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 Mar 2017 Sam
Amethyst Fyre
I remember the noble days
When the poems I wrote were more
Than just half-disguised attempts to save myself
Too often now, I forget
To remind you that you're beautiful

You are beautiful
You are what makes life worth living

Too often now, I forget that words are meant to be
Out and spoken
And even though each stands alone in its meaning
Like the language that binds them all together,

Not one of us is alone.
Thanks for listening :)
 Mar 2017 Sam
The Silence
In elementary school
we had
cubbies

We were small children then.

Now we put stuff
in our
cupboards

We pronounce that as cubberds

Now think of how many times
you have added  "ies" to a word
when speaking to a small child

Do you have your sockies?

Where did you put you stuffies?

...

Put your backpack in your *cubbies
Mind = Blown
 Mar 2017 Sam
The Silence
Tortoise
 Mar 2017 Sam
The Silence
Man does not carry all he needs
Nor is he given such things
Nature was foolish in caring for her creation
Leaving man with independence
And nothing else.

Argued that man is given men
Beings of the same likeness
Meant to teach
To protect
To clothe.

This is what is expected
Possibly what Nature had intended
Though her will is not wholly taken
All men do not act for man
And man is left naked.

Nature acts in attempt to love
But she gifts in an unsystematic manner
From the eyes of man that is
The perspective of tortoise reveals independence
And all else.

Granted longevity in each life
Built with instinct in each body
Guaranteed to teach
To protect
To clothe.

Nature gave tortoise a suit of armour
And left man in the hands of men
But men can be broken down
From the many
To one.

Man can find compassion for one
Fulfilling the needs of another
One who has wondered like man
Who has feared with man
And lain cold at man's side.

Nature never could have predicted
That her foolish creation
Could rely on the service of one
Fore as men were argued to be made for man
Man was left alone

To teach

To protect

To clothe

*And all else.
This was one of many reflections for English class. "Clothe the Naked"
 Mar 2017 Sam
maxime
Do you like your world of fantasy?
Where you live in twisted lies?
Your words are woven a shield of art,
behind which, you believe you'll never die.

You cry for help behind your brambles,
where thorns ***** and wolves cry.
Do you realize you tended to them yourself, dear?
You sentenced yourself to die.
 Mar 2017 Sam
maxime
note 10
 Mar 2017 Sam
maxime
I've never felt so stupid as when I forced my hand into the fire and was surprised when I got burned.
 Mar 2017 Sam
maxime
With the ivy on my house, I had to reconsider what flowers I wanted to add to my garden. I never expected to be gifted a hydrangea sapling that I planted beneath the wall of ivy. I was much more beautiful than I had originally thought, and I was pleasantly surprised to see that the hydrangeas were able to grow and flourish on their own alongside the ivy. The scent of hydrangeas became comforting to me.
 Mar 2017 Sam
The Silence
You're my everything
My heart is tied to you
My love sewn into you skin
My flesh to hold you closer
Tighter
And I hope that isn't pushing you away
Because you have my heart tied
My love sewn into your skin
To have you leave is to take a piece
A piece of me
My flesh broken from you
Shattered
So I say that you're my everything
And that you've got a piece of me
That I would hold you closer
Tighter
And I hope
I just hope
I carry your heart on a string
And your love into my skin
As you hold a part of me,
**And I hold a part of you.
This is a bit cheesy and soft. Sorry ^~^
 Mar 2017 Sam
Jodie LindaMae
How old were you
When you realized
That your friends
Were slowly disappearing?
Waxing,
Tracing the moon across their fingertips
As they dissolved into stardust?

I am twenty one years old
And I am the loneliest
I have ever been.
 Mar 2017 Sam
The Silence
The class begins
The hell breaks free
This chemical knowledge
Burns straight through me
I have one quest
To pass one test
But even so
My victory is
Short lived.
 Mar 2017 Sam
maxime
I started my garden with a little patch of marigolds I got from the market down the street. They were pretty, I guess. I really only chose them because there was the easiest option, since they were already grown and all I had to do was stick them in the dirt and look at them. I walked passed them most days without a second glance.
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