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samantha page Sep 2016
i see my sock covered feet
that mean so much more than's shown
moving along to the beat
as if they have a mind of their own

fiddling around
or bouncing to the beat
without so much as a sound


when the rest of me is still
my feet give away my restless interior
the small part of me no one can ever ****
my feet are it's portal to the exterior
samantha page Sep 2016
motivation? I have none
yet so much has to be done
I've got my whole life ahead of me
just have to surpass this one moment to be free
free, at least until another day
when I have lots more work and no play
samantha page Sep 2016
observing from afar
            but not too close for fear of my entire
            whole world crashing to nothing

listening to how things are
            but never saying anything because in the
            grand scheme of things, i know nothing

seeing others' happiness
            but feeling nothing myself, for
            to me, everything is nothing

smelling in the air success
            *but never having a taste of my
            own since i do and am nothing
samantha page Sep 2016
i walk among the living
but do not quite belong
no, i am not dead
i'm simply hardly alive

i get by every day
going through the motions
not feeling many emotions
without the interactions
that others are so accustomed to

i feel so lost
so alone
missing out on life
and i wonder why

**why can everyone live but me?
samantha page Sep 2016
stranded on a deserted island
in a sea of people
no way to escape the grasp of reality
not even within my mind

never knowing if the sea is constantly watching me
or oblivious to my every move

I know I'm constantly watching it
wanting to be immersed in belonging
but not sure how
I'm still an outcast

maybe, just maybe, there are other islanders
dispersed throughout this vast ocean
but I may never know
since I can't leave my place alive
left only with a sliver of hope
that once day two islands can come together
and live harmoniously
samantha page Sep 2016
highlights the remaining sparks of humanity
starts conversation while bringing out insanity
lets us feel free
since the real beauty
is the responsibilities' reduction
and the consequences' destruction
samantha page Sep 2016
insight into the deepest and darkest corners of the mind
necessary to know one's true inner working
people who once seemed all the same now appear one of a kind
discover the hidden parts of yourself that are are always lurking
poetry is the best way to truly know someone you'll ever find
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