid girls are always trying
    to disappear as revenge. and you
    are not stupid. you loved a man
    with more hands than a parade
    of beggars, and here you stand. heart
    like a four-poster bed. heart like a canvas.
    heart leaking something so strong
    they can smell it in the street.

  5. Running.on 05 Jul 2014 at 8:36 pm

    In a standing motion.
    Fashioned from endless waves of emotion.
    Broken as I stand a man of devotion.
    But why and where and how and when and
    Who am I because I’m not him.
    It fuels the run–
    It echoes the heart.
    I trip. I fall. I start.
    Forgetting to eat– Getting no sleep.
    Strength from the tears of those that creep,
    Telling myself that a man can’t weep,
    And why would I go where no man should go,
    So find me a lady with half a brain,
    And I buy a bottle of jack,
    Feeling accomplished in what I do.
    Finally back on track.
    In a standing motion.

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