Tag: poems
member name: Samantha H.
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May 18, 2008 08:06 PM EDT --
The
colors
together
tend to mingle
and turn an ugly
shade of burnt sienna.
Individually they were
beautiful shades that existed . . .
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July 23, 2007 11:35 PM EDT --
Wrapped in your oversized hoody
with my head on your chest,
I felt the planets align and the stars
shone brighter than they had in years
and I signed in utter contentment.
But dread draped . . .
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July 17, 2008 10:25 PM EDT --
dead center summer,
she walked through fields
with eyes cast down
trying not to step
on last minute crickets
or fluttery moths.
it was mid-July,
with dry heat sun-baking
mud on . . .
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July 31, 2007 01:49 PM EDT --
Skeletons and lost love,
it's all just a part of the day.
The tears won't dry up,
they never choose to fade.
I freeze in front of the mirror.
My face looks older day by day.
My reflection . . .
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October 18, 2007 02:19 PM EDT --
He likes to read me
run his fingers
across the lines
of my remains...feminine
curve of delicate
thought
he likes to think
he's trapped breath
in stalled stanzas—
unfinished as dreams— . . .
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December 15, 2007 06:47 PM EST --
On his left shoulder sat Patience.
He was a dowdy sort
of fellow who often
went ignored.
But Patience married
Persistance at a very
young age, and thus
was not left alone
for very long . . .
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August 25, 2007 03:45 PM EDT --
Walk with me on the path of life,
exploring every bend of the road.
Enjoy with me the beauty of life
along its wonderful course.
Find comfort in my open arms
when grief crosses our path,
as I will find . . .
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July 26, 2007 01:20 AM EDT --
There was something I awakened
that should have been left to sleep.
It was your hand wielding
the knife in my heart so deep.
Strip away your fixed composure
and leave only your pallid face.
Your hands . . .
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June 30, 2007 11:40 AM EDT --
Bring me down from the shelf.
Place me next to your heart,
in your shirt pocket
for safekeeping.
Take me out when you need me-
time for a break.
Relieve some stress...
draw me to your . . .
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June 30, 2007 11:59 PM EDT --
I have inherited my father's temper
and my mother's bitter avoidance
of confrontation.
So often I bury these words deep inside of me,
like an unopened capsule washed away
by the . . .
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July 03, 2007 04:24 PM EDT --
Broken words seem to fill in places
like the unexpressed meanings
on the tip of my sinful tongue.
Chapstick smears on the mirror
like the torn rose petals on the ground,
telling the tale . . .
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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 . . .
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July 23, 2007 04:52 PM EDT --
What if poetry created life?
You go to the store and buy
a book with colorful cover and
the poet’s name fits into your
manicured bookshelf. No one
reads it until the day you move
and remove the . . .
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July 07, 2007 05:12 PM EDT --
I cannot blame you for me-
I am the culmination of my deeds,
both good and evil.
However tempting it may be to claim this fault not as my own,
I know that my choices mold me to the person I . . .
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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 . . .
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August 16, 2007 09:03 PM EDT --
I want to lie in a bed of roses,
and feel the silkiness against my skin.
The fragrance—
how it comforts me,
though feeling so alone
once again.
There was a time
when skies weren't cloudy
and . . .
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July 14, 2007 08:56 AM EDT --
“An apple for the teacher,”
you smile and sweetly say.
I’m downright suspicious—
it’ll be a long day.
You never do your work,
you always act up in class.
I’ve caught . . .
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July 01, 2007 12:58 PM EDT --
My God, it's beautiful
the way the midnight drips away
to dawn;
still lights on the highway
as we drive away from normality
and into the chaos of an empty whiskey bottle.
And even though my lungs . . .
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July 17, 2007 12:51 PM EDT --
Eyes are the windows
to a person's very soul.
This realization hits me
as I receive a sidelong
glance from across
the crowded room.
In that single moment,
nothing else matters-
not our past, not our . . .
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July 12, 2007 12:03 AM EDT --
The scars from the cigarette burns you
left on me are slowly starting to shrink.
You knew that seeing them would remind
me of the pills you slipped in my drink.
The roofies poisoned my body, but
they . . .
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