Tag: sadness
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 . . . more
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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 . . . more
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August 26, 2007 05:57 PM EDT --
How many times
do you go to bed crying,
wishing and dreaming
of nothing but dying?
How many times
are you in your head screaming,
as it happens all over again?
How many times
do you pray to . . . 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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August 01, 2007 11:06 AM EDT --
I forgot how to write in color
so I turned to black and white with
an ink splattered mess on my fingers
from trying to finger paint portraits
on a wrinkled canvas.
I tried to immortalize the sparkle of . . . more
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February 23, 2008 11:17 AM EST --
My dreams were eaten
by the worm at the bottom
of your empty tequila bottle
while my body melted
from the inside out with
the bitter tears I
swallowed down.
The hollowness . . . more
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July 24, 2008 09:40 AM EDT --
He wrote beauty on the pages of her heart,
nestled in the grass under the moonlight.
Promises were extensions of her world,
. . . more
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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 . . . 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."
. . . more
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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 . . . more
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August 10, 2007 05:18 PM EDT --
The darkness of the room echoes in my heart,
and the wind outside replicates my breath.
The silence is the kind that rips a soul apart,
with eyes that glare but leave no remark.
The longer I stay here, . . . more
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July 28, 2007 09:41 AM EDT --
Tell me how you learned to lie.
To me, your deceptions were so real.
Tell me everything, and maybe in time
I'll cause you the pain you made me feel.
As cocky as it sounds, I gave you my all.
What . . . more
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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 12, 2007 03:47 AM EDT --
You tried so hard to stay strong,
but the disease just ate you away.
It recycled through your blood
and left you so drained.
Sometimes I feel so helpless,
like I'll never escape the emptiness . . . 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 27, 2007 09:51 PM EDT --
The roses that you gave me
sit wilted on my shelf.
And every time I see them,
it makes me hate myself.
But then, why do I keep them?
They’re distant thoughts of you.
Though there were mostly bad . . . 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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