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Oct 2016 samantha page

Abigail Allen

We compare people to hurricanes and storms
Acknowledging the beauty of natural force
Romanticizing the unhinged power capable of breaking the backs of men

But forgetting how these things end
With broken homes and sarrow sunken hearts
Trembling in the shock of ruin
Shaking hands to pick up unmeasured damage

And still we look back and put an asthetic label on your wrath little girl and admire the strength
Only because we must ignore your lack of mercy

For beauty is a two headed snake who will captive your gaze ; or spit poison into your eyes

#love #pain #poems

Oct 2016 samantha page

Voided

Oct 2016 samantha page

Jasmine Sylvia

Voided

Are you still looking in the rearview mirror? No matter how far you drive the person you're waiting for isn't getting any closer, life passing you by with every mile. The destination unknown because they don't want to be found. This year the holidays were cold because every present you unwrapped was another memory you wanted to forget. Lies that were ******* with pretty bows to trick you into believing people come back. No matter how many times you try to light the tree, the star at the top just gets dimmer. Like the way your eyes do when you look in the mirror and realize no one is standing next to you anymore. Nothing remains but a ghost. An exoskeleton of the person you used to be. A person who believed that not all people were onions decorated like candy apples. That not every exterior was hiding a black hole. Now you're stuck in the void that ****** you in, running in circles looking for your way out. Sorry to break the news but there is no rescue crew on its way to save you, no rope is going to slip down and pull you out. Disney painted your head with lies because Prince Charming is the one who fed you the poison apple, and he isn't going to wake you up.

#love #heartbreak #broken #sad #lonely #alone #empty #void

Oct 2016 samantha page

galaxies

Oct 2016 samantha page

blue mercury

galaxies

i was drowning in your galaxies of blue.
blue so pale- like your e y e s
when i swore i could feel them on me but
you weren't there.
i was drowning in your galaxies
in which the stars would shine
shine bright / bright light / bright white light / pale bright white light-
not like printer paper in the sun
more like the pigment of your skin
in the moonlight.

i didn't mind. drowning didn't seem
so bad.
because even though i felt awful and sad, i
also felt loved,
and that was so very pretty to me
as a poet. as a lonely star amidst
constellations.

you almost said the "l" word
a total of (probably) seven times in the five
long-short months that
we were almost lovers.
i actually said the "l" word
a total of five times.
twice as a half joke, hoping you'd pick up
where i slacked in clarity but never
in sincerity
and three times (thrice) in my goodbye
in which i beheld these self-evident truths:

that the almost (always almost) meant
that we could never be lovers
and i thought that i'd prefer us to be nothing to each
other but maybe friends.

(maybe, maybe, maybes make me want to wish on stars
but not the ones in your eyes)

and although time flies
i'm still somehow drowning in your galaxies
of blue.

and i wonder if its killing me
slowly
as your stars blink
and i'm gone
when they open their eyes.
*almost.

oh man. that was long but my heart needed it to be written. might be spoken word if someday i can read it aloud without bursting into tears.

#love #ex #sad #depression #stars #goodbye #him #hurts #galaxies #miss-you

Oct 2016 samantha page

"Music is how we decorate time"

Oct 2016 samantha page

Aynjul

"Music is how we decorate time"

When I play music from my phone,
I delete songs
not because you were apart of that moment
I just don't like the left side of my chest
feeling like I'm falling out of the sky

When I'm trying to pick up the pieces...

Come back to me... *remove from playlist*

#love #stay #humble

Oct 2016 samantha page

Untitled

Oct 2016 samantha page

Katelynn

Untitled

inadequecy
will be the death of me

#sad

Oct 2016 samantha page

NEW AGE REBELLION

Oct 2016 samantha page

HED TRAMA

NEW AGE REBELLION

GOD BLESS AMERICA,
GOD BLESS THE NON EXISTENT CAUSE TO KEEP THE FREEDOM,
GOD BLESS THE WARS AND WHOEVER'S DECLARIN EM,
THE LIES AND THE ONES WHO BELIEVE EM,
GOD BLESS ****** AND ALL OF HIS REPLICAS,
THE POISON IN THE AIR AND THE ONES STILL BREATHIN,
GOD BLESS OUR LEADERS DISGUISED AS ANGELS,
AND GOD BLESS BLESS DEMONS,

GOD BLESS THE COLD AND THE HUNGRY,
THE ******* ASKIN FOR FORGIVNESS AND HIS PASTOR TOO,
GOD BLESS THE 10 WITH AN ABUNDANCE OF MONEY,
THE POOR AND THE VENGEFUL,
CUZ WE'RE COMIN AFTER YOU!-

SO ******* TO THE GAME,
AND **** THE PRIZE,
WE CAN'T BE TAMED,
WE CAN'T BE CHAINED,
**** YOUR LIES!

******* TO THE THRONE,
AND **** THE SHEEP,
WE WON'T DO WHAT WE'RE TOLD,
THIS **** IS OLD,
WE'LL MAKE YOU BLEED!

******* TO THE *******,
AND **** WHO LISTENS,
Y'ALL CAN SHOVE IT,
BITE THE BULLET,
DESTROYIN THE SYSTEM!

******* TO THE PROUD,
AND **** THE LIARS,
WHO TOOK YOUR CROWN?
WHO BURNED YOU DOWN?
WE ARE THE FIRE!

HED TRAMA™

Oct 2016 samantha page

Once I Was 15 Years Old

Oct 2016 samantha page

Love

Once I Was 15 Years Old

Even at nearly 19 years old I have a hard time grasping at the reality of death.
Yes it happens to everyone, the thief in the night who claims the old and the sick as easy prey.
But when it comes to the death of a young person, my mind can't process it. They weren't old, or sick. They were healthy and laughing, and now they cease to exist.
I still have moments where I'll pick up my phone and go to text that young person.
The one that I feel like moved across country or just doesn't come around anymore.
It's hard to believe that it's been 3 years...
And even at almost 19 I still have a hard time grasping at the reality of your death.

Hey guys, I'm back. And I almost wish I wasnt.

#love #death #remember

Oct 2016 samantha page

Untitled

Oct 2016 samantha page

Aditi

Untitled

If you can't let go easily,
maybe you should be the one to have your bags ready;
packed with a spare ticket on you.

If you can't stop looking at the door that was closed,
maybe you should not have built one
and lived all your life in a home
with no doors and windows.

If the same wound of yours,
bleeds and bleeds,
and the pain never stops
maybe you should not have showed up the points
where you're most vulnerable.

if your skin is paper thin, keeping nothing out,
but never confining your lights in,
maybe you should not have befriended storms
people exhaling fumes.

If you delve in the emotions too deep,
and get high on how low you feel,
maybe you should not have been a poet at all.

If you never wanted to be a contradiction,
of hopeful eyes, tired smiles and an empty heart,
maybe you should have never been born as a human.

Sep 2016 samantha page

FORSAKEN

Sep 2016 samantha page

HED TRAMA

FORSAKEN

I explode on paper,
words stolen from tongues jaded,
Walkin through the bones of satan on roads paved in gold on bloodstained stones,
Quoting ravens,

Unchained vocals spoken through molten statements,
Cant contain the shine they hold on glowin pages,

My flow is hatred,
Found my place unknown with souls forsaken,
Amongst the ancients and shadowy faces,
Scorched and tainted,
Sent from the lowest places to translate the words from a foreign language,

Holdin the flame within,

became one With the mass of woes and anguish Transformed to greatness,

Decayed corrosion controlled and vanquished,
MY UNHOLY CREATED-

HED TRAMA™

Found my place in the shadows of this world