"boosting" poems
Long wavy brown hair
Freckles against otherwise creamy smooth skin
Long eyelashes and dark brown puppy eyes
Loud laughter and big smiles
Confidence boosting and adventure inducing
Long summer nights filled with new experiences
Long talks about things that hurt
Longer talk about things that don’t
Fun and mischief laced into every step
Every heartbeat being worth it
Absolutely breathtakingly perfection
Everything I’ve ever wanted
And for a while
I’ve finally got it
And you make everything so extraordinary
Aug 17, 2018
Aug 17, 2018 at 1:34 AM UTC
Some get that way by playing it safe,
memorizing mantras, righteously abiding by rules,
some get there by cutting seams,
lost in purposelessness, partaking of
ether, marijuana, alcohol, or anything
that's buzzy enough,
some find their sweepstakes in curls,
in fantasies, on the internet, or in the aftermath,
some claim the spoils, some gracefully accept
determination, some divorce their wives,
some happily raise their pulse to the heavy metals,
some review albums and cut down the ********
some write love stories for our grandmas,
our moms,
our ex-girlfriends,
some find it in politics, right winging, left winging, chicken winging,
some in bomb threats,
some find it in supremacy,
others in melting pots,
some cheer up over breakroom chitty-chats,
some in **** ***
some in sympathizing with pedophiles trapped in iron lungs,
some when they have hit the bottom rung,
some by rationalizing,
boosting themselves above half-wrongs,
to coast on the half-rights,
some by breaking up,
some by declaring war,
only to get discouraged, yet proud of the scars,
some kids dance to experimental music,
some write blogs about capitalism,
some find it kicking it with bitter vegans,
others while murdering their parents,
but everyone is a winner,
everyone is right,
everyone has earned the paycheck,
the vacation,
the **** wife,
and the key to eternal life.
Dec 16, 2010
Dec 16, 2010 at 8:03 AM UTC
*As a kid when I heard the stories
Of heavens and hells
And gods and ghosts
I thought of those to be true
But as I grew
My education warned me
Not to trust that view
As a child when my elders advised
Do unto others as you would have them do to you
I thought they were impractical
Ignorant of smartness required
To manage things through
By far I thought I was the wise
To have known it all
Realized late in time
How great was that fall
Superficial logic, intellectual materialism
Cloaked my natural state of true mind
Boosting desires, sterile opinions
Leaving the true sense behind
I am thankful to the nature
For giving me an opportune
To study the greatest reality
Why humans are marooned
Time and space are eternal
I am just the part of that infinite
The one awarded with human form
For some past intentions right
I should not take pride in that
For where I am today
Later might be someone else’s part
Man who decoded the mystery of mind
Taught this decades ago
Guard thoughts, actions, and speech
To reach the real goal
Not judge anything and any being
Instead focus on developing clear seeing
As everything is ever changing
Including ones birth realms
A full mind just exhibits knowledge
Only in empty mind wisdom reaps
Don’t get swayed by extremes
Middle way is the path of keep
Now I understand
Message behind the moral stories
What one sows is what one reaps
One gets heavenly pleasures or hellish pain
Exclusively based on law of deeds
One gets what one deserves
For law of nature never fails
But latent power within
Can turn it all around
If not enlightenment
One can at least find in life
A decent ground
Now and in future!*
Mar 5, 2016
Mar 5, 2016 at 1:18 AM UTC
Uhh..
(baby come through, & come chill wit me..3)..yeah..baby come chill wit me..(come through5)..come chill wit me, Ayee, ( girl what you tryna do,Yeah2)..come chill wit me,Yeah..(what you tryna do girl2)..come chill wit me baby what you tryna do..(come through3)..Yeah baby come (chill wit me5)..baby yeah.. (come through3)..& (come chill wit me3)..come through,..
Babygirl yeah what's good , I know dat you are really in to me & I'm feeling you too,..Babygirl Yeah I see you & you looking cute, your so beautiful, Oooo, boo you got my heart jumping outta my chest beating so fast like I just took 50 pulls from a bong..Ohh, Babygirl you be boosting up my high like a newport, girl your love is so strong, baby your love got me strunged,..Babygirl what you tryna do,..Babygirl come through, kickback wit me Yeah..relax wit me, let's **** & smoke some good weed..I know that's what you tryna do girl..girl (Yeah..what you tryna do 2)...wit me..come through & then baby we can see.. yeah (come through3)..
