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Wallflower

Wallflower, wallflower
Wont you dance with me?
Im sad and lonely too.
Wallflower, wallflower
Wont you dance with me?
Im fallin in love with you.
Just like you Im wondrin what Im doin here.
Just like you Im wondrin whats goin on.
Wallflower, wallflower
Wont you dance with me?
The night will soon be gone.
I have seen you standing in the smoky haze
And I know that youre gonna be mine one of these days,
Mine alone.
Wallflower, wallflower
Take a chance on me.
Please let me ride you home.

song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Wallflower

I remember when I was young,
the wallflower I used to be.
I would sit and watch
others gaze into each other’s eyes,
seeing the passion burning there.
All the time I was thinking,
will this ever happen to me?

Many times, I tried to excerpt myself,
and for my effort
received questioning stares.
Who is this weirdo?
Where did he come from?
It was a frustrating time, for this wallflower,
who on the shelf would remain.

I had no chat up lines,
only a pen and pad,
everyone who looked at me,
must have thought that I was mad.
I’d go to a party on the odd occasion I was invited,
sit in the corner on my own.
No one would talk to the odd man out.

Therefore, I would leave,
just the way I had come,
no one on my arm,
for that lonely trek home.
All the time I wondered,
is this the way my life is going to be.
A wallflower on a lonely shelf.

Shyness is an awful thing,
and it is very lonely.
For friends seem so very few.
I found out much later.
That I just had to let myself go.
Much to my surprise in doing it.
I was no longer a wallflower on a lonely shelf.

poem by David Harris
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Wallflower

A cigarette in the room
a veil of smoke
dislimning a short smile
for the red stars
and blue bulbs

The wallpaper caught
the shadows suspended
in the lattices of time
and made a room
for everyone

Before the wallflower
bloomed and divulged
its redolent presence
there was an oscillating hand
who grazed its petals
and bled on its thorns

But when it had gone
to dissolve with myriad shapes
and shadows of the past
the flower withered
like a bottomless hourglass

The fragrance won't come off
even in evisceration,
even in abolition,
writhing brown and crisp
like a heart disembogued
vying for its old blood

But no one pried
underneath a wallflower
so he waited for the old hands
who held him once

poem by Norman Santos
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Kiss The Girl

there she is
sitting in the corner
like a wallflower

go little boy
kiss the girl
who knows
you may turn
into a prince?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Buried epitaphs
For a wilted wallflower
Tirade of morose

haiku by Norman Santos
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The Perks of Being a Wallflower [A Toast to Charlie]

Emma Watson, Logan Lerman, Ezra Miller

by Stephen Chbosky from The Perks of Being a Wallflower (2012)
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Shadow of a WallFlower's Plea

Mind and heart
Working together
To cause this headache
Created from a weary mind
Being overburdened
Filled with
More than the mind can take
More than the heart can feel.

Mind and heart
Working together
For the greater good
The good of the greater?

You all look at me
And see just a girl
Just another one
With so many connections
(Not to the right things)
To the obscure
Mindless path.
Just a shadow of
What I used to be
Wallflower
Invisible.

Just a shadow
To you
But to me
The real thing.
I still think
And feel
The same way
As the wallflowers do.
Just now
Set in a different place

New connections you see
Old connections you don't
What I want
Is being blurred.
New connections you see
Old connections you don't
What do I need?
This headache
Burdening my heart.
Heartache
Headache
Heartache? Yes?
What do you know.
What I don't know.

Just please
Attempt to understand
My head hurts
More than my heart can take.
My heart hurts
More than my mind can know.
Attempt to understand
This broken plea
From the shadow
Of the wallflower
I used to be.

poem by Thamer Mager
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Not A Dancer

I never learned the steps
to this particular dance
I am a wallflower-
watching.
Curious how
the couples waltz
some effortlessly gliding,
graceful in the other's arms
missing a beat now and then,
but still
beautiful.
Others
are desperate in their movements,
stepping on toes
fumbling around
wearing painted smiles
as beads of sweat gather.
Such hard work
this dance can be
On the rare occasion
I am asked to dance,
it's always the same.
For a fleeting moment,
I feel as though
my heart will grow wings
and soar.
But soon, I stumble
fall
and crawl off of the dance floor shamefully,
licking my wounds.
Back to cowering in my corner
watching.
All the while wondering
if maybe I was never meant
to dance at all.

