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 Aug 2015 Sam Ciel
Angie Acuña
there are more than
30,000 people around me
and I am trying to find you
in every single one of them
august 20, 2015
 Aug 2015 Sam Ciel
ryn
I'm poring over your words...
Sophistication beyond compare
I can only savour in gulps
Such fantastic fare

•••••

Your stars are sculpted out of porcelain
Whilst mine, white washed vinyl
Your haloed moon, commands immediate attention
Mine only hovers...
As elliptical paint over stencil

Oceans of yours brim full
Catching the shards from the noon day sun
When mine suffer from receding tides
Turning into stagnant estuaries
where water hardly runs

Myriad views from snow swept mountains
You paint perfect with delicate pairings
Stuck with a view from a porthole
Sometimes all I see,
are the vast expanses of tumultuous endings

•••••

Still poring over all of your words
They all weigh much
but soar like feathers on birds
Artform fit for gods beyond compare
Drowning in the magic...
Of your incredible fare
For all you writers; new and old! Thank you for your words!
 Aug 2015 Sam Ciel
Olivia Jane
Love is like a river floating down stream
Just when the water stills, it merges with another
The rivers play, tossing the water around
Unbeknownst of the waterfall that's tumbling down
Together they fall, becoming one,
It's scary to fall, damage is done.
I've fallen before it's sad to say
Sometimes the river doesn't quite make the bay
But i hope and i pray that this river lasts
For i think I've found true love at long last.
Peace
 Aug 2015 Sam Ciel
ryn
Invisible Ink
 Aug 2015 Sam Ciel
ryn
Many a notion I'd lay in indelible ink.
How the morning sun would harvest the contours of your face.
Accentuating...
Elevating...
Revealing...
Your majestic beauty.
Reminiscent of a different time and place.

Many a thought I'd pen in indelible ink.
When your breath meets with mine,
they'd hold their own conversation.
Deeply entranced,
In an everlasting dance
that would last forever.
Exchanging gaits of grandeur,
great longing and pine.

Many an inkling I'd etch in indelible ink.
The way my moon never gets eaten.
It'll balloon to its fullest...
Beaming it's brightest.
Seeping from its edges,
gushes forming rivers...
Bathing my earth in heavenly silver.
Calming the thundering hooves...
In my heart with rhyme and reason.

There are but three words...
Words so sacred I dare not utter in vain.
Proclamation so heavy my chest could hardly
hold in rein.

I've immortalised them here...
But in *invisible ink
...

Because no one would understand...
Of emotions so grand.
No one would have a clue...
That...
_   _ _ _ _   _ _ _
.
.
 Feb 2015 Sam Ciel
ryn
Have I Lied?
 Feb 2015 Sam Ciel
ryn
People cheat,
people lie

To get ahead
or
just to get by.

They do it out of deemed necessity
or
have made it a successful habit.

Some would feel bad,
but
some wouldn't lose sleep over it.

Some lie to protect...
Some lie to infect...

With little remorse
or
full blown guilt.

Either way
risking
all they've built.

A lie is an accessory
that most tend to abuse.
A convenient mask
for the ugly truth
that most would misuse.

Lies are...
The bane of relationships
Destroyer of trust...
Conveyed by irresponsible lips.

So have I ever lied?
Have I ever desecrated
honesty's pride?
Have I ever wielded it
to save others from harm?
Have I ever employed it
to boost my charm?

No I haven't,
now that's a lie...
Spouted that so easily,
I didn't even need to try...

Honestly,
YES I HAVE.
I am no exception...

I am no saint,
I'm only human
...
with an ill sense of direction.



I have lied...
How about you?

Search deep inside...
*You know you have too...
 Feb 2015 Sam Ciel
Meliss
I hate it when
People tell you what is true
As if it's a fact
Not a matter of opinion.
I hate it when they say,
"You never know."
Because they're right.
Yet, not really.
"You will never know"
When you'll meet the one.
Sure.
"You will never know"
What will change your life.
Okay.
"You will never know."
Just because I'll never know
What can and will happen
Or what can't and won't happen
Doesn't mean I can't live
Or plan
Or do something differently.
Never knowing is what allows us
To dream.
Do you believe in
                                 magic?
Do you still live a lie?
Is this your idea of a
                                     fairytale?
Do you believe in
                                you
                                        and
                                                 I?

Magic
                    carpets
                                   and
                                            pixies


                 Powerful
                                        lamps
                                                    and
                                                             pixie
                                                                         dust

            You're living a life of
                                                    imagination
And its you I'm supposed to trust?

                                                                                      I see no reason to hope
                                                                                             for a happy ending
                                                                                                   cause all I see is
                                                                           their looks
                                                                                              so
                                                                                                   condescending.

                                                 is it that hard
                                       to really just know the truth
                                             and grow up a little
                                       and stop living in your youth


its hard for me to make you
                                                     choose

but its me or
                        your dreams
would you rather have that
                                                  happy ending
and let this
                                       *fall apart at the seams?
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