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  Oct 2016 Sam
-df
Isn’t it funny how our minds work?

We write novels of how our lives should be.

We make up stories to comfort our thoughts.

We imagine that our crushes are perfect, and that we’re meant to be.

In other words, we believe in the impossible.

(-DF-02/24/16-)
  Oct 2016 Sam
Leonard Cohen
I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm,
your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm,
yes, many loved before us, I know that we are not new,
in city and in forest they smiled like me and you,
but now it's come to distances and both of us must try,
your eyes are soft with sorrow,
Hey, that's no way to say goodbye.
I'm not looking for another as I wander in my time,
walk me to the corner, our steps will always rhyme
you know my love goes with you as your love stays with me,
it's just the way it changes, like the shoreline and the sea,

but let's not talk of love or chains and things we can't
untie,
your eyes are soft with sorrow,
Hey, that's no way to say goodbye.
I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm,
your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm,
yes many loved before us, I know that we are not new,
in city and in forest they smiled like me and you,
but let's not talk of love or chains and things we can't
untie,
your eyes are soft with sorrow,
Hey, that's no way to say goodbye.
  Oct 2016 Sam
Bo Burnham
Big
When I was little,
I killed ants with a magnifying glass.

And now I'm big.
And I worry I'm doing the same thing with you.
  Oct 2016 Sam
zeph the deer boi
hand sewing everything with thread tied in knots
putting patterns in places they don't belong
binding them together in desperation
but it seems the thread of life was unable
to keep my patchwork from tearing apart at the seams
in a club at school we have to creatively express ourselves by writing a poem, drawing, singing, or acting out an emotion. I wanted this to be for sadness but I'd need to add more and I felt it was good like this. maybe this could be stressed out cuz they're trying so hard to put their life back together but nothing seems to work...
Sam Oct 2016
Hearing your stories,
Hearing your songs,
I start to understand.
We are not alone.
Forever in this realm of confusion,
Not being able to comprehend the exit.
The only place we seek is freedom.
The blade moves across,
Freedom is given.
We think forever,
We are wrong.
The door shuts
We are locked back into our cell
Only until, the blade moves once more
June 20, 2016
Reading over a lot of my old poetry. Some of it is scary to think about. For example, September 12, 2016, I wrote a poem. This poem reflects exactly how I feel right now. Funny how the cycles continue.
Sam Oct 2016
To me, you know, you can't deny,
for I can see the suffering in your eye.

This is more than a battle between me and one,
because now I see, who is holding the gun.

Put down the rifle, take out the mag,
for these bullet's are not yours to drag.

I paid for the mystery box, plain and simple,
It is my turn to take out the rocket launcher missile.

I tell you now about Juggernog and Quick-Revive,
because they aren't enough to keep us alive.

I've got you're back, and you've got mine,
as we battle through the challenge of the canine.

Board up the windows, blocking us in,
as we wait for the next level to finally begin.

We are together through this, one and all,
yet you won't always be there when I fall.

Let me take the ray gun in my hands,
as we travel together through the badlands.

I want to hear and feel the thrill,
as the voice around me whispers *Insta ****
This is entirely based off of a video game...
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