poem by Joan Hart
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Wall Engulfed By Shy Flowers

There is a rendezvous with flamboyance -
a stillness gilded by the peace of detachment
as tacit as the uncurling of moonflowers
when the night sprawls on her divan
and raises her goblet to the distant stars -
and he alone, in his howling dungeons, can
usurp the esoteric grandiosity in malcontent

Everything is intimate and close
in the sterile skin of your vulnerability -
the drifting autumn wind, the lifted eyelids,
the dancing lips, the glaring waltzing feet
But in your soliloquy - unraveling threads
that strangulates your recuperating breaths,
your swallowed words raving in the dark
fanning the embers of your glassy heart
the spurious tides of the oceans crash
into a lull amidst your redundant tremors
and everything sink into the unfathomable

There is an agog pleasure basking in
the immensity of monastic pendulums, whilst
the world gyrated in blurs and drifting lights
where the perfume of bliss passes above
the stagnant wind sculling our little breaths
the montage reels in the infinitesimal gilts
elsewhere held from the malingerers

There is an effulgent hymn immersed deep
in the cacophony of the world's manifold rhythms
like cathedral bells trembling from the hollows
that echoed through the gold insularity,
like a siren scintillating in the furnace of the sea
a charade, a riddle, born by loquacious maladies

When the pastels are pillaged to a halt,
when the only judge is the frost and fog,
when solace is the thief of the endless night,
he indulges into a dance and a song -
A fire burns underneath his sole and
a lilt titillates from his lifted susurrations
and reticence was eroding with the embers
whilst loneliness burns like red roses
and the web of bridges suspended above

The clockwork salutes fell unbeknownst
into a bottomless ocean of rigmaroles unto
the fusillade of your silence - a salient armada,
a sentry amidst the collapsing of confusion,
a terse bridge that burns with inner caliginosity,
a bulwark adamant wall that makes no echoes,
a flower awakening in the oppression of sleep;
Because your bland insinuation is more colossal
than the petulant beauty of many garden larcenies

The reticence you wore like paper petals are frail
vanguards that hones your puissant indifference -
Play along the farce, come soundless like a thief,
lean on your citadels, dance with the shadows
riveted on your walls and cringe only to intensify
the grandiosity of your gray shabby heavens;
Wallflower, sing. Wallflower, dance,
Wallflower, cringe. Wallflower writhe.

poem by Norman Santos
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True Or False

either you become true
or you become false

if you are true
there is only pain

truth does not offer you
happiness

if you keep on hoping
no one comes

if you become false
a platter of joys is served

that is how they work here
falsity has rewards

truth's place is elsewhere
it can be eternal

but when is such a question
that demands a quick answer

truth does not guarantee
temporary solutions to your grief

falsities are here
and if you do not dance

you will be a wallflower
& i know you will not like it.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Perks of Being a Wallflower

Logan Lerman, Emma Watson, Ezra Miller, Nina Dobrev, Mae Whitman, Paul Rudd, Melanie Lynskey, Johnny Simmons, Kate Walsh, Dylan McDermott, Julia Garner

by Stephen Chbosky from The Perks of Being a Wallflower (2012)
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Someone Like Me

We dont need to make excuses
Together we are free
To throw away the rule book
And start with ABC
We can go to all the places
We always wanted to be
It takes a bad girl like you
To love someone like me
If you're looking for a daddy
You won't get that from me
There are things I want to do to you
That he should never see
You will never scare me baby
You can try anything with me
It takes a bad girl like you
To love someone like me
Don't need no little woman
A wallflower's not for me
The only way I want you girl
Is independently
Wont't lock you up in prison
And throw away the key
It takes a bad girl like you
To love someone like me
Not looking for redemption
It's much too late for me
The two of us together girl
Can set each other free
Children need a mother
Buts it's not the same for me
It takes a bad girl like you
To love someone like me

song performed by by Ub40
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Sadie Hawkins Dance

