samantha-van-sickle - Hello Poetry

Here to bask in the warmthless sun, I shiver, I look to the sky, I think, Only one I’ve ever truly loved. I was used, The more it hurt, The more I needed, However, you didn’t need me, I moved on. Now you’re back? I thought these words would never escape, But they are leaving my mouth, Hopefully entering your ears, Not as a silent scream, But as a whisper-- A whisper can be heard. Leave me alone.

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Oct 23, 2011

Oct 23, 2011 at 12:52 PM UTC

samantha-van-sickle

A Whisper To Be Heard

Here to bask in the warmthless sun, I shiver, I look to the sky, I think, Only one I’ve ever truly loved. I was used, The more it hurt, The more I needed, However, you didn’t need me, I moved on. Now you’re back? I thought these words would never escape, But they are leaving my mouth, Hopefully entering your ears, Not as a silent scream, But as a whisper-- A whisper can be heard. Leave me alone.

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I love how you never cared about me I love how you completely moved on without me I love how you got my hopes up about us I love how you created new memories without us I hate how you always talked about me I hate how you always did things without me I hate how I believed in everything about us and how you are perfectly fine without us.

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Oct 23, 2011

Oct 23, 2011 at 12:46 PM UTC

samantha-van-sickle

Without Us

I love how you never cared about me I love how you completely moved on without me I love how you got my hopes up about us I love how you created new memories without us I hate how you always talked about me I hate how you always did things without me I hate how I believed in everything about us and how you are perfectly fine without us.

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A feather lay on the sill of an open window A slight breeze escapes into the room The feather sways to the rhythm of its commander Waiting to land. But that feather never does And the wind continues to gush by The feather flows in the air Waiting to land. So close to the ground So close to the infinite possibilities, But that feather is grabbed mid-air Never getting the chance. The ground stays empty, The hand of the receiver stays full, And that feather stays waiting, Waiting for its chance on the ground. But the ground has no promises There will never be a complete reassurance there So for now the feather lays safe in the hands of another Until the feather is willing to fall And the ground lay empty, Waiting for that feather to land.

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Mar 23, 2011

Mar 23, 2011 at 6:07 PM UTC

samantha-van-sickle

Just a Feather.

A feather lay on the sill of an open window A slight breeze escapes into the room The feather sways to the rhythm of its commander Waiting to land. But that feather never does And the wind continues to gush by The feather flows in the air Waiting to land. So close to the ground So close to the infinite possibilities, But that feather is grabbed mid-air Never getting the chance. The ground stays empty, The hand of the receiver stays full, And that feather stays waiting, Waiting for its chance on the ground. But the ground has no promises There will never be a complete reassurance there So for now the feather lays safe in the hands of another Until the feather is willing to fall And the ground lay empty, Waiting for that feather to land.

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I’m from the seasons that never end They repeat themselves, Repeat their memories. I’m from Fall, The way the leaves crunch beneath my feet, The brisk, cool air that brushes past my face, The giggles of children on Halloween night, The Jack-O-Lanterns flickering in the wind. I’m from Winter, The sips of hot chocolate beside the fire, The warm, cozy socks I place on my feet, The frost that covers the solid ground, The snow I never stopped wishing for. I’m from Spring, The inevitable fear of bees I have, The sight of blossoming flowers, The views of life awakening once again, The beautiful, vibrant colors. I’m from Summer, The freedom from all responsibility, The warm sun against my skin, The swinging on a swing set, embracing the heat, The splashing of water in the refreshing pool. I’m from the seasons The never ending seasons, That are still shaping my life today.

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Mar 23, 2011

Mar 23, 2011 at 1:04 PM UTC

samantha-van-sickle

I'm From the Seasons...

I’m from the seasons that never end They repeat themselves, Repeat their memories. I’m from Fall, The way the leaves crunch beneath my feet, The brisk, cool air that brushes past my face, The giggles of children on Halloween night, The Jack-O-Lanterns flickering in the wind. I’m from Winter, The sips of hot chocolate beside the fire, The warm, cozy socks I place on my feet, The frost that covers the solid ground, The snow I never stopped wishing for. I’m from Spring, The inevitable fear of bees I have, The sight of blossoming flowers, The views of life awakening once again, The beautiful, vibrant colors. I’m from Summer, The freedom from all responsibility, The warm sun against my skin, The swinging on a swing set, embracing the heat, The splashing of water in the refreshing pool. I’m from the seasons The never ending seasons, That are still shaping my life today.

