alyson-lori-samson - Hello Poetry

You might be Heathcliff To my Elizabeth Because a hero I, need not If you choose to impress through lies and duress you’re surely, not the man I thought I am not a romantic When you stand in the rain You can be pedantic But please don’t refrain From your recitations of poetry If I could rewrite this story I’d try and make you see For Mr. Wickham I can see clearly through Have I told not All of my truths to you If you could forgive me For being quite uncouth I’d leave my homestead And walk days to you I am not a romantic When you stand in the rain You can be pedantic But please don’t refrain From your recitations of poetry If I could rewrite this story I’d try and make you see You might be angry And feeling betrayed, but This is not a war to be fought If you can forgive me I’ll try to make you see That you’re the romantic I want Your good opinions Have surely been lost I made snap judgments Not knowing the cost If you can forgive me Then please tell me so But if you cannot Away I will go

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Mar 1, 2012

Mar 1, 2012 at 1:12 PM UTC

alyson-lori-samson

Romantic

You might be Heathcliff To my Elizabeth Because a hero I, need not If you choose to impress through lies and duress you’re surely, not the man I thought I am not a romantic When you stand in the rain You can be pedantic But please don’t refrain From your recitations of poetry If I could rewrite this story I’d try and make you see For Mr. Wickham I can see clearly through Have I told not All of my truths to you If you could forgive me For being quite uncouth I’d leave my homestead And walk days to you I am not a romantic When you stand in the rain You can be pedantic But please don’t refrain From your recitations of poetry If I could rewrite this story I’d try and make you see You might be angry And feeling betrayed, but This is not a war to be fought If you can forgive me I’ll try to make you see That you’re the romantic I want Your good opinions Have surely been lost I made snap judgments Not knowing the cost If you can forgive me Then please tell me so But if you cannot Away I will go

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Help me, I’m Icarus I’m sinking, into the sea Everyone knows what got me here, My pride got the best of me I’m in your tattoos, your cautionary tales Don’t patronize me like Moby, the **** got swallowed up by a whale Save me from drowning It could be worth your while Even though, as long as I live My legend inevitably dies Help me, I’m Icarus Sinking into the sea My pride may have gotten me here, but I died from your apathy

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May 7, 2011

May 7, 2011 at 4:38 PM UTC

alyson-lori-samson

Icarian Apathy

Help me, I’m Icarus I’m sinking, into the sea Everyone knows what got me here, My pride got the best of me I’m in your tattoos, your cautionary tales Don’t patronize me like Moby, the **** got swallowed up by a whale Save me from drowning It could be worth your while Even though, as long as I live My legend inevitably dies Help me, I’m Icarus Sinking into the sea My pride may have gotten me here, but I died from your apathy

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I’m walking away from everything That’s ****** me off Or made me unhappy *I’m going to let myself lose control talk to strangers, I don’t know move to a foreign land be back by Christmas, but who knows what then* I’m going to leave this place I know pack up my things, let my baggage go become a stranger to myself Maybe return as someone else I’m going to reinvent myself be irresponsible with my wealth find a new song to sing get in a fight, hear myself scream I need to recalibrate my soul I need no one to make me whole I’m going to make more time for me make all my lists of dreams realities I don’t need my head on straight I’m twenty-one not thirty-eight I’m allowed to fall apart be stupid, follow my heart

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Mar 8, 2011

Mar 8, 2011 at 2:17 PM UTC

alyson-lori-samson

Be stupid.

I’m walking away from everything That’s ****** me off Or made me unhappy *I’m going to let myself lose control talk to strangers, I don’t know move to a foreign land be back by Christmas, but who knows what then* I’m going to leave this place I know pack up my things, let my baggage go become a stranger to myself Maybe return as someone else I’m going to reinvent myself be irresponsible with my wealth find a new song to sing get in a fight, hear myself scream I need to recalibrate my soul I need no one to make me whole I’m going to make more time for me make all my lists of dreams realities I don’t need my head on straight I’m twenty-one not thirty-eight I’m allowed to fall apart be stupid, follow my heart

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I never make you smile anymore I don't want to make you sad I don't want to be without you But I'm always making you mad You're right when you say I don't know why I love you Even when you make me cry I don't want to be selfish I don't want to be this person that I am Even when I'm writing for you It's still about me, god **** I want to make you laugh be everything that you want Usually I don't understand you or what I've done wrong You say I don't treat you like a person and I know everything wrong is my fault But sometimes I think you'd be happier without me But I don't want you to be I don't want to be a bad person but when you're upset with me I come undone. I know you wish we never begun, you'd be happy and free. I'd still be lonely and wishing you still wanted me.

