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  Dec 2020 Samual Hidden
Rob Rutledge
Don't worry mum.
I'm worse than you think
But no way near as bad as you fear.
Samual Hidden Dec 2020
Good job and well done
words not uttered since little.
You did good, you've changed,
just fanciful merriment's, never to be had.

All i wish, is to be heard, be seen,
but yet, you refuse to open your eyes.
You wish to peer over my shoulder,
And yet, you refuse even to stand up.

So what must i do to get you to praise?
Must I get college that you refuse to help?
Must I end war?
Or will you refuse to change yourself
All i wish is praise,
But i see now there is none.

None to be had, from an old hag,
None to be had, from those who raised me.
What did i do to disappoint?
You seek not to better yourself,
but only to put me down,

I've grown,
I wish to show you my wings,
But you only see the husk left behind.
For this i am hurt,
Disappointed,

I wish for you to grow with me,
but you make it clear that you wish to not,
Your seek not to change only to judge.
And for that you can only, go fu-k yourself.
Kinda rambly, but mostly angry. Sorry
Samual Hidden Dec 2020
Filters litter the ground around me,
Slowly they fall to the abyss.
Waiting for time around me,
To go amiss.
We wait for the filters to fall,
so we may see reality once.
And all the while,
it leaves us behind
Cigarettes and how we see whats around us. its your choice.
Samual Hidden Dec 2020
Smoking alone on a corner,
wishing you were here,
asking for a smoke,
begging to be there
in that land far away
as we wait for the lane
to stop, so we walk.

Yet here I stand alone,
cigarette in hand,
Slowly going mad
how i wish you there,
asking me for a smoke,
so that i may tease you,
and make hearty jokes.

I wish you were there,
My angel my fae
I long for the day
where we go together,
waiting for the streetlights
roaming the city as if it were ours
not caring as we venture forth
My fae, my pixi, my darling dearest.
Soon, As soon as the moon rises and sets,
We shall take this town over,
we shall reign as queen and king,
we shall reign as monarchs,
ruling in secret, as not let the world
taint our love.
i didnt lie.
Samual Hidden Dec 2020
you speak of freedom as if its free
not knowing that there's a fee.
A fee of heart, a fee of soul,
A piece of nothing, that is ultimately everything
you speak of freedom,
but your not free.
you beg and plead and hope to understand
but its always just out of grasp
slipping through your fingers like sand
awakened by the harsh rasp at your door
telling you its time to go to war.
Freedoms not free.
not to you. not to me.
Samual Hidden Dec 2020
Love makes us liars, but not in the traditional sense
Love makes us liars, but not how you think
The smell of eggs fills the air, she made you breakfast.
You don't like eggs that much, but you swallow with a smile
You comment they are delicious.
All the while the thought of the lie is making you tense,
Only for you to lose your sense,
as you wake up the next day,
with eggs on your plate.
Eggs man.
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