Write from the shoulders. The throat. The hands.
35 responses
These shoulders are burdened with the weight of my mind
This throat is raw from I screams I withhold
These hands are trembling from the sins they’ve comitted
brave lantern
May 3
May 3, 2026 at 10:12 PM UTC
You have held me in times, I lost
Burdens you carry, not truly yours
I have believed in you, as you did
Clearing the noise, keeping my voice
The only source to my thoughts
My hands create, the god facilitates
weathered pine
May 3
May 3, 2026 at 8:10 AM UTC
Shoulders buckling under weight of my brain
Throat tight in fear of falling
Hands sore from juggling too many worries
Problems seem to keep snowballing
steady lark
May 2
May 2, 2026 at 11:39 PM UTC
my shoulders carry all the weight
my throat burns from the words i don't say
and my hands shake from the anger
that scratches at my throat
and holds me down by my shoulders
blue birch
May 2
May 2, 2026 at 10:58 PM UTC
Her shoulders weep silently under the weight of his absence
Her voice lost in tears
Her hands stiff, stuck somewhere in the past
in his story.
restless magpie
May 2
May 2, 2026 at 4:37 PM UTC
I tense up from words I hold in, the ones I won't let escape
While reaching out for connection, doing the labor to sustain it
Hands calloused and worn
Never begging for reciprocation
faded meadow
May 2
May 2, 2026 at 12:27 PM UTC
"help me"
i'll lift you on my shoulders when the water reaches my chest
"i dont understand"
i'll clear my thoat and soften my words
"i cant hold on"
i'll reach with my hands and if we fall...
we fall together
still willow
May 2
May 2, 2026 at 11:15 AM UTC
There is something within me
that I don't understand,
something that brings my throat
thick with tears, my voice heavy,
something that makes my fingertips
tremble with all of my fears,
my choked words only fall
upon deaf ears
my shoulders tense,
I wish only to turn back the years
gentle otter
May 2
May 2, 2026 at 9:55 AM UTC
My throat burns
From all the words I say and now regret.
It's not a curse, but a weight
The things I didn't say
The anxious mess that comes from
ruining it all with
a single phrase.
wandering lantern
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 10:20 PM UTC
Broad enough to clutch me about
The unsurmountable pressure felt
I can hear the pounding of my pulse
Becoming steadier by the second
The air flowing down my maw
Like a stream of water
As my fists clench violently
Escaping the vastness of your shoulders
That I missed so much
Now a threat to my solemn heart
drifting badger
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 10:08 PM UTC
Apply to the tense. The irritated. The slim and frail.
warm shore
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 7:25 PM UTC
My shoulders sting from reaching to hold,
My throat is clogged with tears I hold,
My hands ache with the need to hold.
weary ferry
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 6:32 PM UTC
When life seems to take another turn.
And I am heavy laden.
My shoulders bear the weight.
But I believe nothing can take me down.
So after a tear or two has fell from my eyes.
I wash my face, lift my shoulders, clear my throat, let my hands swing and with confidence.
I exit the room with my head held up high.
And a swag too my walk.
Because no one has the right.
Too diminish another.
restless cloud
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 5:50 PM UTC
The silent bearers
The fighters
Tight with unspoken words
Un-thrown punches
A line
A definition
Screaming out
Such thundering quiet
The tight
And the closed
Thick with invisible pain
Choking
But never telling
A passage
For others
But not its own
Defined by
What they touch
Shaking
The only indicator
Of aching hollowness
Pushed down and stored
In your fingers
wandering ivy
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 4:54 PM UTC
My shoulders carry the weight,
of generations past,
the effort of those who struggled,
to provide the life I now possess.
My hands bear the calluses,
of those who labored,
to keep my brow free from heaviness.
