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Sam Oliver Jun 2010
At this point,
I'm probably
Not worth
The effort.

Armor old,
Armor untouched,
Armor tarnished
By age and weather.

At this point,
I'm probably not even worth
The effort to acknowledge.
They all want a knight
In shining armor,
But only until it turns black.

They all want to be saved,
But they never think twice
Of their savior.

That's fine.
When armor,
Tarnished,
Turns to rust,
All their worries
Will be dust.

At that point
I definitely
Won't be
Worth the effort.
Sam Oliver Jun 2010
It's inhuman to ignore emotion,
But why am I expected to have none?

Not expected to love,
Not expected to cry,
Not expected to care about other people.

Isn't that inhumane?

Isn't that wrong,
To see just a tool,
A means to meet your ends?
An instrument to throw away or lend
As soon as you have no use?

Yet no-one cares about emotion,
The yearnings of my heart,
The burnings of my soul,
And over that,
I have no control.

I can't change a thing on my own,
So could I have your efforts on loan?
You know I'm good for it,
It's a proven fact.

All I've done my whole life
Is pay people back for nothing.
So think what I'd do
To be treated human for once?
Sam Oliver May 2010
I know.
To you,
I look so happy,
So content.

It's all because
You're there to see me.

If you could see
Me without you,
It would be like
Day and night.

Without you,
I'm worrying.
Are you okay?
Do you hate me?
Is that smile on your face
As conditional as mine?

With you,
I have no doubts.
I have no fear.
I would protect you,
And you would laugh and smile.
And I'd have no thought
It wasn't genuine.

My happiness is dependent.
Dependent on my feeling whole,
Dependent on your smile,
Dependent on your happiness.

Happiness is contagious.
Depend on it.
Sam Oliver May 2010
You say I'm
'Too nice' to love.
What kind of farce is that?

How mean
Do I have to be
To earn your affection?

Should I insult you?
Should I **** you?
Should I beat you?
Should I nearly **** you?

These are harsh words.
But these are what you want.
You'd forgo loving
A protector
To let
A Threat
Beneath your sheets.

No matter how many women say it,
'Too nice'
Does not exist.

Let me ask this.
What is
'Too mean'
To you?

You obviously want someone unlike me.
You want someone who holds grudges and retaliates against you?
That's not me.
You want someone who verbally threatens and insults you daily?
That's not me.
You want someone who'll bash your brains out?
That's definitely not me.

Try those out if you want.

Come back to me
When you need your wounds tendered.
There's no way you're coming back whole.
Sam Oliver May 2010
'Stay.'

That's what you say.

'Here is where you'll stay.
I won't be long,
I promise.'

My tail wags
In anticipation
as you walk

Away.

I think of how
Happy I'll be
When at last
I'll see
You again.

Will you tousle my fur?
Will you give me treats?
Will you play my favorite game?
That will be the

Day.

As days go by
I hold my ground.
In hopes that
I will soon be
Found.
But,

Nay.

Weeks go by,
I waste away.
Hours will close
On my final
Day.
But,
In the end,
You could never
Say
Your friend of friends
To the bitter end
Did

Stray.
Sam Oliver May 2010
There once existed a dog. He was by no stretch of imagination the best looking. He was a mutt. No pedigree, no signs of a great upbringing. In fact, he was a stray... Born and raised on the streets, his parents and siblings never cared too much for him, far too occupied with their own needs and endeavors. And so, it was early on that he parted ways with them... Seeking his means to survive.

As time had past and he had gotten used to taking care of himself, he began to notice the dangers of the outside world... More and more, he took note of other, better-looking dogs that spent all of their days cared for and sheltered. Oh, how much he had grown to want to be like them... He wanted a warm place to curl up, people to give him attention and care for the needs that he couldn't achieve all on his own...

Time slept by, and the mutt had advanced a few years, when it happened... A car slammed into his side as he scavenged the road for food, knocking him several feet away. The woman who drove the car stopped in shock and picked the poor mutt up. In an act of kindness, she took him to the vet, and she desperately waited for his full recovery.

This act endeared him to her. To think that a human would care so much for him as to take care of him, an unattractive stranger, in such a manner... From the point of his recovery, the woman kept him home with her. She seemed to look past the ugliness of the mutt and care for it like a child... And together, they spent a few years.

Over that time, the woman had introduced the dog to a number of male human friends... These came and went, but for her sake, he held no qualms about a single one. After all, he felt he owed her much for what she provided him. He felt cared for and loved, which was all that mattered at the time.

Then, a day came that he noticed something different... She had started to wear a ring on her hand that he didn't recognize before. In addition to this, she spent less and less time home. After awhile, she had stopped paying much attention to him... Rather, she spent much of her time messing with some great, white, frilly thing, using strings and needles and scissors...

It wasn't too long after that she stood hand in hand with her new man and began to clear out the house for their joining. At last, they came to the dog... The man shook his head and sneezed, reaching for a handkerchief in his pocket as he said something to the mutt's owner he couldn't understand. They seemed to argue for a brief while, with intermittent sneezings and blowing of noses from the groom.

She sighed and gave into his demands and took the dog outside. Tying his leash to a tree, and placing a sign up reading 'Free Dog', she petted the mutt's head for the last time in a reassuring manner. To him, this translated, 'I'll be back soon'. And so they drove off together, the large moving truck behind them, as he patiently sat in wait, intending to guard the household until she returned.

...But she never did...

In the meantime, he continued to sit at attention at the base of the tree. To him, his owner was just taking a vacation... She would be back... So, he guarded the house for her, feeling fully assured that she would return and give him much appreciation for a job well done.

Nobody ever came to take the 'Free Dog'. Many were turned away by its appearance... An ugly dog was never the type to keep... No, sir. And those few people that did approach to take the dog quickly turned away, deterred by his barking and ferocious behavior as he fearlessly guarded his owner's abode. Even as he was becoming emaciated, nobody approached as his sense of ceaseless guardianship continued, for fear he was diseased.

His final day came. All of his energy was leaving him as he closed his eyes for the final time. His mind still on his owner as he slowly passed.
Sam Oliver May 2010
You're late.
What do I do?

I know.
We're only friends.
I want us to be more.

You're later.
I'm frantic.
Thinking of you,
I can't focus.

I want to see you.
I want to talk.
I want to reach you.
I want to walk-

Together.

I'm not whole
Unless we're

Together.
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