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samantha-dawn-stone
samantha-dawn-stone
I enjoy writing and reading. Poetry hasn't really been a hobby of mine much. It's more like an escape path that's easy to vent on. Every now and again, I will write poems. However, I'd rather just read them.
The train rumbles beneath me As it speeds me through foreign lands, All blue skies, clean fields, and perfect scenery. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen, But my eyes are drawn in by something else-- The reflection in my window. I try to look passed it, To ignore it and forget it’s there. But the pale eyes in the reflection steal away my attention. I see the hollowness of my cheeks, The paleness of my aged and wrinkled skin, And the unhappiness settled into my ever-dulling eyes. After only a few seconds, I can see the cracks in my life Showing themselves through my appearance. And I can’t help but wonder, As I look at everyone on this train ride, If they can see it breaking through, too...
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Jul 17, 2016
Jul 17, 2016 at 3:38 PM UTC
Train Ride
The not-so-little-girl Sits in the corner Of her princess themed room, Curled into a ball As her swollen eyes Take in the mess of her room And the mess of her life. Her eyes, Too exhausted of tears, Peer at how it all changed When so little Has seemed to change. Her parent’s mouths Used to be for fairy-tales and lullabies, For goodnight kisses and happy smiles. Now, They’re used for harsh words, For lies and abuse. Her mind Used to be for daydreams And playing hide-&-seek with imaginary friends. Now, It’s used for cynicism and overthinking, For self-hatred and self-harming thoughts. As the aging girl sits in her room, Curled into that tight ball Of fear, sorrow, tears, and self-inflicted pain, She thinks of how it all changed. She thinks of how she wants her old life back, How she wants to love her room again, How she wants to love her life again. But her not-so-innocent-mind Refuses to let her believe in silly dreams. So instead, she gathers up her heavy soul From the corner of that room And releases it from the pain-filled world.
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Jul 17, 2016
Jul 17, 2016 at 3:38 PM UTC
How it all Changed
I should have known. I should have known That your “I’m alright” Spoken from your hospital bed Wasn’t the truth. I should have known That your weakness While hugging me and talking Wasn’t from being tired. I should have known That my Pastor’s words, “Becky isn’t doing well,” Were the easiest way of putting it. I should have known, I should have felt it, Felt it breaking my heart and soul In the most painful way. But I was naive, I let myself play blind, I should have known, Yet I still hold the regret heavy on my mind.
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Jul 17, 2016
Jul 17, 2016 at 3:34 PM UTC
Should Have Known
It’s easy to forget When the rush hits you And spreads throughout you. It’s easy to forget When it never really mattered, When it was all just a game to begin with. It’s easy to forget When you’re running away And never truly face your problems. It’s easy to forget Until you come off the high, Realize your faults, And fail to run away. You may think you can Get high Act like you don’t care Or run away But one day, All those “easy to forgets” Become regrets. All those temporary fixes Become permanent scars in your past.
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Jul 17, 2016
Jul 17, 2016 at 3:18 PM UTC
Easy to Forget
Submerged in freezing waves Of foam and bubble. The iciness brushes over my skin, Raising goosebumps. Being underwater Is like being in a new world. The feel of bubbles teasing my skin And the weightlessness of my body. The beautiful array of my hair Fanning out in every direction. It would be so alluring If the water weren’t pouring into my lungs.
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Jul 17, 2016
Jul 17, 2016 at 3:18 PM UTC
Underwater
I am the phantom That walks through the halls Of your sad, empty mind. I am the spirit That reminds you, endlessly, Of the reality you left behind. I am the ghost That keeps you awake and afraid Of facing another pitiful day.
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Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 1:33 PM UTC
Ghost
No matter how much I deny, I am still madly in love With the one who tore me up, Yet fixed me at the same time.
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Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 1:30 PM UTC
Tore
It's all in your head Those whispers of revenge That soothe your racing heart Making it hard to swallow You’re safe and sound While you watch your friends Hit the ground You let them down again Raise up To your call of praise To hand out those weapons Which make them feel brave Forget who you really are Wear the mask of your disguise Turn your head before you shoot the gun And never look them in the eyes You played the game once again But the game is now your goal You can take lives, but the victims instead Take a bigger part of your soul Your eyes of stone look soft to me I can read what’s on your mind It seems you’ve decided once again To **** one of your own kind It's all in your head Those voices who **** Who draw out your weapon And give you their will They’re safe and sound Resting face first on the ground Who dug this early grave for them? Stand tall Hold your head up high Hold that gun in your hand Bear no life in your eyes Forget who you really are It's all in your head
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Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 9:09 AM UTC
it's all in your head
The flowers' petals, That shimmer in the sunlight, Are plucked carefully By children of all ages In order to find true love.
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Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 9:05 AM UTC
The Game of True Love
The blossoming trees Stretch towards the sun lit sky, Aiming ever so high.
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Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 9:02 AM UTC
Blossomers