And yet,
my feet refuse to move,
as I stand motionless,
overwhelmed,
by the blank page they have set before me,
my own struggle amplified,
by the silence of my own existence.
secret fox
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 4:49 PM UTC
the shoulders, yes, they carry the weight of days and my heavy cotton bags to tell you the truth
each day
they are surprised by the dying of light
sometimes they startle cause the tide of blood is too high
I suspect a flame died in my throat cause I swallowed too much of their shadows
those shadows that swallowed my name
the hands are profound creatures, they act as if they asked: where have you been?
yet they know better, they know all too well how they get mad on your skin
tiny badger
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 4:18 PM UTC
your hands combed through
my skin,
starting from my hands,
climbing to my shoulders,
ending on my throat.
in the moment,
your heat set my skin on fire,
your shallow breaths
curling my toes.
but i was smothered in shameful ash,
after,
and showered twice,
to scrub off the soot,
and your fingerprints.
shy ferry
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 3:48 PM UTC
Up tight
shoulders down and back
use the head for every port de bra
use your eyes, keep them off the floor
dainty hands
fingers in line
dancers hands
light and floaty
shoulders down
keep them down
golden barn
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 3:44 PM UTC
My shoulders,
they bare a load
frail, but forced to hold
the weight of others
myself, too,
because vunerability is too much to bear.
My throat,
taut and tense
clenched in preparation for tears
littered with slashes,
papercut size
and yet still, my words are shared.
and too, these hands
they cradle pencils and blades alike,
flesh scattered with bruises
writing my story; in hopes it fixes
whatever is wrong with me.
faded ferry
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 3:34 PM UTC
I am asked to write from my shoulders
My throat
My hands
I am asked to write from my body.
But I hate it
so Ill pass
salted orchard
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 2:58 PM UTC
I hurt
WEALLY bad
ow
I'm 57
frail willow
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 1:53 PM UTC
My hands hold my head ,face down cradling it. My shoulders hold the weight of your betrayal and my throat hurts from trying to defend myself against your angry rants.
amber wren
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 12:09 PM UTC
Shoulders that ache from living such a life
They slump in reluctance to continue onward
Throat choking down the words as they bubble up
It wants to scream, but fears being heard
Hands callused, scarred, nails bitten to fragments
They pray no one sees the intention behind their work
tender porch
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 11:45 AM UTC
shoulders.
heavy.
crushed.
even if I cant'.
bearing the weight
of too
much.
the throat.
raw,
painful,
tired of begging and pleading
tired of
talking.
hands.
they're
bruised.
weary.
but I'll tell myself
that
I can bear
more.
I can be
stronger.
tiny wren
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 11:44 AM UTC
My shoulders carry the weight of the world
Resting heavily, hunching over
My throat is raw with the pain of my words
The snapping, lashing, grating sounds
My hands are stained with bloody whispers
Striking, harming, bringing down
faded lantern
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 10:49 AM UTC
These shoulders are burdened with the weight of my mind
This throat is raw from I screams I withhold
These hands are trembling from the sins they’ve comitted
brave lantern
May 3
May 3, 2026 at 10:12 PM UTC
Shoulders buckling under weight of my brain
Throat tight in fear of falling
Hands sore from juggling too many worries
Problems seem to keep snowballing
steady lark
May 2
May 2, 2026 at 11:39 PM UTC
Her shoulders weep silently under the weight of his absence
Her voice lost in tears
Her hands stiff, stuck somewhere in the past
in his story.
restless magpie
May 2
May 2, 2026 at 4:37 PM UTC
"help me"
i'll lift you on my shoulders when the water reaches my chest
"i dont understand"
i'll clear my thoat and soften my words
"i cant hold on"
i'll reach with my hands and if we fall...
we fall together
still willow
May 2
May 2, 2026 at 11:15 AM UTC
My throat burns
From all the words I say and now regret.
It's not a curse, but a weight
The things I didn't say
The anxious mess that comes from
ruining it all with
a single phrase.
wandering lantern
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 10:20 PM UTC
Apply to the tense. The irritated. The slim and frail.
warm shore
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 7:25 PM UTC
When life seems to take another turn.
And I am heavy laden.
My shoulders bear the weight.