Aye, girl what you tryna do..stop playing games & chasing after these **** boys..You need to spray some raid to keep them lames away from ya, because you mines, Yeah girl you my boo, girl I know exactly what you need & want you need a King, Uhh you want a real man to help flourish yo dreams, baby let me plant my seed in you, & I really mean that boo, let's start our own kingdom, & family BabyGirl so come through & hang wit me baby..I'll teach you how to live freer girl,..You that type of woman I'll let sit on my face, Babygirl yeah, I wanna drink you, like tea..,&
I ain't even tryna be a player no I ain't just ryhming game to ya, I really mean what I say, Yeah everything that is written is true..,Yeah boo, for sure..Uhh, so..
(Come through4)..Yeah..Yeah..(girl what you tryna do2)..Uhh,..(come through4)..(Yeah2)..come through & come chill wit me,Yeah..chill wit me,girl
I'll show you how a real man suppose to do you so come chill wit me Yeah..(baby come through2)..(come through2)..Aye
Babygirl bring yo **** *** over, & let me undress ya, I wanna hit it from the front, I wanna hit from the side, & I wanna get the back to..shit I'm feeling really freaky girl, I wanna caress you girl I really care for you..Yeah
, I might just lick yo ******* Imma **** you so good, Imma put you in a coma,,no ruthies,Uhh..Imma blow that good kush up in yo nose in the morning, & I bet you'll wake up from it, girl I know yo back hurting, & legs so sore to **** I got you have spasming,baby just let the good smoke relax ya,Aye..Uhh..
Yeah that's what Imma do to you when you come over, boo, baby so come through..Oooo, I wanna *** you up girl, Yeah that's what Imma do..to you..Uhh, Imma **** you so good, Yeah girl, Imma **** you so good..Oooo,yeah I wanna please you so baby..(come through3)..Yeah come through..(girl what you tryna do2)..Yeah what you tryna do,..(come through, Yeah3)..(come through....3)..Ooo,
Aye baby, Imma call you , to come through & when you get to me girl, don't be shy at all Noo, baby I wanna see what you all about, yeah girl, show me what that mouth can do Ooo,..Uhh, baby let me be that ***** I said let me be yo ***** yeah let me be yo best friend, no friends wit benefits, I want you to be my wifey,..Yeah I want you forever & ever baby..
Yeah girl let me be yo man, babygirl..tease me, Yeah dance & strip for a real ***** yeah show me what you all about, Yeah I wanna see what you about, Yeah..so baby..(come through*11)..Ooo
Yeah girl what you tryna do, girl what you been up to..baby..(come through*3)...
Oooo,what you tryna do Yeah..girl what you tryna do yeah..what you been up to..BabyGirl.. (Come through*4)..Yeah girl, what you tryna do, let's make a move now,..
Yeah let's make our own movie baby..just..(come through3)..Babygirl..Yeah..(come through8)..baby Yeah..(come through*3)..Yeah come through.. Girl, what you been up to, baby what you tryna do..,
(girl Yeah, what you tryna do*3)..
Just (come through..*3)
Ooo..Yeah..(come through..*3)
Dec 29, 2015
Dec 29, 2015 at 4:47 PM UTC
as I step on the clutch and engage the gear,
I adjust the mirror and look in the rear.
cherries and berries are nowhere in sight,
yellow turns to red as I set to take flight.
boosting RPMs between three and four,
I'm ready to kick the gas down to the floor.
red turns to green and I'm off down the street,
in less than 9 seconds my opponent suffers defeat.
Aug 20, 2012
Aug 20, 2012 at 2:25 AM UTC
There are times that I wish I was normal
That I could be care free, as average as anyone can be
Made within standards And regularity
As orthodox as the eyes of most can see
Statements boosting individuality Is easier said than done
For in life there's no such thing as black and white
One can't decide without thoughts to brew
Nor think of things only from other's shoe
The world we live in is nothing but a complex irony
A domino of things which differ and contradict in every rational
reason human beings knew
I can never be an option to think of nothing but you
You want to do something that in your heart you knew
But If that will cut ties with those dear to you
What will you do? Can that drive push through?
Will you throw your conscience and push?
