Tag: self expression
member name: Samantha H.
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July 13, 2007 01:24 AM EDT --
You say my eyes are pools that you can get lost in,
deep as an ocean with windows directly to my soul.
You could stare into them forever, or so you claim,
with your clichéd advances that seem to . . . 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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June 23, 2007 12:28 PM EDT --
Sharp as knives,
sanguine tears
F
A
L
L
from hidden caves
of my soul,
clattering in
a dark shallow grave
where childish dreams have
become fine particles
of pretty fairy dust shifting
aimlessly . . . 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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June 27, 2007 12:07 AM EDT --
I want to see you
dancing under the stars;
twirling in rhythm
with the universe’s
throbbing heartbeat
as you blatantly
announce your presence
with passionate vibes
that wash over me
in silent sighs . . . more
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June 28, 2007 03:35 PM EDT --
I painted you a picture of beauty—
one that was embedded in the sky.
I whispered you an elogy,
leaving it on the smooth ridges of your lips.
I pressed my hands on yours,
but you pushed me away. . . . 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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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 . . . 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 08, 2007 10:08 AM EDT --
Alone she sat in her room;
bed made up, everything neat.
Gently, she rubbed her frail little hands.
"Sit down," she said as she patted the seat.
"See these hands so scarred and worn?
They've . . . more
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August 09, 2007 04:37 PM EDT --
There is a lasting darkness
that creeps in from the night;
I sense it all around me,
I feel it hold me tight.
Try to turn away from it
and crawl back into bed,
that’s when I understand it— . . . 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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August 24, 2007 12:46 AM EDT --
I can't tell you what you won't hear,
or sing you a song if you won't listen.
I can't make you believe it just might be
a mistake.
Innocence flies away so fast,
slipping through 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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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 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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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 . . . 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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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 . . . 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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