But I believe nothing can take me down.
So after a tear or two has fell from my eyes.
I wash my face, lift my shoulders, clear my throat, let my hands swing and with confidence.
I exit the room with my head held up high.
And a swag too my walk.
Because no one has the right.
Too diminish another.
restless cloud
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 5:50 PM UTC
My shoulders carry the weight,
of generations past,
the effort of those who struggled,
to provide the life I now possess.
My hands bear the calluses,
of those who labored,
to keep my brow free from heaviness.
And yet,
my feet refuse to move,
as I stand motionless,
overwhelmed,
by the blank page they have set before me,
my own struggle amplified,
by the silence of my own existence.
secret fox
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 4:49 PM UTC
your hands combed through
my skin,
starting from my hands,
climbing to my shoulders,
ending on my throat.
in the moment,
your heat set my skin on fire,
your shallow breaths
curling my toes.
but i was smothered in shameful ash,
after,
and showered twice,
to scrub off the soot,
and your fingerprints.
shy ferry
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 3:48 PM UTC
My shoulders,
they bare a load
frail, but forced to hold
the weight of others
myself, too,
because vunerability is too much to bear.
My throat,
taut and tense
clenched in preparation for tears
littered with slashes,
papercut size
and yet still, my words are shared.
and too, these hands
they cradle pencils and blades alike,
flesh scattered with bruises
writing my story; in hopes it fixes
whatever is wrong with me.
faded ferry
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 3:34 PM UTC
I hurt
WEALLY bad
ow
I'm 57
frail willow
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 1:53 PM UTC
Shoulders that ache from living such a life
They slump in reluctance to continue onward
Throat choking down the words as they bubble up
It wants to scream, but fears being heard
Hands callused, scarred, nails bitten to fragments
They pray no one sees the intention behind their work
tender porch
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 11:45 AM UTC
My shoulders carry the weight of the world
Resting heavily, hunching over
My throat is raw with the pain of my words
The snapping, lashing, grating sounds
My hands are stained with bloody whispers
Striking, harming, bringing down
faded lantern
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 10:49 AM UTC
You have held me in times, I lost
Burdens you carry, not truly yours
I have believed in you, as you did
Clearing the noise, keeping my voice
The only source to my thoughts
My hands create, the god facilitates
weathered pine
May 3
May 3, 2026 at 8:10 AM UTC
my shoulders carry all the weight
my throat burns from the words i don't say
and my hands shake from the anger
that scratches at my throat
and holds me down by my shoulders
blue birch
May 2
May 2, 2026 at 10:58 PM UTC
I tense up from words I hold in, the ones I won't let escape
While reaching out for connection, doing the labor to sustain it
Hands calloused and worn
Never begging for reciprocation
faded meadow
May 2
May 2, 2026 at 12:27 PM UTC
There is something within me
that I don't understand,
something that brings my throat
thick with tears, my voice heavy,
something that makes my fingertips
tremble with all of my fears,
my choked words only fall
upon deaf ears
my shoulders tense,
I wish only to turn back the years
gentle otter
May 2
May 2, 2026 at 9:55 AM UTC
Broad enough to clutch me about
The unsurmountable pressure felt
I can hear the pounding of my pulse
Becoming steadier by the second
The air flowing down my maw
Like a stream of water
As my fists clench violently
Escaping the vastness of your shoulders
That I missed so much
Now a threat to my solemn heart
drifting badger
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 10:08 PM UTC
My shoulders sting from reaching to hold,
My throat is clogged with tears I hold,
My hands ache with the need to hold.
weary ferry
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 6:32 PM UTC
The silent bearers
The fighters
Tight with unspoken words
Un-thrown punches
A line
A definition
Screaming out
Such thundering quiet
The tight
And the closed
Thick with invisible pain
Choking
But never telling
A passage
For others
But not its own
Defined by
What they touch
Shaking
The only indicator
Of aching hollowness
Pushed down and stored
In your fingers
wandering ivy
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 4:54 PM UTC
the shoulders, yes, they carry the weight of days and my heavy cotton bags to tell you the truth
each day
they are surprised by the dying of light
sometimes they startle cause the tide of blood is too high
I suspect a flame died in my throat cause I swallowed too much of their shadows
those shadows that swallowed my name
the hands are profound creatures, they act as if they asked: where have you been?
