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Sam Oct 2016
Something that goes through your mind constantly.

Someone who always sneaks up into your thoughts.

A feeling so strong, so powerful.

Something that will never be forgotten.
Love or Hate?
You choose.
For me? it changes, and doesnt stop
Sam Oct 2016
Going through the motions,
Without looking back.

Stop

Take a moment.

Reread your past,
Relive those fleeting moments that won't return.
Revive you.

Step back into your moments of hate,
of love,
of happiness.

Feel yourself take the time machine back
into times of crises,
times of confusion.

Look.
Look at who you have become,
the tragedies you have faced,
and the strength given.
the joy you have experienced,
and the memories to remember.
the love you have shown,
and the endless amount yet to come.

Your life is precious
Take time out of your busy day,
and check your archive.

Reflect, Remember, *Reread
Sam Oct 2016
It makes me sick to hear,
I hate that tone.
I don't like it.

It hasn't bothered me before,
but all of a sudden, I can't stand.
Why?

I may never find truth,
but I do know one thing,
I am going to stop listening.

I will ignore,
because I am not that person.
Never was, never want to be.
October 13, 2016
Sam Oct 2016
The little fur ball,
The one who is always excited to see me.
Running, Barking, Playing.

My little brown eyes,
The one who snuggles up to me when I'm sad.
Cuddling, Snuggling, Petting.

My little woof woof,
The one who barks at literally everything, but still makes me laugh.
Jumping, Rolling, Woofing

My pride and joy,
The little ball of fluff that stole my heart five years ago,
with his little woofs,
his sweet little face.

Even though the little nut is so much to handle,
He will forever and always will be,
*my baby
Sam Oct 2016
I am flowing down the river of life,
In the beginning, the sea was calm.
No rapids, just a slight breeze.
Eventually the current grew stronger,
Trees and rocks began to block my path.
I was dodging, moving in and out between the obstacles.
I find myself getting tired,
I don't want to dodge anymore.
Instead, I find myself wishing I could just
d r i f t   a w a y
Old poem I revised
Sam Oct 2016
The light from the full moon,
that keeps me alive in the **darkness
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