Sami - Hello Poetry

Sami Jan 2013

Feel free to constrict me
Steal my last breath,
Strike at me and
Wrap around me
When I least expect it.
Warm scales on my trembling skin
I promise it won't hurt.
I want it so bad.

Sami Jan 2013

Untitled

You cling to the clothes and hair
Of everyone who dares to touch you.
Puffs of white powder
Allowing people to write beautiful things
In solid form.
Leaving pieces of yourself behind
As evidence.

Sami Jan 2013

Over the Moon

Not even the birds chirping,
Nor the grass swaying
Can feel the inner warmth
I'm feeling
In this moment.
Just the moon.
'Cause her and I are right up close--
Just happy.

Sami Jan 2013

I Liked You Better

I'm tired of seeing you.
Whether I walk through the halls of my dreams
Or down the halls of reality
You're fiery appearance finds a way to make itself known to my senses.
You're familiar yet distant scent lingers in the air I walk through as we pass each other.
No words spoken anymore, no waves waved.
I don't usually ponder about my love for you anymore.
Just about how I abhor that "woman" you left me for.
...And how I liked you much better when you smoked.

Sami Nov 2012

You're Still My Missing Piece

They loved each other once.
You'd never guess though;
The way they walk past each other is as if
They've never met.
But for 6 years they were perfectly imperfect.
They fit like mis-matched jigsaw puzzle pieces,
But they were soggy, so somehow they fit just right.
Eventually the pair grew up and they dried out
And the pieces didn't quite fit the same anymore.
They were warped and damaged.
And when the pieces got pulled apart
They were torn.
So each piece of the puzzle had a part
Of the other piece stuck to it.
Fused together;
They couldn't be removed from one another,
No matter how hard anyone tried.
So maybe they still are fused.
Maybe they still love each other.
But no one will ever know.
Because no one really cares.
And no one ever asks.

Sami Oct 2012

Coming Down

If you ask me, blissfulness is completely overrated.
It's a feeling too close to excitement and being giddy,
Except it lasts way longer.
It can be a terrifying feeling.
You feel like you're flying.
And your feet don't feel like they're hitting the ground
When you walk down the street.
You're high.
And you're not in control.
And you can't imagine what life could be like
Without this wonderful sensation coursing through your veins.
And once the feeling is gone,
Your feet feel like cinderblocks on the pavement.
And all you want to do is sleep.
And colors seem less vibrant.
Jokes aren't as funny.
Hugs aren't as warm.
...No...I'd rather feel content.
I find it much more appealing to be
Not completely unhappy,
But not too happy either.
And to feel like myself.
And to be in control.

Sami Oct 2012

Marathon

I didn't love him because of his looks.
I know this because the whole time I knew him his face was covered
By a blanket of red bristle he took great pride in.
I fell in love with his soul
The window to which I could see through smiling hazel pools.
And when I think about it,
I mean really think about it,
It all happened in an instant.
Not the instant him and I met for the first time,
But the instant I realized he wouldn't let me run away from us.
I should have known though.
I should have kept running.
Because the instant I stopped?
Our roles were reversed.