Sam Miller

Sam Miller Sep 2012

Lust

Energy, Electric
Blue, Shocking, Stinging, Fire
It burns and buzzes in my blood

A constant presence
The ******* clad succubus on my shoulder
Whispering lustful nothings in my ear

Always on my mind
Perverting and Invading
Thoughts stained with crimson desire

Heart rate heart rate
Faster faster
Harder harder

Blush, giggle
Hide the ***** feelings one shouldn't feel
Feign the innocence that's been feigned for years

Need, want
Anything to quench this constricting fire

Sam Miller Sep 2012

Wrath (Six Word Poem)

Uncontrolled rage
in a ruined city.

Sam Miller Sep 2012

The End of My Rope

There’s a tightness in my chest
Pulling me deeper into this dark.
Choking and sputtering I try to fight
The way I’ve fought for so long.
Holding on to a glimmer of hope
I cling with drenched and wrinkled hands.

I can’t breathe in this murky Hell
No matter how hard I try.
It floods down my throat
Into my lungs like tar.
It coats them in my miseries and failures
Until they’re suffocating under the weight of my madness.

The string holding me up
Is getting weaker and weaker.
I can feel it fraying
Slimy hands struggle for purchase.
Climbing through the waterfall of tears
Away from the end of my rope.
I reach for the hand holding it up.
I can finally get clean and help myself.

I can feel their fingertips
Tickling at my outstretched hand.
I grip their wrist and begin to cry
Not out of sorrow but relief.

I am saved, I am free from this place!
Never again will I return
Because I can survive.
I am strong.

The hand slips.
And just like that
I am back where I began.
At the end of my rope.

Sam Miller Sep 2012

Modern Day Victorian

She walked in,
she shopped,
but I couldn't tell you
just what she bought.

I was transfixed
the way you are when you see a movie star,
but there was no slow motion,
no fan blowing her hair back.

Just.
Beauty.

All three-hundred pounds,
all soft features
bright eyes and pale pink lips

True Victorian lady.
Plump pale pulsing flesh
Smooth as marble, soft as silk.

Our meeting was brief,
I smiled, "Have a wonderful day!"
Even as she disappeared, she did not leave my mind.

Big can be so beautiful, and the lady I'm speaking of personifies that big beauty. I just wish I knew who she was.

Sam Miller Sep 2012

Sam's Sonnet

David Samuel Nixon III

You’re disgusting and sadistically mad
The way you stab and cut and grin is sick
Everyone knows you are evil and bad
They do not think about what makes you tick
Something is not right in that brain of yours
You choke, you beat, you torture those around
It is getting hard to keep track of scores
How long before they make no more **** sound?
You frighten me in ways I can’t explain
I shake with fear when you call me to you
From you I expect only immense pain
I am sure that all the others did too
Unexpectedly I am alive still
All because of that one little white pill

Sam is not real. He is a fictional character, I do not know any serial killers to my knowledge. :)

Sam Miller Sep 2012

Waking Up Defeated

Waking up defeated,
Unable to breathe
In this ****** up world.

Suffering under the weight
Of my own fears, doubts, worries,
My own terrifying reality.

Money money money.
I need that green,
I need that paper,

I’m a vagrant
I’m a loser
I’m a waste of carbon

I’m a ******* rebel.
I deviate from society’s rules.
I’m not going to assimilate.

Sam Miller Sep 2012

The Ugliness Underneath

The land is dusted with snow,
A soft powder to hide what is dying underneath.
The earth’s concealer,
A soft powder that melts with the sun and leaves the land sick.

Outside when the earth is white,
We see beauty and a symbol of new beginnings.
Underneath the cover of that glittering blanket,
We know the ugliness that lies beneath.

Unlike the snow,
We can keep our ugliness hidden.
Unlike the snow,
We do not melt and allow ourselves to re-grow into a new kind of beauty.

We’re afraid of that beauty,
Afraid it won’t grow right or that no one will like it.
We’re afraid of not being good enough,
Good enough for those that we wish to keep around.

And sometimes I have to wonder…
Are we?