What am I to do?
All I wanted was one book
But as i reached
For the bottom-most one
The entire stack
Tumbled on top of me
And now I am stuck
Beneath a heavy heap
Of literary works.
I have so many ideas,
Flowing through my head.
But a heavy wall blocks them,
So they cannot be read!
Sometimes i poke holes,
In that massive stockade.
But the thoughts don’t fit through!
And ideas are never made!
lugging around everything that he’s hiding
never able to unload on somebody else
without risk of losing relations
yet with every word the load gets heavier
wryness: At least one person will write About sweet ecstasy And, “Hey baby, “You’re my LSD; “High on life, “That’s my girl; “That’s” –...
Pragna Paramita Mondal: The Wind Had swept off. Rust petals, paper cranes, yellow pages. The delirium, and a slice of time, somnolent and sour. The blood had felt the onomatopoeia, when it...
wryness: That has made all the difference – Or maybe it hasn’t; I’m not sure. I need to move upwards, Open a dimension’s eyeful And trace the lines carved In leaves now...
inthenameoftherose: Brick by brick we build our walls, Some are short and some are tall. When communication stalls another brick is added cemented by resentment and frustration. And in order to be...
AintNoNinny: you told me that you have eyes only for me yet I see you staring at that corvette across the street wishing you were with her
inthenameoftherose: All the best laid plans of mice and women Yet life has her own vision. As little girls we were fed on fairy tales But now as women we lie on beds of nails Self sacrifice and...
inthenameoftherose: It began with two for the road It seemed so light then the load When under the shooting star I wished The third came as promised ‘twas bliss Four we wanted to even out our...
BJP123: Lay down icy witch, Promise lost spell unbroken, Filled with regret.
BJP123: Nine and six filed for divorce, such a tragedy. Thirteen lost her beloved ten, a sailor out at sea. It’s been a year since the cancer took four, and seven just isn’t the same....
Provalone: From the summit of him to the valley of me, I feel the wind that connects us. Oh gentle wind, please blow harder so I can feel you: The only thing I share with him.
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What am I to do?
All I wanted was one book
But as i reached
For the bottom-most one
The entire stack
Tumbled on top of me
And now I am stuck
Beneath a heavy heap
Of literary works.
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Every step I take
Is leaded with weariness
And the pain in my throat.
Man, I hate being sick.
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The days of the dances
Always bring
A heavy weight
Of disappointment
In my heart
As I sit at home
And watch
Pointless television.
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I have so many ideas,
Flowing through my head.
But a heavy wall blocks them,
So they cannot be read!
Sometimes i poke holes,
In that massive stockade.
But the thoughts don’t fit through!
And ideas are never made!
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+1
Life’s heavy glaciers
slowly sculpt
my rocky soul.
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lugging around everything that he’s hiding
never able to unload on somebody else
without risk of losing relations
yet with every word the load gets heavier
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Heavy is the sound
of a beating drum
pound pound pound
thump thump thump
heavy are the limbs
of a soldier after war
vision begins to dim
what was he fighting for?
Heavy is the hand
of a disciplining dad
who must teach his son to stand
and accept his deed as bad
heavy is the heart
who has lost a loved one
to someplace far
lover, brother, sister or son
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