I don't know what to do my heart is thrown in crude
Watching endless chains of sacrifices and disappointments in a loop
Even a libra can never weigh things through
Going back to square one not knowing what to do
Feb 16, 2012
Feb 16, 2012 at 8:57 AM UTC
I've delivered your messages
Transcribed your letters
Worn heels and tight dresses
For you the past four years
No one knows better
Your favorite tie is argyle
You like your coffee lukewarm
And you prefer the pickle on the side
It began with passion-filled glances
But soon we were taking all our chances
To share stolen kisses
In the privacy of a custodial closet
Then came the late work nights
Telling my mother we had production to boost
When the only thing you were boosting
Was me onto your paper-littered desk
And I felt *****
Even though you said you'd do nothing to hurt me
I knew it was lies because you did nothing to help me either
And I loved you
I could care less for the moon
All I want is you to no longer make me suffer
Make me a wife or a mother
Something, anything other than just your secretary/lover
All because God made my skin the wrong color.
Oct 5, 2010
Oct 5, 2010 at 2:10 PM UTC
The screen is a madhouse
of body-building, ego-boosting,
and bad gig recordings.
I see her bronzing in the beach,
applying lotion and laughing
with a new friend.
I'm still stuck in the snow,
watching her skirt in the breeze.
I chain coffee in the morning
to counter sobriety,
to show that I know her more
than just by the light of the moon.
In sunglasses, we'll meet somewhere
neutral; an escape route to run
if the patient becomes lunatic again.
She'll administer the pill
from her pockets to ensure I'll flat-line
through her absences,
and then resurrect when she's lost her
appetite. Far away from this
selfish depression, I dream
of us painting a wall. Nothing dies
when it is made into memory;
nothing lives without your early morning call.
Jul 24, 2014
Jul 24, 2014 at 8:55 PM UTC
Stone faced destruction, a craft in a void
What does it matter if it can never be created or destroyed?
Event horizon guide me, living got you annoyed?
Like an atom we split, and through the dirt that we sift
Seeds of conditional omission baring down for the drift
Intentions spread on the wind, now bereft of the wit
Scattershot the lot and hold me down with the gift
If I'm breathing you'll see me believing in my condition
No bereaving is needed when I have made my decision
It's not a death of the ego; why it's a call to confirm it
Leave your name at the tone, and I will prove I deserve it
Message, misinterpreted, deterred but I'm building
I hit the chisel to my brain, I carved the marker I'm gilding
I knew that no seed would grow until the weeds had been slain
Now every moment I'm living converting power from pain
As I can offer no service, until I have made myself work
So I have left from the room, where all the chatter continues
to plant myself in the dirt, so I replenish my sinews
Confusing my silence for inaction on a whim could prove deadly
I'm stacking my arsenal, stick around for the medley.
Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 5:00 AM UTC
She was an old Mid-western woman.
She was a distinct type.
A stock-staple character,
Sort of half Beverly Hillbillies Granny,
Throw in a skosh Betty White,
Mixed in with a lot of that old lady
In Driving Miss Daisy.
Southern Indiana:
The Confederacy’s best kept secret.
But I digress.
She was my neighbor in Buckeye, Arizona,
A quaint agrarian township, way out
At the west end of Maricopa County, which is
An hour from the Phoenix airport, the so-called
Sky Harbor International Airport,
Which surely must be near the list’s top:
All-time most pretentious,
Hyperbolic Chamber of Commerce,
Municipal Boosterisms.
Wikipedia English - The Free Encyclopedia
Boosterism: the act of "boosting" (or promoting) a town, city, or organization, with the goal of improving public perception of it. Boosting can be as simple as "talking up" the entity at a party or as elaborate as establishing a visitors' bureau. It has been somewhat associated with American small towns. Boosting is also done in political settings, especially in regard to disputed policies or controversial events.
So, without thinking,
Walking down the driveway
To pick up the morning paper,
I let it slip:
“How are you?”
She’s leaning over the hedge,
As I bend down,
Picking up the local Pravda.
35 minutes later she sums up:
“I had to go to the doctor last night.
Gave me some cream for my pud.”
A twinkle in her eye—
She, my lascivious,
Old lady neighbor
In Buckeye, Arizona.
She had that sweet Mid-western thing
Working for her, her regional mojo.
