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samantha page Sep 2016
the deed is done
the war's lost and won
all is now fine
in this little land of mine
samantha page Sep 2016
I walk into the room,
feel the impending doom.

take a deep breath, swallow the fear,
and make myself appear full of cheer.

'don't let anyone notice me'
becomes a constant inner plea.

but when no one does anything,
I realize that I was lying.

I feel so much frustration
because I also need validation.
samantha page Sep 2016
the lonely boat, out at sea

seen by all, known by few

wondering how this could be

even though deep down it knew

floating around all day and night
going near shore but not close enough

it looks content but’s really not alright

always missing good company, life is tough

but it keeps going, this lonely boat

far out in the ocean or close to the sand

continuing for now this solo journey afloat
knowing one day it’ll find the place to land
samantha page Sep 2016
I want to say something, anything
                     but I'm terrified of what they'll think
                     of me. about to say it, I'm on the brink,
                     but no. the oppurtunity's gone before I can blink.
                     I want to talk, but my fears will not shrink.
I want to have a conversation
                     but it seems to always end in deadlock.
                     I don't know what's wrong but we can't talk.
                     conversations should make you forget the clock,
                     but all the "what's up?"s are as dull as a rock.
I want to talk, just for once*
                     but the art of talking must just be lost,
                     for nowadays talking is exhaust-
                     ing. everything is so crisis-crossed.
                     true conversation avoided at any cost.
menial matters matter
superior subjects scatter
                     good conversation is essential
                     almost everyone has the potential
                                          *so

        ­                                        just
                  ­                                       talk
                                                          ­        *!
samantha page Sep 2016
THEY SAY*
they want to be different, greater
don't they realize to their own words they're a traitor?

THEY SAY
they're a debator, educator, investigator, negotiator
but how?
how can they be so different when they all say the same things?
how can they be so ignorantly hypocritical?

love everyone* they say whist full of hatred
hang out with your friends they say when alone in bed
you never talk to me they say although they've never tried
go outside they say from deep inside
get off your phone they say while on the computer
just be nice they say when they're actually a persecutor

THEY SAY
so much and do so little
want to become more while becoming less
they guess it's a success when they oppress
but it's just a mess

THEY SAY
things they should be saying to themselves to us
but we are all people too, not slaves to command or objects to discuss

THEY SAY
this and that and everything
but I say

N O T H I N G

for it is better to say nothing at all than to participate in the
parade of puppets who profusely preach phony phrases.
I'd rather remain silent than take part in this cacophonous,
hypocritical, ignorant, perfunctory mess that we call
*s o c i e t y.

— The End —