yet they know better, they know all too well how they get mad on your skin
tiny badger
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 4:18 PM UTC
Up tight
shoulders down and back
use the head for every port de bra
use your eyes, keep them off the floor
dainty hands
fingers in line
dancers hands
light and floaty
shoulders down
keep them down
golden barn
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 3:44 PM UTC
I am asked to write from my shoulders
My throat
My hands
I am asked to write from my body.
But I hate it
so Ill pass
salted orchard
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 2:58 PM UTC
My hands hold my head ,face down cradling it. My shoulders hold the weight of your betrayal and my throat hurts from trying to defend myself against your angry rants.
amber wren
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 12:09 PM UTC
shoulders.
heavy.
crushed.
even if I cant'.
bearing the weight
of too
much.
the throat.
raw,
painful,
tired of begging and pleading
tired of
talking.
hands.
they're
bruised.
weary.
but I'll tell myself
that
I can bear
more.
I can be
stronger.
tiny wren
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 11:44 AM UTC
These shoulders are burdened with the weight of my mind
This throat is raw from I screams I withhold
These hands are trembling from the sins they’ve comitted
brave lantern
May 3
May 3, 2026 at 10:12 PM UTC
my shoulders carry all the weight
my throat burns from the words i don't say
and my hands shake from the anger
that scratches at my throat
and holds me down by my shoulders
blue birch
May 2
May 2, 2026 at 10:58 PM UTC
"help me"
i'll lift you on my shoulders when the water reaches my chest
"i dont understand"
i'll clear my thoat and soften my words
"i cant hold on"
i'll reach with my hands and if we fall...
we fall together
still willow
May 2
May 2, 2026 at 11:15 AM UTC
Broad enough to clutch me about
The unsurmountable pressure felt
I can hear the pounding of my pulse
Becoming steadier by the second
The air flowing down my maw
Like a stream of water
As my fists clench violently
Escaping the vastness of your shoulders
That I missed so much
Now a threat to my solemn heart
drifting badger
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 10:08 PM UTC
When life seems to take another turn.
And I am heavy laden.
My shoulders bear the weight.
But I believe nothing can take me down.
So after a tear or two has fell from my eyes.
I wash my face, lift my shoulders, clear my throat, let my hands swing and with confidence.
I exit the room with my head held up high.
And a swag too my walk.
Because no one has the right.
Too diminish another.
restless cloud
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 5:50 PM UTC
the shoulders, yes, they carry the weight of days and my heavy cotton bags to tell you the truth
each day
they are surprised by the dying of light
sometimes they startle cause the tide of blood is too high
I suspect a flame died in my throat cause I swallowed too much of their shadows
those shadows that swallowed my name
the hands are profound creatures, they act as if they asked: where have you been?
yet they know better, they know all too well how they get mad on your skin
tiny badger
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 4:18 PM UTC
My shoulders,
they bare a load
frail, but forced to hold
the weight of others
myself, too,
because vunerability is too much to bear.
My throat,
taut and tense
clenched in preparation for tears
littered with slashes,
papercut size
and yet still, my words are shared.
and too, these hands
they cradle pencils and blades alike,
flesh scattered with bruises
writing my story; in hopes it fixes
whatever is wrong with me.
faded ferry
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 3:34 PM UTC
My hands hold my head ,face down cradling it. My shoulders hold the weight of your betrayal and my throat hurts from trying to defend myself against your angry rants.