And I’m right there on her wavelength:
The apple not falling far from my tree,
Or something like that . . .
I am losing my train of thought, here.
Last poem of the day, I guess.
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 8:50 PM UTC
I'm from the land overflowing with milk and honey and my mind is more rich that The Europeans useless green paper money yes far from a dummy and like the dawn of day my personality is Always sunny.
I am a rare soul
On the outside I am just another hueman but on the inside I'm a being of the supernatural
I am a radiating rainbow
Shinning in between blue and purple
I'm the canvas of the star child so paint me Indigo.
I'm a lantern in the darkness of the heavily wooded forest, I glow.
My heart is as pure as the whitetess snow
I am a farmer planting seeds, So, I reap what I sow.
I expand my horizons because the more you know the more you grow.
I am vibrant just as the stained glass window.
My soul is a strong and fierce bolt of lightening, quite powerful.
I am Fearlessly and wonderfully made in the image of The Most High, Quite beautiful.
I'm an individual whose energy is a current thats just flows.
Maybe because Love is My religion no matter where I go.
I was Created from the particles of stars hidden in the cosmos
Mixed with the elements of earth
Descended from the heavens, past the galaxy and from the wombman my spirit and body became one at birth
As it bursted thru my Earth mother, The Universe.
this body became both a gift and a curse
My life became as song unrehearsed
I guess thats why they nicknamed me lyrics because my words were my hook and verse.
I am like many phases of the Luna very diverse
I am the moon that rises to rest in the midnight sky upon the evening shore as the cool ocean passionately kisses the sparkling sand.
I am the wombman with a vision and a plan.
I am India Arie, boosting your souls immunity. Healthy for you like vitamin C.
Loving me unconditionally
Embracing the Queen in me.
I am free!
I am Lauryn Hill opening your eyes to see the things that Are Real.
I am the peace that is still.
I express the way I feel.
I am Jill Scott giving you some food for thought.
Pay close attention because lessons are being taught.
I'm am Erykah Badu giving you something you ain't use to.
I'm Alicia keys Feeling the music putting my mind at ease
As the nature gives my skin goosebumps with its cooling breeze.
I am Janet Jackson giving you that that fire and passion.
lacing it with that poetic justice style and fashion.
Yet I will have you talking to and looking at that man in the mirror like Michael Jackson.
Apr 3, 2017
Apr 3, 2017 at 12:05 AM UTC
We work as if to vanquish sin, delight
In pay day, reign the ego boosting bills
The hours nine to five grow tired and gripe,
Our sense of worth built firm in green and thrills
A victory deserves a toast, so raise
Your glass and cheer! But don't you dare talk ill
Of men who seek the outside bench, no place
To sleep, ignored by wealthy launderers who'll
Deny the beggar hundred cents yet blow
One hundred bucks to keep their hair due kempt
If love were space then that's how far I'd go
Myself, to mourn the late compassion's sense
It's true: they may be rich upon retire
But who will hold them when their time expires?
Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 3:16 PM UTC
Knowing and,
Celebrating humanness
Respect to independence
Independence of one another
Acknowledgement of,
Space everyone holds
Is the key
Respect for one another's freedom
Respect for choices they make
For themselves only
Trying to not get into people’s affairs
Minding your own business
Helping one another is the key
Loving is the key
Boosting owns insecurities, is not
Boosting other's insecurities, is not
Getting over other's freedom, is not
Getting over personal space, is not
Thinking you know everything, is not
Every generations of human
Are trying to find the key
And here it is,
Some know it
Others are not conscious
The key is independence
The key is personal space
Simply, the key is spirit
Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 10:20 AM UTC
We met in the SICU at BMC,
A wondrous Islander, its simple to see,
She nurses with ease and comforts the sick,
Skilled in medicine, I laughed at her shtick.
Needs glasses to see and thinks she's a nerd,
Cool is her look, I'd use no other word,
To describe to the world, this sparkling light,
She brightens a room and makes you feel right.
Short of stature, but strong as a tree,
Boosting my patients and helped me to see,
Where essentials for the job could easily be found,
Always a smile on her face, she never frowned.
I got to know her during our 12 hour shift,
She loves to read, so I shared my gift.
I red her a poem and she dug all my rhyme,
The shift was near over, flying was the time.