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Nov 28, 2010

Nov 28, 2010 at 3:34 PM UTC

alyson-lori-samson

I am selfish.

I never make you smile anymore I don't want to make you sad I don't want to be without you But I'm always making you mad You're right when you say I don't know why I love you Even when you make me cry I don't want to be selfish I don't want to be this person that I am Even when I'm writing for you It's still about me, god **** I want to make you laugh be everything that you want Usually I don't understand you or what I've done wrong You say I don't treat you like a person and I know everything wrong is my fault But sometimes I think you'd be happier without me But I don't want you to be I don't want to be a bad person but when you're upset with me I come undone. I know you wish we never begun, you'd be happy and free. I'd still be lonely and wishing you still wanted me.

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All the changes I've made are not making a change. Taking things out of one box putting them in another throwing away things that used to mean something. Moving furniture. Looking at old pictures, reminiscing. Longing for something, but what I don't know. It's weird to sleep without you tonight. I'll open the window because you like it that way. But when I stretch out my cold feet, to find you, you're not there. But the mess on my floor is looming at me, and it tells you to go away until all is straightened, organized, clean my obsessive tendencies in every aspect of my life. I should be sleeping now, but the untidiness is keeping me awake. And, you're not here to tell me to let it go. Sometimes I need you like that. Obsessive, organized chaos. I clean like I need you, my obsessions. And I'm sorry for that.

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Sep 15, 2010

Sep 15, 2010 at 8:34 PM UTC

alyson-lori-samson

Obsessive Compulsive

All the changes I've made are not making a change. Taking things out of one box putting them in another throwing away things that used to mean something. Moving furniture. Looking at old pictures, reminiscing. Longing for something, but what I don't know. It's weird to sleep without you tonight. I'll open the window because you like it that way. But when I stretch out my cold feet, to find you, you're not there. But the mess on my floor is looming at me, and it tells you to go away until all is straightened, organized, clean my obsessive tendencies in every aspect of my life. I should be sleeping now, but the untidiness is keeping me awake. And, you're not here to tell me to let it go. Sometimes I need you like that. Obsessive, organized chaos. I clean like I need you, my obsessions. And I'm sorry for that.

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You walk back into my life suddenly I'm sixteen again and you're my whole world except you can't be I have a boyfriend you have a girlfriend this can't be the end of our french film where we finally find each other we missed so many moments distance poor timing poor judgment always something in our way Steve sleeping in the room you have a new girlfriend we missed isn't it too late now? three years later. I'm sixteen again and afraid I'll love you again afraid you'll hurt me again when I know you're leaving the province there will be ocean between us this time will I regret you regret doing what I have yet to do or regret doing what I never did you were always my melody and I your muse you left and took my music with you and you just keep playing our song suddenly sixteen again and you're singing just for me Safe and sound in phone lines but here I am now lying in another guys bed thinking of us. We were wrong we were sixteen and stupid we'll never make it to that place and my guitar needs new strings.

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Aug 17, 2010

Aug 17, 2010 at 5:47 AM UTC

alyson-lori-samson

Sixteen again.

You walk back into my life suddenly I'm sixteen again and you're my whole world except you can't be I have a boyfriend you have a girlfriend this can't be the end of our french film where we finally find each other we missed so many moments distance poor timing poor judgment always something in our way Steve sleeping in the room you have a new girlfriend we missed isn't it too late now? three years later. I'm sixteen again and afraid I'll love you again afraid you'll hurt me again when I know you're leaving the province there will be ocean between us this time will I regret you regret doing what I have yet to do or regret doing what I never did you were always my melody and I your muse you left and took my music with you and you just keep playing our song suddenly sixteen again and you're singing just for me Safe and sound in phone lines but here I am now lying in another guys bed thinking of us. We were wrong we were sixteen and stupid we'll never make it to that place and my guitar needs new strings.

