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 Jan 2013 Sami
Jessie Anna H
There is a stranger sleeping on your floor
but you wanted an artist.
Beautiful things aren't easy.

I am tamed, comfortable.
You are wild.  Smoke slips over my nose
when I think of you.  
Alcoholic sweat, fingers down my throat
and I am North,
northbound.
Ivy League meets the Yellow Rose.
 Jan 2013 Sami
BarelyABard
I have some bad news baby.
Writing in pencil wears thin
And a pen will just smear the words away.
You're angry and hurt.
Voices linger in their echos and your screams can't find a way to drown them out,
But shouting at an astroid won't make it turn tail and flee, so put on your gloves and grab something sharp.
The throats you may have to slit are only there to reload another round of insults.

Keep it up baby, get in my room and slide your dress off. Lets put that anger to some good use.
 Jan 2013 Sami
PK Wakefield
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 Jan 2013 Sami
PK Wakefield
it was milk again last night arms sweating teeth on edge and whole body steaming lathered in crocuses
 Dec 2012 Sami
VioletNova
23 Words
 Dec 2012 Sami
VioletNova
The world wanted to stop burning
but, our bodies supported
each stage of our shouted defense,
the room one wants to escape to.
 Dec 2012 Sami
Lucky Queue
Such
Pain
And loss
Potentially
Great hearts
Brilliant minds
Lost to this world
Far before their prime
My belly bleeds in sympathy
I feel as though punched in the gut
All my breath
Taken away by these
Horrendous actions of violence
Done to others far away and unknown to
Me, and mine but still so surreal, so so filthy,
And tainted by the lifeblood of the innocents and I
Can't help but
Cry for all those little ones
Murdered in cold blood, by a
Madman with a shotgun, but not at
All the hilarious kind the kind of madman who
Kills his own mother and so many little ones not yet even
Eleven, and many younger than that. Twenty seven human beings
Lost from this earth,
And yet another
Crazy lunatic set to
rest with his shotgun
This poem is concerning the massacre at an elementary school in connecticut yesterday (12/14/12). The new shape(originally shaped kind of like two sideways mountain peaks) is representative of the little ones' wishes. I just read an article that said the children were crying, and saying they just wanted Christmas.
 Dec 2012 Sami
Ronald D Lanor
Let’s teach one another
all the algorithms
of love.
We can balance
the chemistry
and learn each other’s
foreign languages.
We can walk down the hallways
of each other’s minds
and I can carry your literature.
I will learn the beat
to your music
and you can jot down notes
about the anatomy
of my heart.
Let’s meet in the
solitude of the library
so I can study your history
and
when the time is right,
we can explore the geography
of one another.
 Dec 2012 Sami
oh me oh my
They ask me if I still love you.

I blush, grin and say;

of course.

Why?

Because your eyes are of the most utter ocean blue,

but other days they're the currents of the stormy grey sea.

I see a current of salty water, deep, once blue, but now a faded grey.

I see a bundle of darkened grey clouds in the distance,

and the thunder rumbles from your irises,

and I hear it pound in the back of my mind.

I wonder if you knew.

I see a spark of lightening flash, only once in a while,

while you look at her.

My throat corrodes with bile.


She says she sees green demons lurking in the depth of my own ocean currents,

and I shrug.

What am I supposed to say?

I know you think about her.

Night and day.


The hardest part,

is a generic, old saying.

If you love them,

you let them go.

If they love you enough to stay,

or to come back,

you never let go.





But you haven't come back.
EDIT: Wow. Never expected this to blow up as big as it did. I thank you all so much!
EDIT: 2/15/14
i would say i never loved you, but that is a lie.
they say that your *first* love makes *you realize*, your first *love* wasnt really your first.
i pray for the day this happens.
*getting over you was the best thing i ever did.
and i did it for myself.*
so, one last:
*******.
you.***
EDIT: 9/14/14
i still hate you.
and you don't deserve her.
EDIT:   12/01/14
im sorry. you still arent
the same person
and neither is she.
but we all grow up.

EDIT
10/14/20
I was going through my bookmarks
on my old computer and found my old writings.
I just wanted to update this one last time to say things are better,
things are good. Thanks again for all the likes and comments.
 Nov 2012 Sami
Aaron Blair
Stardust
 Nov 2012 Sami
Aaron Blair
Some nights,
I dream of my father's fists,
or the blue-green color of his eyes
and how they watered,
became oceans,
when he'd had too much to drink.

There was a galaxy inside of him,
a great, gravitational mass.
He opened his mouth and swallowed worlds;
became a death-eater,
teeth biting down into a swollen black tongue.

When I was a fetus, I felt him pulling,
so I gnawed my way out of my mother's womb.
Covered in her blood, I met my adversary.
I dove into the sea to stare him down,
but could scarcely remember my amniotic swimming.

I drowned. My lungs filled
with the emptiness of space,
and for ages I floated, unmoored,
drifting by stars forever unimpressed with me.

One day, the universe will collapse,
time flying backwards toward its end.
I will see him as he was when he was new,
a stardust embryo not touched by awfulness.
I will know what it means to love.
 Nov 2012 Sami
Ghazal
The reason I don't wear makeup
Is that I don't want there to be
Anything on my face
That distracts you from Me.
And no, I don't look pretty
Buried beneath the layer
Of foundation and gloss.
Because then, I'm barely there.
Only when unadulterated, untouched,
Does my skin look perfect,
Adorned with the best rouge there is-
Which is, my Self.
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