What a night it could be
You and me
A Sadie Hawkins Dance and beautiful scenery

Candles lit tonight
Sensuality and sentimentality all around
Fast song or slow ballad
Let's make this night wonderful tonight

We might rest and drink strawberry shakes
Or let our feet have a rest
But let's have faith we'll have more memories to make

This probably feels like a dream come true or a fairy tale
All complete with a nightingale
I'm happy you haven't become a wallflower
Especially around me
Let's breathe in the night
Let's gaze at the scenery
Let's have a few laughs and smiles
Because with you, you make tonight worthwhile
And I have no regrets
And in the end
This was all worth it

poem by Justin Gildow
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Blues Power

(by eric clapton and leon russell)
Bet you didnt think I knew how to rock n roll.
Oh, I got the boogie-woogie right down in my very soul.
There aint no need for me to be a wallflower,
cause now Im living on blues power.
I knew all the time but now Im gonna let you know:
Im gonna keep on rocking, no matter if its fast or slow.
Aint gonna stop until the twenty-fifth hour,
cause now Im living on blues power.
First verse
Talking to you, now.
The boogies gonna pull me through.
Keep on, keep on, keep on keeping on.
Keep on keeping on, keep on keeping on.

song performed by by Eric Clapton
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Punch And Judy

a wallflower punch talks to judy
in a crowded corner where anybody can listen in
but they don't read page to page or speak easy
now they're gonna go say the words
in the wrong order again
they walk in a circle
through all the sidewalk scenes they used to be apart of one time
now everybody just stares and whispers
driving around up and down division street
i used to like it here
it just bums me out to remember
can't you ever treat anyone nice?
i think i'm gonna make the same mistake twice
they draw the curtain
wait for a call
pretty lucky if they get any kind of response at all
can't you ever treat anyone nice?
i think i'm gonna make the same mistake twice
i'm gonna make the same mistake twice

song performed by by Elliott Smith
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Punch & Judy

A wallflower punch talks to judy
In a crowded corner where anybody can listen in
But they dont read page to page or speak easy
Now theyre gonna go say the words
In the wrong order again
They walk in a circle
Through all the sidewalk scenes they used to be apart of one time
Now everybody just stares and whispers
Driving around up and down division street
I used to like it here
It just bums me out to remember
Cant you ever treat anyone nice?
I think Im gonna make the same mistake twice
They draw the curtain
Wait for a call
Pretty lucky if they get any kind of response at all
Cant you ever treat anyone nice?
I think Im gonna make the same mistake twice
Im gonna make the same mistake twice

song performed by by Elliott Smith
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Bitter Suite

(fish / marillion)
A) brief encounter
A spider wanders aimlessly within the warmth of a shadow
Not the regal creature of border caves
But the poor, misguided, directionless familiar of some obscure scottish poet
The mist crawls from the canal
Like some primordial phantom of romance
To curl, under a cascade of neon pollen
While I sit tied to the phone like an expectant father
Your carnation will rot in a vase
B) lost weekend
A train sleeps in a siding
The driver guzzles another can of lager, lager
To wash away the memories of a friday night down at the club
She was a wallflower at sixteen, shell be a wallflower at thirty four
Her mother called her beautiful
Her daddy said, a whore
C) blue angel
The sky was Bible black in lyon, when I met the magdalene
She was paralyzed in a streetlight
She refused to give her name
And a ring of violet bruises
They were pinned upon her arm
Two hundred francs for sanctuary and she led me by the hand
To a room of dancing shadows where all the heartache disappears
And from glowing tongues of candles I heard her whisper in my ear
jentend ton coeur, jentend ton coeur
I can hear your heart, I can hear your heart, I can hear your heart
Hear your heart
I hear your heart
D) misplaced rendezvous
Its getting late, for scribbling and scratching on the paper
Somethings gonna give under this pressure, and the cracks are already beginning to show
Its too late
The weekend career girl never boarded the plane
They said this could never happen again
Oh, so wrong, so wrong
This time it seems to be another misplaced rendezvous
This time, its looking like another misplaced rendezvous
With you
The parallel of you, you
E) windswept thumb
On the outskirts of nowhere
On the ringroad to somewhere
On the verge of indecision
Ill always take the roundabout way
Waiting on the rain
For I was born with a habit, from a sign
The habit of a windswept thumb, and the sign of the rain
Rain on me, rain
Its started raining

song performed by by Marillion
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We Wont Dance