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This is what I though was my best writing, now I look back and feel sort of foolish - copied straight out of my blog from 2008. *Wednesday, January 16, 2008 Erased.. [song] Current mood: betrayed Category: Writing and Poetry* Ten years from now Tell me what do you see Is your life, how you want it to be Are you loved, are you okay Do you thoughts, ever cross my way Does my name, come to mind When you hear, that song late at night Are you ever reminded, of my face Or am I a memory, in time erased When you look back, take your time I hope you remember, making me smile And all of the nights we stayed up late Just talking, like we were soul mates After all of these years, did you know Your name was behind, every word I wrote And all of those songs, you used to sing I always wondered, were any about me Does my name, come to mind When you hear, that song late at night Are you ever reminded, of my face Or am I a memory, in time erased And did you know, that it hurt When you didn't, pick me over her Was it all, just a big mistake How'd you feel, when you seen my heart break Does my name, come to mind When you hear, that song late at night Are you ever reminded, of my face Or am I a memory, in time erased I'd like to forget, go back in time Say goodbye, know you'll never be mine End it all, keep from wondering why When I fall, I cant keep it inside *Currently listening: Ocean Avenue By Yellowcard Release date: 22 July, 2003*

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Aug 16, 2010

Aug 16, 2010 at 7:54 AM UTC

alyson-lori-samson

Erased

This is what I though was my best writing, now I look back and feel sort of foolish - copied straight out of my blog from 2008. *Wednesday, January 16, 2008 Erased.. [song] Current mood: betrayed Category: Writing and Poetry* Ten years from now Tell me what do you see Is your life, how you want it to be Are you loved, are you okay Do you thoughts, ever cross my way Does my name, come to mind When you hear, that song late at night Are you ever reminded, of my face Or am I a memory, in time erased When you look back, take your time I hope you remember, making me smile And all of the nights we stayed up late Just talking, like we were soul mates After all of these years, did you know Your name was behind, every word I wrote And all of those songs, you used to sing I always wondered, were any about me Does my name, come to mind When you hear, that song late at night Are you ever reminded, of my face Or am I a memory, in time erased And did you know, that it hurt When you didn't, pick me over her Was it all, just a big mistake How'd you feel, when you seen my heart break Does my name, come to mind When you hear, that song late at night Are you ever reminded, of my face Or am I a memory, in time erased I'd like to forget, go back in time Say goodbye, know you'll never be mine End it all, keep from wondering why When I fall, I cant keep it inside *Currently listening: Ocean Avenue By Yellowcard Release date: 22 July, 2003*

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I hate watching you being eaten up by your past I hate that you remind me it was my fault me first I hate watching your heart being ripped out constantly I hate that I can't help you when all I want to do is save you From yourself from her from me I hate that hurting her takes precedent hurting me I hate that I broke you that I can't pick up the pieces I hate that you resent me you regret me and us I hate looking back in retrospect framing all of my regrets it was so easy

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Aug 13, 2010

Aug 13, 2010 at 5:26 AM UTC

alyson-lori-samson

I hate.

I hate watching you being eaten up by your past I hate that you remind me it was my fault me first I hate watching your heart being ripped out constantly I hate that I can't help you when all I want to do is save you From yourself from her from me I hate that hurting her takes precedent hurting me I hate that I broke you that I can't pick up the pieces I hate that you resent me you regret me and us I hate looking back in retrospect framing all of my regrets it was so easy

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Staring at a pole that reminds me of you. And panic attacks. Her. With your hand on her bare thigh. My heartbeat quickening, eyes burning wet. Escape. Tiny. White. Numb. Calm. You don't see. You don't know. You're killing me. That should be me. Walk away, in silence. Hurting. Alone. It's over. Months ago. Let go.

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Aug 11, 2010

Aug 11, 2010 at 8:47 AM UTC

alyson-lori-samson

Waiting, yesterday.

Staring at a pole that reminds me of you. And panic attacks. Her. With your hand on her bare thigh. My heartbeat quickening, eyes burning wet. Escape. Tiny. White. Numb. Calm. You don't see. You don't know. You're killing me. That should be me. Walk away, in silence. Hurting. Alone. It's over. Months ago. Let go.

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