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Sam Jul 2017
Through the chaos, I caught a glimpse of you
The nightmare unfolding couldn't rob you of that glorious, warm, smile
You sent me weaving through a labyrinth of lost souls
Extending my arms to embrace you
To shield you from this broken inhabitance
This world so far lost among the shadows
And as my palms met your back
I could feel that you were empty
The one with the strong, sturdy, smile
You were trembling
That's when I realized
We shared the same nightmare
That's when I realized
The sorrow living in your eyes
But when you hooked your arms around my back
And pressed your face into my chest
When your crystal tears bled through my shirt
That's when I realized
Nightmares can end
  Jul 2017 Sam
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sometimes to stay alive
you've got to **** your mind,
cause the monsters in your head
are bigger than any in real life.
what's a battle without fear?
what's a war without some doubt?
what's a scream from your two lungs
when your mind feels twice as loud?
would you ever have to fight
without the thoughts that fill your head?
maybe your greatest ally
is your greatest enemy instead.

- b.g
05/07/17
Sam Jul 2017
Beautiful Bounty, that was her name
The vessel to take us to stake our new claim
Her cabins were sleek
A strong wooden frame
We set to the seas
Fortune awaits

Beautiful Bounty, now gone astray
Great blue skies
Now faded gray
weak lumber and hunger cause great dismay

Beautiful Bounty, sunk deep in the sea
Eighty-eight souls nevermore to be
No fame nor riches did they ever witness

Beauty Bounty, that was her name
A watery grave
The last thing she gave
Sam Jul 2017
There was a story

Written in her eyes

One that wasn't finished

So I kissed her slowly

And I whispered in her ear

"From now on we write together"

"And we will until the end"
Sam Jul 2017
For some words form a poem in their lonesome.

Finality.
Sam Jul 2017
I was lost and wayward.

My path eaten by the fog.

Then I realized, the fog was in my eyes.

So I took some time.

So I relaxed my mind.

The trail became so clear.

And it led me straight to you.
Sam Jul 2017
I was your back-up plan.

The ***** pair of socks, still clean enough to wear.

The spare tire left to solitude in the trunk.

The only restaurant open on holidays.

I was your back-up plan.

So when your ship is sinking, remember that I was your life-raft.
And remember the way you stuck a knife in my back and threw me overboard.
I'm being sincere when I say, good luck fighting off the sharks.
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