Tag: myself
member name: Samantha H.
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October 05, 2007 10:45 AM EDT --
I sat in the dark
eating stale cereal
from a Tupperware container
with a fork
because every other dish
in the house was dirty.
And I don't even like cereal.
Fathom . . . more
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July 05, 2007 12:35 PM EDT --
Okay. I was tagged, so I have to write five positive things about myself. Then I get to tag five other people to do the same. So here goes...
1. I love doing volunteer work--my favorite being . . . more
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August 27, 2007 10:19 PM EDT --
For some reason,
meanings to things
I once knew
have become forgotten.
I am blank and alone,
standing naked
in front of a mirror,
reflecting ignorance.
The only thing
I recognize
with certainty
are my . . . more
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January 13, 2008 09:34 PM EST --
My doorsteps are an
entrance and exit
to two completely
different worlds.
The cement slabs
are the gateway
separating one
from the other.
I have never sat
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July 14, 2007 11:43 AM EDT --
Only this time it's different. Before, it had to be five positive things. This time, it doesn't matter if they are positive or negative, but one of the five things listed is NOT true. You get to . . . more
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December 30, 2007 01:56 PM EST --
What if I were to say:
I'll never be complete without you;
would you contest or
believe my words to be true?
What if I were to say:
I couldn't survive if we were not together;
would you . . . more
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August 16, 2007 05:16 PM EDT --
If I wanted to be vulnerable,
I'd expose myself to you.
But that's not a door that I'm comfortable
just letting you walk through.
Truth is, I'm just a little girl
with way too much . . . more
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August 13, 2007 06:43 PM EDT --
Perhaps it is the unknown,
perhaps it is the unidentified.
Whatever it may be,
It remains to be seen;
it has no path...
nothing to call its history,
nothing to trace its existence to.
But . . . more
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February 29, 2008 09:00 PM EST --
I gag seeing another bimbo in a leotard
sporting a figure that screams,
"I've only eaten twice since birth!"
But just as she brightly claims
that there is no gain without the . . . more
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June 30, 2007 08:21 AM EDT --
It's an ugly landscape-
gazing out across acres of mildewed romances
and the dried-out craters
of all the stars that fell out of the sky
whenever lovers uttered sobbings of farewells.
I . . . more
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July 02, 2007 05:34 PM EDT --
I wrote poems across the silver of your headstone,
knowing your bones were beneath my knees.
I was trying to concentrate on happy memories,
but all I could see was the "R.I.P."
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July 22, 2007 08:24 PM EDT --
Every corner I turn,
every dirt path I trod along,
leads me straight back
to the manhole I've climbed out of
too many times before.
I find myself endlessly searching
for a night without . . . more
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July 16, 2007 04:14 PM EDT --
Life's fingerprints have smudged my soul,
like mine smudge my stainless steel refrigerator.
The exterior requires a lot of upkeep--
constant cleaning to make it shine.
The human body . . . more
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July 20, 2007 01:13 PM EDT --
Once again,
I am here,
in the company of
nicotine, cheap wine,
and memories that seem
to do nothing but
remind me that I am alone.
And all that I can think
on nights like these
is that I want
"Hey . . . more
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August 20, 2007 12:41 AM EDT --
I love you...
with each syllable slipping
past my sore vocal chords, entwining with
every beat of my tortured heart,
screaming your name
across the silent void of loneliness.
And I just want you to . . . more
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August 20, 2007 08:52 PM EDT --
Put on makeup,
shave my legs,
curl my bangs...
every once in awhile
I want to remind myself:
I am a woman.
I do this for a few days
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September 01, 2007 08:07 PM EDT --
Serums of memories
spilled onto karma's carpet;
11:11s wasted in hopes of
make ups and make outs,
or fairytale wishes
from the grave.
Heads or tails for reconciliation,
of pasts smeared in chemicals. . . . more
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September 09, 2007 09:05 PM EDT --
Shaking knees reflect the tear in my heart.
All about me appears in excellence,
yet, deep within the hidden room,
a crying can be heard if one listens.
Reflections of the past appear shadowed
while visions . . . more
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July 20, 2007 09:37 PM EDT --
The mirror feels cold beneath my fingertips
while I watch the girl looking at me with eyes
that ask too many questions to answer.
I look back at her as my sanity slips
and I hear the voice that asks the . . . more
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December 04, 2007 06:22 PM EST --
It came in autumn, like the colors
that littered the grounds and the soft
breeze that gripped the willow limbs--
this quiet...an unsettling kind of
peace similar to the ones found in
horror movies . . . more
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