"scooched" poems - Hello Poetry

Have you ever scooched so far down in a chair That you’re not really sitting on the chair anymore You’re just kind of holding on by your elbows? That’s like my life right now It’s a metaphor And I mean don’t worry, I have strong elbows I’ve fallen a lot in my life And I don’t really moisturize there so the skin is pretty dry and has a lot of friction So I don’t think I’m going to fall off any time soon. The thing is though if you’ve ever been that low in a chair Have you? You can’t really just push yourself back up There’s nothing to grab on to Your upper arm is fully extended all the time So if you want out of that situation you have to sit all the way down On the floor and then turn around and get up The thing is, the chair, is a metaphor for my life And I don’t really want to go down any further to get back up I don’t want to see what’s down there I kind of just wish someone would come up behind me You know a bystander, friend, family member, girlfriend, wife Grab me by the arm pits and pull me back onto the chair Then I can stand up on my own from there I want to stand up on my own, I’m a grown man I have the strength to stand I’m just metaphorically hanging on by my elbows To this metaphor chair and I just need a real person To metaphorically pick me up by my arm pits And I’ve let you in now on the metaphor part So it’s probably time I tell you about the literal reason That I’m in this metaphorically precarious situation But before I do one more thing The chair, the metaphor, it’s an office chair on wheels So you know, when I tell you why I’m scooched down so far you can’t cry If you cry the ground will get wet and the chair might slip Or it’s been a bit hot so it might steam and get moisture under my elbow I might slide off so you can’t cry It’s super important you don’t clap too hard either, The vibrations might roll the chair away and I’d fall on the ground I’m only hanging on by my elbows So anyway here we go the literal reason I’m serious though you can’t react too much or I might fall So please keep your reactions internal for me Can I count on you? Can I? Are you sure? Okay here goes. The reason I’m hanging on by my elbows on this chair is You know what You’re right, I shouldn’t risk it.

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Sep 20, 2015

Sep 20, 2015 at 4:40 AM UTC

michael-devoe

Worth the Risk

Have you ever scooched so far down in a chair That you’re not really sitting on the chair anymore You’re just kind of holding on by your elbows? That’s like my life right now It’s a metaphor And I mean don’t worry, I have strong elbows I’ve fallen a lot in my life And I don’t really moisturize there so the skin is pretty dry and has a lot of friction So I don’t think I’m going to fall off any time soon. The thing is though if you’ve ever been that low in a chair Have you? You can’t really just push yourself back up There’s nothing to grab on to Your upper arm is fully extended all the time So if you want out of that situation you have to sit all the way down On the floor and then turn around and get up The thing is, the chair, is a metaphor for my life And I don’t really want to go down any further to get back up I don’t want to see what’s down there I kind of just wish someone would come up behind me You know a bystander, friend, family member, girlfriend, wife Grab me by the arm pits and pull me back onto the chair Then I can stand up on my own from there I want to stand up on my own, I’m a grown man I have the strength to stand I’m just metaphorically hanging on by my elbows To this metaphor chair and I just need a real person To metaphorically pick me up by my arm pits And I’ve let you in now on the metaphor part So it’s probably time I tell you about the literal reason That I’m in this metaphorically precarious situation But before I do one more thing The chair, the metaphor, it’s an office chair on wheels So you know, when I tell you why I’m scooched down so far you can’t cry If you cry the ground will get wet and the chair might slip Or it’s been a bit hot so it might steam and get moisture under my elbow I might slide off so you can’t cry It’s super important you don’t clap too hard either, The vibrations might roll the chair away and I’d fall on the ground I’m only hanging on by my elbows So anyway here we go the literal reason I’m serious though you can’t react too much or I might fall So please keep your reactions internal for me Can I count on you? Can I? Are you sure? Okay here goes. The reason I’m hanging on by my elbows on this chair is You know what You’re right, I shouldn’t risk it.

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I was ****** As I slammed the door through the darkness Unbound by the bounties of karma Like the blind man, I couldn't see what was in front of me all along Fate played these tricks on me. The only thing guiding me on this excursion Are the chains bounded to you Captain oh captain The one who walks besides me On this road of darkness Holding a transparent torch It sparks no imagination Yet these chains feel a little lighter I feel as if my shadow’s heart Is picking up the slack Left from these chains I cannot continue longer My feet trips on the blood Scooched between my toes Yet you Captain Marched I look at the reflection on the floor for guidance And I see stars raining out whispers of hope No I cry Captain oh captain lead me away from the darkness I won't back down I will be a blind man.

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Apr 16, 2015

Apr 16, 2015 at 3:46 PM UTC

jason-cirkovic

Captain

I was ****** As I slammed the door through the darkness Unbound by the bounties of karma Like the blind man, I couldn't see what was in front of me all along Fate played these tricks on me. The only thing guiding me on this excursion Are the chains bounded to you Captain oh captain The one who walks besides me On this road of darkness Holding a transparent torch It sparks no imagination Yet these chains feel a little lighter I feel as if my shadow’s heart Is picking up the slack Left from these chains I cannot continue longer My feet trips on the blood Scooched between my toes Yet you Captain Marched I look at the reflection on the floor for guidance And I see stars raining out whispers of hope No I cry Captain oh captain lead me away from the darkness I won't back down I will be a blind man.

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We were sitting on the floor of his laundry room, in tears as I was trying to end it. But all I wanted to do was kiss him. So I scooched closer and I did. He asked me why I did that and the answer was easy. I said, I love you. So we smoked a few bowls and talked for a few hours, and we ended up in his bed. We spent the night kissing, and crying. Making love and making up. It was all just a mis-understanding.

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Mar 21, 2014

Mar 21, 2014 at 1:16 PM UTC

paigexx

Last night

We were sitting on the floor of his laundry room, in tears as I was trying to end it. But all I wanted to do was kiss him. So I scooched closer and I did. He asked me why I did that and the answer was easy. I said, I love you. So we smoked a few bowls and talked for a few hours, and we ended up in his bed. We spent the night kissing, and crying. Making love and making up. It was all just a mis-understanding.

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