Tag: poetrycontest
member name: Samantha H.
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July 29, 2007 01:48 PM EDT --
We've come to the end
of a beautiful relationship;
right now, I just want you to know
the fact that it is ending
takes nothing away from its beauty
and its very special meaning to me.
I've loved . . . more
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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 . . . more
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July 19, 2007 04:01 PM EDT --
This black rose lays internally bleeding,
it weeps in pain—so alone it cries.
At night its broken soul escapes
and into the dark it fades,
returning at sunrise,
still being as lost.
Torn in half . . . more
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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 . . . more
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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 19, 2007 08:53 PM EDT --
Thickets and thorns have
grown between us
where once we danced
barefoot in the night.
It's hard on me.
It's hard on you
and dusk is drawing near.
Even now,
I hear the music calling,
our dance of . . . 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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July 24, 2007 05:12 PM EDT --
Genetics dealt the cards;
we know the house always wins.
Guess it could have been worse—
I could have had double chins.
I blame it on my mom;
my grandma played a part, too.
It’s their fault . . . more
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July 24, 2007 10:32 PM EDT --
Lately, it seems as if the airport is
where most of our time is spent.
I sit and watch people rushing,
wondering where they went.
Then I see you in your ACUs with
a rucksack on your shoulder,
and I make . . . 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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July 27, 2007 12:35 AM EDT --
All I desire is a simple release,
a haven of heroes, a palace of peace.
Yet everyday I’m left drained and weak;
no tears left to cry, no words left to speak.
Is there no sanctuary? No salvation . . . more
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July 23, 2007 01:19 AM EDT --
Lately, I’ve gotten into
the annoying habit
of writing your name
across my cigarettes
in black marker.
I always go cross-eyed
when the cherry starts licking at the
B
like a familiar lover. . . . more
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July 24, 2007 02:12 PM EDT --
I love how the thunder cracks
and rips apart my eardrums
as I stand out in the rain,
trying to be hit by a lightning bolt
to see if it warms my heart.
My heart is numb from freezing
and the rain that . . . more
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July 27, 2007 10:53 AM EDT --
It's funny
how easy it is for me to follow the blind,
for those who have seen the light linger
on the borders of shadows and darkness, unsteady.
And those who see the world through hollow . . . more
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July 19, 2007 04:35 PM EDT --
He put a fire in your eyes,
and through that light I saw
that everything would change
for the better,
I suppose.
You finally heard your heart beat
in another's chest,
so who knows
why I'm only . . . more
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July 22, 2007 01:04 AM EDT --
Silent
by a frosty window,
regretting
everything she didn’t say.
With thoughts
that slowly consume her mind,
lonely thoughts.
Lady of loneliness.
With tears
rolling down her cheeks
she can see
her . . . more
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July 18, 2007 01:13 AM EDT --
Color my hair and paint my nails,
slap some makeup on my face.
You try to make me a lady,
I’m telling you it’s a waste.
I’ve never been prim and proper,
wearing dresses and the like. . . . more
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