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Something isn’t right. I don’t understand. Is this another lie you keep trying for me to believe? No. Not again. I won’t let you do this to me Ruin my heart and soul I have nothing left to give You have no shred of respect. Not for me, your friends, yourself. I’ll give you this time to think But it’s not space you need. You need a family, your friends, your healthy state of mind So stop pushing us away. You’re hurting yourself. I don’t want to lose you. But I will. Enjoy, The lies you’ve told The people you’ve hurt The mess you’ve made Enjoy, Living a lie Mending hearts Cleaning up after yourself It’s all you can do now that you’re in so deep But the good news is I forgive you. Whether I should or not That’s the real question.

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Mar 21, 2011

Mar 21, 2011 at 6:55 PM UTC

samantha-van-sickle

Forgiven.

Something isn’t right. I don’t understand. Is this another lie you keep trying for me to believe? No. Not again. I won’t let you do this to me Ruin my heart and soul I have nothing left to give You have no shred of respect. Not for me, your friends, yourself. I’ll give you this time to think But it’s not space you need. You need a family, your friends, your healthy state of mind So stop pushing us away. You’re hurting yourself. I don’t want to lose you. But I will. Enjoy, The lies you’ve told The people you’ve hurt The mess you’ve made Enjoy, Living a lie Mending hearts Cleaning up after yourself It’s all you can do now that you’re in so deep But the good news is I forgive you. Whether I should or not That’s the real question.

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I may be wrong about a lot But I’ve yet to be proven wrong Love was never built to last We just need to move on Some may say that it’s not right But you go right ahead I will never, ever want this fight An open book waiting to be read But the book is a tough read Some say hard to put down While others tend to disagree They threw it on the ground I’m still waiting for that one day When I’m knocked from my conscience mind On this ice cold ground I lay Waiting for things to find Have you come along? I hope But I can not be sure My guard is up It always is I hope you are the cure I’m sick of this stupid lie I keep trying to live Why can’t this fantasy be real Myself to you I give.

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Mar 21, 2011

Mar 21, 2011 at 12:32 PM UTC

samantha-van-sickle

Open Book

I may be wrong about a lot But I’ve yet to be proven wrong Love was never built to last We just need to move on Some may say that it’s not right But you go right ahead I will never, ever want this fight An open book waiting to be read But the book is a tough read Some say hard to put down While others tend to disagree They threw it on the ground I’m still waiting for that one day When I’m knocked from my conscience mind On this ice cold ground I lay Waiting for things to find Have you come along? I hope But I can not be sure My guard is up It always is I hope you are the cure I’m sick of this stupid lie I keep trying to live Why can’t this fantasy be real Myself to you I give.

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I’ve been ruined, by the ones who tell me everyday not to be ruined How do they expect me to cope? They ruin themselves, ruin each other. They tell me that it’s not always that way, Okay, then what is it? It wouldn’t have turned out this way if it wasn’t. I tell myself, maybe there is hope But no How can there be? Love isn’t real Fairytales aren’t real And that’s what love is Just a fairytale One day I’ll live the dream But as soon as I wake up it’ll be the same Just an ordinary day Nothing spectacular Nothing new Just my life the way it always is Nothing changes, but if it does It’s not going to last Watch that fairytale go.

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Mar 21, 2011

Mar 21, 2011 at 12:25 PM UTC

samantha-van-sickle

Fairytales

I’ve been ruined, by the ones who tell me everyday not to be ruined How do they expect me to cope? They ruin themselves, ruin each other. They tell me that it’s not always that way, Okay, then what is it? It wouldn’t have turned out this way if it wasn’t. I tell myself, maybe there is hope But no How can there be? Love isn’t real Fairytales aren’t real And that’s what love is Just a fairytale One day I’ll live the dream But as soon as I wake up it’ll be the same Just an ordinary day Nothing spectacular Nothing new Just my life the way it always is Nothing changes, but if it does It’s not going to last Watch that fairytale go.

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