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 May 2020 Sam H
Verdant Quo
like water
I poured myself into her until she was overflowing at the brim

like reinforced steel
I bridged my heart to hers and welded myself to her soul

like the sun
I filled myself with light to cover her darkness

like a blanket
I shielded her from the harsh world underneath the covers

like magnets
I orbited her aura until we inevitably collided

like a seed
I felt myself growing up from her

Then, like an idiot
I could tell she felt nothing.
 Mar 2020 Sam H
Maja
just a joke
 Mar 2020 Sam H
Maja
It was a joke
he didn’t mean to lift his hand
he didn’t mean to bring it down

he didn’t mean to raise it a second time
he didn’t mean to commit a second crime.

He didn’t mean it.

But if everyone got pardoned
for the things they said and did without meaning,
everyone would hit
and no one would mean it.
Again, actions speak louder than words, and ironically, that is because you can't say them.
Trust the first fist,
not the apology that comes after when the deed is already done.
 Oct 2019 Sam H
Anjali
Genuine smile
 Oct 2019 Sam H
Anjali
She wore black,
She wore white,
Yet, he didn't come to sit beside.

She tried secret,
She tried engage,
Yet, he didn't add her in his love page.

She laughed,
She smiled,
And, finally  he revealed.


just a genuine smile,is enough for love to travel unending miles.......

C:SASR
Pen name:Anjali
 Sep 2019 Sam H
hello again
It’s been awhile.
I haven’t heard from you in so long.
Do you think of me?
Because I think of you.
I think of what was.
I think of how we lost this.
What we had was fun.
What we had was great.
But according to you.
It was all fake.
I remember the good times.
I remember the bad ones too.
But most of all.
I think of how things could’ve been.
How they would be.
But,
It’s over now.
I’ve moved on.
But,
Old friend.
I will never forget you.
Now we have parted ways.
And I hope you’re doing okay.
Goodbye old friend
 Jul 2018 Sam H
emnabee
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
 Jul 2018 Sam H
Grace Spellman
because when i trace your skin
i can hear music
and when i look into your eyes
i see an ocean
now please tell me how
do i just let that go?
ill never understand why you got so cold.

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