We wont dance no more
We wont shine out on the floor
We wont sway the band wont play
We wont dance
I kid you not we were hot
When the weekend came wed dance non-stop
No jitterbug no substitute
No twist and turn no crasha nd burn
Could top us two
We wont dance no more
We wont shine out on the floor
We wont sway the band wont play
We wont dance
As I dipped you down in your yellow dress
Wed brush the floor in a slow caress
As minutes turned to a rising sun
Wed leave the day to rest
Our dancing done
We wont dance no more
We wont shine out on the floor
We wont sway the band wont play
We wont dance
If I were God and controlled what is
Id steal your shoes so you couldnt dance with his
Well Im not all that I could be
But youll never dance with him
The way you danced with me
We wont dance no more
We wont dance no more
Well Im not all that I could be
But youll never dance with him
The way you danced with me
We wont dance no more
We wont shine out on the floor
We wont sway the band wont play
We wont dance
We wont dance no more
We wont shine out on the floor
We wont sway the band wont play
We wont dance

song performed by by Vince Gill
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Smouldering, Mysterious Type

Told my friend an anecdote* that made
us roll over in laughter, the troll rumbled
at the young man - It’s not right when a
lad is alone in a lady’s ‘boodwa’ - the lad
replied - It’s quite all right, I’m not alone,
she’s here with me’ -

My friend remarked she would not have
liked to have a chaperone all the time – I
thought about this – You and I would not
have noticed a chaperone; she would have
taken us into adventure and danger out of
pity for our boring lives

Since we are both the eternal wallflower
kind - we laughed even harder - what we
would give to become the smouldering,
mysterious type instead of being our-
selves, always worried about things
- to the point of suffocating -

My friend cannot forgive herself for saying
‘Heil Hitler’ to a Jewish lady teaching Spanish
dance when *she seemed to salute her; I still
feel a pain in my heart when I remember my
small daughter cried when I broke her magic
wand by accident

anecdote* = from “Moving Pictures, Terry Pratchett
‘Boodwa’ – boudoir
*she seemed to salute her = The lady made
Spanish dance movements that translated to
a Heil Hitler salute in Alet’s mind, all confused

poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Radio Sweetheart

My head is spinning and my legs are weak
Goose step dancing, cant hear myself speak
Hope in the eyes of the ugly girls
That settle for the lies of the last chancers
When slow motion drunks pick wallflower dancers
You come here looking for the ride to glory
Go back home with a hard luck story
I can hardly wait around until the weekend comes to town
Play one more for my radio sweetheart
Hide your love, hide your love
Though we are so far apart
Youve got to hide your love
cause thats the way the whole thing started
I wish we had never parted
When its late and the night gets colder
Dont lay your head on any other shoulder
Some hire themselves out for a good time
But you and i, we have been sold
So I keep on saying...
Play one more for my radio sweetheart
Hide your love, hide your love
Though we are so far apart
Youve got to hide your love
cause thats the way the whole thing started
I wish we had never parted
Play one more for my radio sweetheart

song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Labyrinths

From the ramparts of a castle
a wallflower jumps.
A lynch mob discovers a prehistoric sex.
Silent roots crossing the deniability
endorse a fluid dynamics
of a scandal.

The fascination of a fairy tale makes
a lover seek the revenge.
He hates, he strikes, but fails to impress
the horizon beyond the galaxies.
Black laughters of fake seers
make an entry to plunder the stars.

A tremor in the voice betrays
the ambushed faith.
Now where to go, find the peace of death?
Time’s white hands are snarled in pain;
cannot write the elegant script
of surrender.

poem by Satish Verma
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