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Sam Mossman Jun 2014
I sat down to write a love poem,
A love poem about you and me.
A poem that would surpass all those before it,
That describes our love down to the smallest detail.
One that has everything I love about you,
Condensed down to a couple lines of lyric.
And yet my pen is still,
for all the phrases that come to my mind are cliched,
And reminiscent of so many poems written before.
But our love is unique and new.
It is not the love of old love poems,
Written by dead men to dead women.
Our love poem is about me and you,
The boy who stole my heart but,
Instead of running away you stayed.
You never left my side and I fell for you.
I'm still falling in love with you,
And I will keep falling in love with you,
Every day you make me smile,
Or laugh or kiss me or hold me.
Here I go again with my cliches,
Our love feels so unique and new.
But maybe it's not as new as I think,
Maybe our love is like those dead poems,
Written by dead men to dead women.
Did they sit at their desks and ponder,
The perfect phrase to express their love?
But they were free of all cliches,
Free from the pressures to explain love in a new way.
And here I am shackled by their poems,
They form irons on my mind and cast doubt in my heart.
Maybe it isn't unique or new,
I have hope though that we are different.
That our love is something different,
And that I will one day find the right words,
To say I love you in a million different ways.
But for now you must settle for the simple but cliched,
I love you and I'm falling deeper in love with you every day.
Sam Mossman Jul 2013
I met him in the dimming light
When things are dark and hazy.
His hand took mine in the fading light,
His lips found me among the winking stars
But too soon he disappeared into the coming light
And I was left alone again.

I returned to find him in the twilight
But he was not anywhere to be found.
And so I came again,
But my hopes were shattered
For my love never showed his face.
At least not to me in the dim light.

And so with jealousy and envy
I smashed every plate within my sight.
And cried, the tears mixing with my blood,
Then he came finally.
And I turned my back on him,
His sweet words meant nothing.
My love born of the dimming light
Had betrayed me.
Sam Mossman Jul 2013
Come away with me,

Let’s ride the wind

And surf the waves.

Touch the sun with our fingertips,


Feel the grass ***** our skin.

Let’s go away from this place

That chains us to bodies

That are not our own.


Let’s find ourselves in spots of the sun,

Our skins drinking in the light

Thirsty for the life it gives.


Let’s kiss each star goodnight,

Seeing them as they wink out of sight,

And the sun comes to caress our skin again.


Let’s find ourselves among the fish,

Who swim beneath the ocean surface

Carefree and colorful in their hidden place.


Let’s lose ourselves in the flesh of one another

Lose yourself in me and I in you.

Come away and find yourself with me.
Sam Mossman Sep 2012
The weeping willow is the only one

Who weeps for me, it’s boughs graze

The ground that crowns my head

I lie in my satin bed, the earth wraps

Me in its embrace. I have many around

Me but none that care to know me


The weeping willow is the only one

Who weeps for me, the ones I left

Behind have moved on. They forgot

About me and my earthen home.

They don’t want to linger in the past

They always push onto the future.


The weeping willow is the only one

That weeps for me, my loved ones wept

For days for me but then the pain

Subsided to a dull ache and soon they

Moved on. I have eternity here in my bed

While they always push to the future


The weeping willow is the only one

Who weeps for me, they push on

Until there is no future and they join

Me in a satin bed, surrounded by the

Earth’s embrace. With others who care

Nothing for them. Alone with the earth


The weeping willow is the only one who

Weeps for me, it sounds sad the way we go

But I hope for them, they have a friend

Like the weeping willow is to me

For you can never be truly forgotten

When something weeps for you.
Sam Mossman Sep 2012
You put me in a cage

You locked me away

You cut my wings

So I couldn’t fly



You put me by the window

So I could see everything

I had left behind.



You thought you could own me.

You thought you could cage my spirit

But soon it started to fade.

I stopped fighting my gilded bars



I stopped looking longingly

At the world I had left behind

The bright blue sky with the

Clouds that lazily swam across it.



The sun that rose, lighting everything

With it’s golden haze. And it’s nightly

Companion that would light the

World in its ghostly sheen.



The way I could fly all night with the pale

Light glittering off my jet black wings

The feel of air underneath my wings

Used to make me ruffle my feathers



My soul welling up with past excitement

Seeing everything from so high up

Dwarfing the world that always

Threatened to swallow me up.



But now you have gobbled me up

Taken me from my home and locked

Me here in this gilded cage. You claim

It’s to protect me, give me a longer life



But it’s for your own selfish desires

You want me as a trophy, but I feel

My spirit writhing away inside of me



And soon I’ll only be a husk

Of what I once was

You have killed

My spirit and my life



And I will become like my

Gilded cage. Beautiful on

The outside but once the

Surface is gone, nothing but

Coal remains.

— The End —