Sam Conrad: Favorites

Dec 2013 Sam Conrad

Jamie Horridge

We are all the same when ripped apart
Just skin and bones and a pumping heart
So what makes you so special?

We all have our share of problems
And we've all got our dreams
Sometimes we're not sure how to solve them
Sometimes it comes so easily

If you took a look at me
What would come to mind?
Do you think that you could see
The demons that swim my spine?

Of course you couldn't
And if you could, you wouldn't try
And that is just the problem
With the world and I

We see what's on the outside
A book, a house, a letter
We don't care about the inside
Until we know it's better

We are all the same when ripped apart
Just skin and bones and a pumping heart
So what makes you so special?

Dec 2013 Sam Conrad

White Girl Problems

Dec 2013 Sam Conrad

Sarah MacCoy

White Girl Problems

Why do you think society expects you to
1. Dress the same
2. Talk the same
3. Have the same problems
4. Laugh at the same thing
5. Look your best at all times

Because you let it.

We’re tired of seeing the exact same photo of you with the exact same people in a different bathroom mirror every Friday night.

Why can’t you hangout with other people?
Will it ruin your “rep” that much?

Is it really necessary to get hammered every weekend?
Why are we the ones who have to sit in one spot while you rotate around the room telling the same story to every one of your “friends”

Are you sure they’re your friends?
Because they talk behind your back

Why do you stay with that *******?
You know he’s hitting on twenty other girls, including your “best friend”

You spend money to look like you work for ***** Wonka.
Can anyone say Oompa Loompa?

How come we can’t make it through Instagram without knowing your order for Starbucks?
One grande non-fat white soy peppermint mocha at exactly 120 degrees with an extra shot of syrup extra whip and sprinkles put in the cup before anything else. Please?

We can’t afford to buy gas masks just to walk by your locker.
Spraying that much perfume is deadly.

We can never tell if you’re trying to smell nice or trying to start chemical warfare.

Is that makeup or a mask?

Your bra makes you a C-cup but you’re really only an A-cup.
Shhh, we won’t tell the boys.

Is it necessary to stop in the middle of the hallway to talk to your friends?
No, get out of the way please.

We know you have a car
You don’t have to walk around holding your keys all day.

Why do you spend so long trying to perfect the “messy bun” look?
Boys aren’t looking at your hair.

People don’t see you,
they just see your persona.

Slam poem done with Mattea Koebernick in creative writing.

Dec 2013 Sam Conrad

At night

Dec 2013 Sam Conrad

The Noose

At night

Sometimes
At night
I get so restless
Words swimming inside my head
Dazzled by the bright orange-like glow
Emitted by my desk lamp
I see letters of the alphabet
Drifting in the air
I get mildly agitated when I cannot string them
to pen something decent

My lamp illuminates
All night
Afraid to sleep in the dark
And yet not fearful
Of playing with fire in the daylight

Sometimes
At night
I get so restless
Through my bedroom window
I gaze at the pale moonlight
And wonder
If I ever crossed your mind, today

Just once

Wrote this at midnight when I couldn't sleep.

Dec 2013 Sam Conrad

Winter (Triolet)

Dec 2013 Sam Conrad

Marian

Winter (Triolet)

The snow is falling from the sky
Sweet dogwoods are not yet in bloom
The grey clouds are floating up high
The snow is falling from the sky
"Winter is beautiful" I cry
Watching the snow from my bedroom
The snow is falling from the sky
Sweet dogwoods are not yet in bloom

**~Marian~

This is my first Triolet!!! :) ~~~~<3
Enjoy!!! :) ~~~<3

Dec 2013 Sam Conrad

far away

Dec 2013 Sam Conrad

huggability

far away

as i lie awake
i think about how stupid it is
that the only things that connect me to you
are inanimate

handheld devices can only bring me so far
i want to lie beside you and
touch the creases on your face
as you tell me about how you regret
taking up a habit of smoking

i want to fill your mouth with my breath
and wash away your intoxication
and the heaviness that comes with drinking

i want to put my fingers between yours
and fill you with kinder words
than you could ever find for yourself
and tell you that regret is an ocean
and it will swallow you
if you aren’t careful

.

.

.

but phones can only bring me so far
i find myself staring at a dress
i once wore
and how you said i had looked beautiful
even though you couldn’t see for yourself

and i find myself
reciting my day
like my voice could reach across the ocean
and pull you home

sometimes, i think it’s nostalgia
other times it might be regret

two years is
a pretty long time
and i long to be beside you
to make you feel loved
in case you can’t remember it yourself

but i will have to make do
with conversations at six in the morning
knowing that you will stay awake
throughout the night
and i will stare at the black screen pleading that
with every silent passing moment
your heart will still be beating

Dec 2013 Sam Conrad

you touched me

Dec 2013 Sam Conrad

A

you touched me

We spoke in tongues that day,
Your fingers trailed my body like
a harlot skimming through the bible finding her daily grace.

The Sun, her majesty, jealous of the
nervous heat that fought for a moment of breath between your satin body and my scarred chest.

Did you know that I almost cried?
Because your touch was everything I feared the most.
Your touch was confidence, maybe love.
It hurt.

We don't speak the same language anymore,
For your fingers,
are too holy for mine.

About a friend, with whom I shared the whole of me. But didn't care.