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samuel-the-poet
samuel-the-poet
27/M/American Write me a picture.
linger, you / spin my breath like fire, I / burn dreaming, form / your name, a shimmering coal even at distance, I / trust its glow
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Jan 5, 2021
Jan 5, 2021 at 11:23 PM UTC
Red-gold
at times the / weight of this / world drops like a / guillotine between bits / of rational thought and soft / unassuming despair (the quiet / sort that wants to skip to the end)
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Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 12:43 AM UTC
The Quiet
I have reduced my life to voices and pictures hard to see what comes next
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Sep 16, 2017
Sep 16, 2017 at 7:27 PM UTC
myopia
Yesterday I forgot where I was edges blurred and then rushing back like blood I won't let on, but I'm pleased to have remembered the old me
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Jul 26, 2017
Jul 26, 2017 at 10:42 PM UTC
Seven Years
The problem with our planet (at least what we currently face) is one of ceaseless travel, indifference to space Do trees protest their rootings? Do ants fall out of line? Yet our minds tend to wander, it happens all the time If only we could focus, but our energies disperse how easily we trail off into arguably worse It's not globalization or the fault of the night news it's all the me's forgetting the importance of the you's Strike up a conversation, and acknowledge what's around how else will your new neighbor learn to bake that lovely pound cake?
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Jul 25, 2017
Jul 25, 2017 at 11:43 PM UTC
Sam Saves The World
Given the crowded state of our world, you'd think we would have figured out a way for one half to find its other by now / seems we choose to chase after money / can't buy me love
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Jul 25, 2017
Jul 25, 2017 at 11:03 PM UTC
Borderline
Time is a patient collector / eyeing its prize behind a flawless tapestry of insignificant celebration / to whom we'll all one day belong
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Jul 25, 2017
Jul 25, 2017 at 10:56 PM UTC
Treasure
Every so often, we / become fish out of / water on a dock flailing about for a / bit, then right back where / we ought to be
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May 26, 2017
May 26, 2017 at 6:24 PM UTC
Gasp
a young man / lost and then a voice / do not tire of me for I will bring many things to delight and / astound you // grown now / cynical with age the promise fallen / flat like fresh / paper all the while / a nearby smile steadily / moving closer
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May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 9:53 PM UTC
Lucid
There is a certain fragility to kindness, an impatient expectation of a return on your investment
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May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 6:08 PM UTC
Eggshells