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Samantha Irene Feb 2012
You do quite well at convincing them of your normality:
You smile, and hold your tongue,
towing the line between quirky
and downright bizarre.
You play their game
and let them believe what they must
to sleep at night.

But in the depths of your soul,
You feel the thrumming heartbeat
        Of the universe—
                Its howls of agony
               And its music flowing through
                                               your veins.
Your heart hammers in your chest
           to the call of the stars.

You will follow it to the end of all things.
Samantha Irene Feb 2012
You left.
I stood in the shower,
Scrubbing my body clean,
Trying to erase the scent of you.

If I could,
I would peel away this skin,
Push aside these bones,
And pick out the pieces of your soul
You tried to entwine with mine—
Wrap them in a package
And mail it to you
Some day you least expect.

You appear some nights in my dreams,
But the nightmares come
When the daylight shines brightest.
Samantha Irene Feb 2012
silence. stillness. turmoil of the mind.
you’re coaxed into security
(then insecurity, then confusion)
lips part, eyes blink—
the longest moment in history
(and you want nothing to do with him)
no broken bones but a twist and a tumble
and those glorified butterflies make their first entrance.
you curse the gods
and reject the destiny that lingers on his lips.
you blame gravity.
Samantha Irene Feb 2012
Her heart
Yearns for a gentle touch that leads to
Lips pressed to lips like bees bumping against flowers
Such a great longing

Her body
Allows her feet to pace anxiously
And her eyes to shine in want of passionate exchanges
As her hands drum to the sound of the monotony in her entire being

Her mind
Full of great intellect
Has pushed back many a sarcastic remark
Weary of the dull world surrounding her

Her soul
The only thing that realizes her lack of originality
Longs to astonish all with its brilliance of cunning and goodness
Yet is still unable to let go of past disappointments

— The End —