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Consider her gone
Because, she cannot trust you
She gave you everything
But, you never appreciated anything
Her heart was there
She was always sincere
Walking away from you
Is the best thing for her to do
The Christmas season
Is the reason
For everyone is in a state of elation
Upon this special occasion
Filled with gifts and great cheer
It is once again that time of the year
Sitting near the yuletide log
Sipping on some good ol' egg nog
They asked me what I want for christmas,
I told them I wish for silence,
but that is an impossible desire,
that one cannot acquire.

They looked at me confused,
they couldn't comprehend,
silence is not something
a human can command.

You can silence people,
you can silence the entire world,
but voices in your head will stay,
you will forever be their prey.
The flowers are wilted,
and so is my soul,
what once was pretty,
lingers no more.
She is a cold wind
Glistening white glacial skin
Full of separation and crystals
ice , blue black sky , and thin

Thin lips penguin straight
uttering crisp words of fate
Frozen breath and heart
she invades your open gate

Gate swings by force
Her will of course
And you shiver . . . fear ?
As your voice grows coarse .

Coarse by Par
you can't get far
As you wish to be away
But she's trapped your star

Star , comets , galaxies too
You are captured  due
To the black whole Sum
that has captured you
Death will come one day
Till then live to the fullest
You wont live again.
 Dec 2015 Sam Y Starlight
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•i found truth
in a saying i read•that we
start dying the day we were born
•not from life inflicted wounds from
which we've bled•not from illness or
disease that would have us torn •we
only live and breathe upon borrowed
sand•because we age; because we are
but mortal•it's only up to ourselves to
be mediocre or grand• what we'll be at
the end is consequential• it'll matter not
if we won popularity polls• or what riches
over which we covet and fuss•when asked, "for
whom does the bell toll?"
•look in the mirror for it tolls
••••••••
•••••


                                          ­    for no one...
                                                          ­            but for us
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Concrete Poem 26 of 30

Inspired by Metallica's "For Whom the Bell Tolls".

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