amber wren
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 12:09 PM UTC
My shoulders carry the weight of the world
Resting heavily, hunching over
My throat is raw with the pain of my words
The snapping, lashing, grating sounds
My hands are stained with bloody whispers
Striking, harming, bringing down
faded lantern
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 10:49 AM UTC
You have held me in times, I lost
Burdens you carry, not truly yours
I have believed in you, as you did
Clearing the noise, keeping my voice
The only source to my thoughts
My hands create, the god facilitates
weathered pine
May 3
May 3, 2026 at 8:10 AM UTC
Her shoulders weep silently under the weight of his absence
Her voice lost in tears
Her hands stiff, stuck somewhere in the past
in his story.
restless magpie
May 2
May 2, 2026 at 4:37 PM UTC
There is something within me
that I don't understand,
something that brings my throat
thick with tears, my voice heavy,
something that makes my fingertips
tremble with all of my fears,
my choked words only fall
upon deaf ears
my shoulders tense,
I wish only to turn back the years
gentle otter
May 2
May 2, 2026 at 9:55 AM UTC
Apply to the tense. The irritated. The slim and frail.
warm shore
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 7:25 PM UTC
The silent bearers
The fighters
Tight with unspoken words
Un-thrown punches
A line
A definition
Screaming out
Such thundering quiet
The tight
And the closed
Thick with invisible pain
Choking
But never telling
A passage
For others
But not its own
Defined by
What they touch
Shaking
The only indicator
Of aching hollowness
Pushed down and stored
In your fingers
wandering ivy
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 4:54 PM UTC
your hands combed through
my skin,
starting from my hands,
climbing to my shoulders,
ending on my throat.
in the moment,
your heat set my skin on fire,
your shallow breaths
curling my toes.
but i was smothered in shameful ash,
after,
and showered twice,
to scrub off the soot,
and your fingerprints.
shy ferry
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 3:48 PM UTC
I am asked to write from my shoulders
My throat
My hands
I am asked to write from my body.
But I hate it
so Ill pass
salted orchard
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 2:58 PM UTC
Shoulders that ache from living such a life
They slump in reluctance to continue onward
Throat choking down the words as they bubble up
It wants to scream, but fears being heard
Hands callused, scarred, nails bitten to fragments
They pray no one sees the intention behind their work
tender porch
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 11:45 AM UTC
Shoulders buckling under weight of my brain
Throat tight in fear of falling
Hands sore from juggling too many worries
Problems seem to keep snowballing
steady lark
May 2
May 2, 2026 at 11:39 PM UTC
I tense up from words I hold in, the ones I won't let escape
While reaching out for connection, doing the labor to sustain it
Hands calloused and worn
Never begging for reciprocation
faded meadow
May 2
May 2, 2026 at 12:27 PM UTC
My throat burns
From all the words I say and now regret.
It's not a curse, but a weight
The things I didn't say
The anxious mess that comes from
ruining it all with
a single phrase.
wandering lantern
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 10:20 PM UTC
My shoulders sting from reaching to hold,
My throat is clogged with tears I hold,
My hands ache with the need to hold.
weary ferry
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 6:32 PM UTC
My shoulders carry the weight,
of generations past,
the effort of those who struggled,
to provide the life I now possess.
My hands bear the calluses,
of those who labored,
to keep my brow free from heaviness.
And yet,
my feet refuse to move,
as I stand motionless,
overwhelmed,
by the blank page they have set before me,
my own struggle amplified,
by the silence of my own existence.
secret fox
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 4:49 PM UTC
Up tight
shoulders down and back
use the head for every port de bra
use your eyes, keep them off the floor
dainty hands
fingers in line
dancers hands
light and floaty
shoulders down
keep them down
golden barn
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 3:44 PM UTC
I hurt
WEALLY bad
ow
I'm 57
frail willow
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 1:53 PM UTC
shoulders.
heavy.
crushed.
even if I cant'.
bearing the weight
of too
much.
the throat.
raw,
painful,
tired of begging and pleading
tired of
talking.
hands.
they're
bruised.
weary.
but I'll tell myself
that
I can bear
more.
I can be
stronger.
tiny wren
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 11:44 AM UTC