During my travels, many nurses I've met,
None quite like her, that's a sure bet.
My time at this hospital has come to an end,
Her name is Ali, Godspeed my new friend!
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Jul 20, 2014
Jul 20, 2014 at 6:09 PM UTC
Words To Love: Emoji *
Pictograph of sadness, cheer…
Every feeling, object, there
To show, enhance, inflate, draw near,
Define, make clear -
Oh, those Japanese - so clever!
E, a picture; Moji, character.
And I, mature, articulate,
Controlled, restrained,
Using it and them more often
When the brain’s refrain
Needs just that little extra bit
To sign and supplement
Whatever’s been expressed already
Boosting, heading
Written chunks of art (or junk)..
Emoji: hidden ***** behind it all -
A detail for the people.
Words To Love: Emoji 9.19.2020 The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Circling Round Experience; Arlene Nover Corwin.
* whoever wants to add his or her pwn personal emoji is welcome to do so.
Sep 19, 2020
Sep 19, 2020 at 7:53 AM UTC
In my novel and supposedly written by English and from Yorkshire, William Willoughby in 1811 whilst fighting Napoleon's troops in Spain... and boosting morale using music he loves... this time Flamenco.
FLAMENCO
Passion of heart and soul… and nimble fingers,
Music from wood with curves of Woman lingers…
Cinders dance with hot flames as a heart again sings:
“Anew Gypsies found metal strings...!”
For Men of burning eyes, long hair and hard of nail,
Music is wine as dark clouds away do sail…
Whilst intoxicating songs of Life, Death,
Love and War…
Are every time told as never before…
And a strong hand of Man does suddenly slap,
The delightful form held gently over his lap,
As rhythms of memories and secrets full of pain,
In ancient faraway lands… of hardly any rain,
Anew become forbidden songs never forgotten…
Now an eternal legacy,
And timeless passion … Maybe…
In the shadow… of an ancient olive tree?
Do listen with closed eyes… And magic you will see…
Capt. W. Willoughby
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 12:25 AM UTC
The static havoc
In my attic
Is automatic
And so emphatic
Excruciating pain
Roosting in rain
Boosting the grain
But flooding my lane
While playing cosmic roulette
I'm charged a clockwise debt
Paid by traveling to my death
Like anthrax on Amtrak
The FBI can't track
So the decay stacks
Turning everything black
Something's amiss
In this blinding abyss
That grabs my wrist
And drains my bliss
So I seek shelter
But get peltered
Helter skelter
By the belters
Tired of lies
Afraid I'll die
I see your eyes
As a sweet surprise
Then watch paint dry
Unlike the tears I cry
From the fear inside
You'll hurt my pride
Honestly
You harvest me
Until you're part of me
Making it hard to see
Where I'll be
If you flee
From my plea
And just leave
So I continue wheeling
To my glass ceiling
In need of timely healing
I forget my frightened feeling
And turn to hope
Until you say nope
A slippery slope
With which I can't cope
I thought I was saved
Instead I feel shame
From this disgraceful game
Called you don't feel the same
Which has gotten me lost
Frozen in frost
The coldest cost
As garbage tossed
You kindly offer your friendship
Unable to kiss my friend's lips
Unable to grab my friend's hips
Unable to let myself slip
I find something profound
Traveling on ground
With you around
Safe and sound
You offer insight
Increasing my might
By seeing the light
When you are right
You help me fight
My perilous plight
By making pain slight
Removing my fright
My perception of you is traveling
On this road that is gravelly
I once desired you madly
Now others have had me
But that doesn't change when I'm lonely
I wish you would hold me
Unable to forsake the old me
I just continue traveling coldly
Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 7:22 PM UTC
overage of senses
scents and repentance
ego tripping, boosting and a love simple like friendship.
a paramount attraction
lust and pride in equal fractions
the type to make you think lest you display the mind's reaction.
baby steps on wide sets
of stairs that lead to monumental ***
have made you make me write this text.
as I catch glances
you increase your second chances
a rose is a rose is a rose, but for those who know,
it just don't sum up our romances.
