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Woken by a pain, I should no longer feel,
still nursing old wounds, that refuse to heal.
And in the cold, dim light of day,
I know I'll always, feel this way.
But thought I try, I can't make things right,
I still miss my angel, every night.
If Love is shorthand
for Fool...
I have no
hands.
 Apr 2016 Samuel Hesed
Ree Bunch
My world is depriving me of oxygen;
as you parade around with your new girl,
and I receive pity stares from friends.
I play unconcerned ‘til I get home,
then I showcase all of my sadness
with my pen, paper and nonstop tears.
I’m going to use you as my muse
to tell you to go ***** yourself, poetically.
When it's over, but you still have those **** feelings when you see him with someone new!
I am done being used
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Love* exists beyond the boundaries of words
It is a feeling greater than the single syllable that speech allows
Why must we seek declarations of affection to validate its actuality?
Language is meant to communicate, not to confirm one’s emotions
Proclaiming your adoration for another does not make it any more real than it was before
Do not confine yourself to the limits of vocabulary
Let the feeling live within you and convince others of its truth
by demonstrating that you care.
Show it, don't say it
 Apr 2016 Samuel Hesed
S Renay
They go on to love
Love the skin
That is not theirs.
Love the
Slumbering Curls
Of frail
Hair.
Splattered freckles across
Shoulders and chests.
The Market is grudgingly open.
Transactions take
Place without the
Clerk behind the register.
Reaching into the depths of the freezer
Returning with the
Morning ****.
They love
Merely because
They want to eat.
 Apr 2016 Samuel Hesed
Esther
Yesterday’s integrity is lost
To the shrewd entry of today,
With all its hopeful blandness
Sinking into my skin as the sun rises
Ever so gently along the broken horizon
Where vultures escape the peril
Of the murderous day and hide in caves-
Away from the hungry pecking of
So many people in too many places,
As the sky seeks to triangulate
The presence of time within the confined space
Of the undynamic maze of man
As he moves gallingly through the elements
Past my drowsy numbness in the early hours
Magnetized into the dull thumping
Rhythms of action we all anticipate;
Estimating concepts I could never
For the life of me, regurgitate.
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