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Samantha Mar 2022
If only the cars would come to a stop,
And all of the hustle and bustle.
The clock would cease ticking,
And the strident noise would turn into delicate silence.
For the world has stopped spinning.
The birds are no longer chirping.
But the wind is blowing,
Gently, gently...
And finally, a moment for me to rest.
A moment for me to breathe.
A moment of quiet.
A moment of peace.
Samantha Mar 2022










Samantha Jun 2021
I hear a man with pain in his voice
The addiction! Is what he says
Don't hate me
I cannot control it, he sobs
Please! The agony!
I am sorry...
Samantha Sep 2019
Revenge was mine.
But your life,
Not yet...
Don't think too much into it!
Samantha Aug 2019
When I close my eyes
I see sunshine, not butterflies
I feel the soft warmth
Hugging my unsuppressed spirit
It turns my frown into a smile
When I run through the fields
Of enchanted ambrosial flowers
I take a stop and just lie there
I breathe in the unmingled air
And noticed that all I love is here
The lovely birds’ sweet serenade
Little bunnies hopping through the meadows
Cute barks of adorable puppies
But this is a mere room
In the vast underground
When I open another door
I’m washed with tears of the Gods
And I’m re-energized
I thank them for the strength
To face the other world after I’m gone from here
I just sit there, no longer unhinged
Absorbing as much of these droplets as I could
I don’t want to walk out of here
But there’s much to be explored!

Samantha Jun 2019
The clamor is way too heavy
I need to elope to my quiet place
Where everything is constant and serene
I’d lie to myself until
My world starts to spin
And I’m forced to face
My absolute reality
  Jun 2019 Samantha
I know the toothless women
Who crumple on the streets
The rain bleeds through their cardboard,
The cold drips through their feet

I know the dying children
With anaesthetic arms
The angels crowd around them
With time that burns their palms

I've hugged the brainwashed gangsters
With money drenched in blood
I've heard their broken weeping
While digging up the mud

I've seen the starving faces
Of the tired girls at home
The broken, hectic psyches
That eat them to the bone

I know the burning poets
With a desperate thirst for life
The need for finding soulmates
That pierces like a knife

There's weary public servants
Who risk their lives for good
And prove compassion every day
Yet stay misunderstood

Human love is buried
Beneath the plastic weight
Of angry allegations
And a world that feeds off hate

These people may be messy,
But they're beautiful and real
With hidden dreams and secrets
And ability to feel

We have a place to run to
With lights of peach and gold
Where all the weight is lifted
And all our tales are told

We live in total freedom
So safe beneath the moon
And though it seems ambitious
Our dreams will save us soon
The night brings comfort to those who need it most
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