Mar 24, 2013
Mar 24, 2013 at 8:55 PM UTC
Emerging are
Wishes lured
Moving with
Boosting confidence
Sustained
Staggers toward a long-term
Fulfillment
Jun 23, 2012
Jun 23, 2012 at 12:10 PM UTC
i fling my hair in your face as to catch your attention
i purse my lips in an attempt to grasp a glimpse from you
i open my mouth and laugh extravagantly to boost your ego
i let my cardigan fall off my shoulder to show you i’m easy going
i spin around to lure your eyes in
i bend over to pick up your wallet that you dropped on the ground
i hand it to you with a pearly white smile and captivate your attention
i use my body in a way that it was not meant to be intended
i use my body to boost my ego while blaming other women for boosting men’s egos
i know what i am doing but i cannot stop
i want the attention my body brings me
“can’t you get attention in other ways” they ask
yes but i feel my body is the only way
and this is the problem in our society and i too am guilty
Jun 3, 2018
Jun 3, 2018 at 1:44 PM UTC
These young kids
look for but don't get it
thinking
Netflix,
boosting
kicks from butane,
got no patination
not old enough
but the last generation
seen it and
deem it
reprehensible
that secondary modern education
fails them because now they
think they're sensible
brawling on Friday night
crawling home
Saturday morning, they
have razors to shave with
high street banks they
can save with
but nothing to give them a clue.
I'm through with this ****
old enough now to sit out my days
in a tobacco filled haze and
gaze at nights full of stardust
because
somebody must
before it all disappears.
Oct 27, 2016
Oct 27, 2016 at 2:36 PM UTC
I saw the thousands of students gathering
peacefully protesting on the whole.
Until the small radical elements arrived
not being in a distant country.
But on the streets of old historic London
and spreading to other cities.
An underlying current of frusteation
denying the stability of a nation.
Taxes rising the lowering of living standards
the future generations angry.
With more elderly living and far fewer young
a small core of the mega rich.
Fuelling anarchist to violently show their hand
governments not setting a good image,
As promises made to voters are totally ignored
the people tiring of politicians has soared.
Companies allowed to make vast sums of cash
passing on the costs to the public.
Boosting profits and shareholders balances
multi levels of bitterness develops.
Each thinking they are the ones oppressed
creating resentment and envy.
Splitting a struggling society into fractions
determined to take drastic actions.
Rebellion and anarchy not new to man
destructive elements that don't achieve.
In the end our race can only last if it's one clan
working together because they believe.
Or is this another cycle coming to the end?
The Foureyed Poet.
Feb 19, 2011
Feb 19, 2011 at 3:27 AM UTC
"I've found myself fall into madness so I dove, the best thing I ever did was let go.."
Let your life, flow, freely without fear of current situations or the future. Trust, trust in the universe to show you exactly what you need. Risks, take risks to prevent what-ifs. This, here, now, the present of a present...be aware of it.. the sounds, sights, as well as how you feel. Always take the time to check in with yourself because your soul already knows the right answer. Patience, know that through the trials will come a new life, springing beautifully from what was. There, you'll find bliss.. Only if you believe it. No coincidences, there is no such thing. Everything happens for a reason, from the smallest of occasions to the biggest of situations. We can learn from it all if we choose to. Mostly though, learn to love, yourself. Only then can it spread like a deliberate wildfire, boosting the universal consciousness higher. Sit with the self from time to time and be silent. Eventually, your mind begins to speak in ways that stray from self-defeat. It needs to be silenced before you can shine with all you have to give and be the best form of you, that you never thought was even possible.
Have a wonderful day! Namaste~
Aug 25, 2013
Aug 25, 2013 at 5:01 PM UTC
You're always there
Boosting moral
Shifting through space and time
to fit my situation
Without you i'd be lost
I need you by my side
Because together
Not even death can stop us
Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 12:33 PM UTC
Once I was
On top of the world
Winning at a game
That I didn’t know
I was playing
As I was cheered on
By eager fans
Boosting my ego
Skipping through the fallen leaves
And slipping recklessly
Through the dangers
Life handed me
Knowing
That if I tripped
Someone was there
To catch me
Before I hit the pavement
But all at once
I fell from the nest
Feeling lost
When I scraped my knee
And nobody was there
Holding a band-aid
Ready to fix me
I wondered
Why it had been so easy
To fall hard
With no broken bones
Or ugly bruises
But nobody had told me
That when I used to fall
It had only been
From Dad’s shoulders
Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 3:53 PM UTC