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Samuel Oct 2013
I crafted a painting to
hang on that wall of yours

Someday you'll take it down
and think of me
Samuel Mar 2011
I don't know what to say
Except that things are changing
All too well

We are not the people who once cried over ridges in our skin
We are not the same fools
I am not the person who karate chopped the head off the snowman
I am not he who is long gone

Too many flies buzzing in my head
Can't get myself to bed
Am I better off dreaming?
Am I better off dead?
Cease your breathing
And rise

Rise up to the forbidden
Reveal what you have hidden
And find what you have within
That lovely soul of yours

CRASH
              BAM
                       CRUNCH
                                         BOOM
                                                      SPLAT.­
My heart spasms on the table
Beside the silver and behind the fish
Serving up not a stew but
An invitation
A solemn mockery of it all
Why shouldn't you
         Do me a favor and
         Toss it out with the evening trash
Awaken me the next morning?

We don't tolerate trouble here.
Samuel Apr 2012
your words make me
ache as far as a torch
stretched between murky-
blank pages

do not wait to scrawl your
truths until heavy resignation
creeps over my head like
a dark shawl

do not wait -
                         - I miss
                         everything and nothing
                         and (god
                         **** it)

the philosopher was right in
assuming a search for completion
leads only to a sort of frustrated
compassionate silence,
                                           so
                                      tired of being tired of growing
                                      weary with assumptions,
                                      mad libs of the spirit, only
                                      fill in the line with whatever
                                      you dream might be,  


              no


let me know you, the real
uncensored and true
(I can love) you

I feel like a child being spelled at
to keep the F-I-L-I-B-U-S-T-E-R for
adult ears only but even though
I admit the fact
                           - I know next to nothing
my heart desperately
wishes to know
you, everything.
Samuel Aug 2012
I always brush my teeth
before I kiss your picture
Samuel Jan 2012
It's late is it late
          already when the floor smells like cinnamon and
       welcomes you softly then refuses to let you up
                            and fire climbs streetlamps sheds
                                      orange-red light on this scene
Did you catch the
           entrance of our heroine by the stair
                 with patented uncertainty
                                 mystery's mark upon the air
                                           we breathe so
                                                       casually
I couldn't tear my eyes away
         wouldn't miss it for the world the
                       one I like to be in every
                             once and again
Samuel Feb 2012
Sock-less in the winter turned
spring for fear of
                  freezing over

      every inch of
          things you treasured and
  couldn't wait to leave behind

              just months to go and
still
no snow-white to
build upon blazes
that come with new faces
and
kindle friendships as
roads are
dubbed exceedingly dangerous

time is a friend to those who
tri-p-let their way to the flatness of
it all, world and walls waiting
for a




break in the traffic


waiting for a sunspot in the year's
star mural,
                    wandering in parking
                    lots where people hint at that
mysterious intersection of dreams
and the sensory
Samuel Nov 2012
Heavy breath, light
spirits
        as if my mind has at last
recognized the implications of not
   moving
           and decided to love and
                        love again.
Samuel Jan 2011
Words etched in my memory
Set free amidst a cloud of feel-good vibe
That was the plan all along

to cast off the chains
ignore the blades
(they've kissed your skin enough)
and feel good

My psych textbook attributes any and all good feelings
To our need as people to belong to something
But we hold ourselves on too high a platter
And forget that there is more out there than ourselves
To belong is not necessarily to other people
To belong is to an idea
To belong is to a word
To belong is to your world
To belong is to the roads less traveled
To belong is to the path worn down
To belong is to the bustling city
To belong is to the smallest town
We are no different, no different at all from
The beings we look down upon and slaughter at whim

A greater purpose is needed.
Sam Dickinson 2011
Samuel Sep 2012
Thoughtful, happy folk around
a campfire, making music in-
between the stars in their eyes
and those above
This summer. There must be a tour.
Samuel Sep 2017
I have reduced my life
to voices and pictures

hard to see what
comes next
Samuel Nov 2010
If only wishes came true.
I know they do sometimes become reality, but personally I consider that to be nothing more than chance
I guess what I'm after is

If my wish had substance
If I could ask for something right now
And be certain that it would be

I would wish

I had the courage to tell you what I thought of your smoking and your drinking before it led you to where you are now

Maybe I could have stopped it.

I would wish

I told you how much you meant to me, had that conversation with you before the world fell apart for you

Maybe you would still be here.

I would wish

These wishes had the power to change something.
Sam Dickinson
Samuel Jan 2012
just get out of here
          flame on and up and out
    
                   go on

it's not like life is a card game and
we're all death's aces
                no
                   we all lose or we
         all win, depending on your philosophy
                             in the end

      hurry up and let's get out of here
                                   this chapter is far too long
                   time to start ripping out pages
Samuel Aug 2011
never sleep
don't want to waste a second

life is a blur and
                     then it ends
  so

<

never fade
         never fade
                 never fade
                       never fade
                 never fade
         never face
never fade
         never fade
                 never fade
                       never fade
                 never fade
         never fade
never fade

     stop that you're doing

     stop fading
Samuel Sep 2012
You've gone and gotten a new
coat now, and why?

the old one was just fine.

with its patchwork holes and
zipped up stories (never would
tell) it might be

less exciting to wear out and
about perhaps, but far more
comfortable
Samuel Jan 2012
Speak
       to me I'm
    sleeping away what's
   left of the day and
           there's been nothing better
          since I've known so
and even though
       I find it fairly new I
                  really like you.
Samuel Sep 2011
Say your goodbyes
       pack the door closed
       spread your wheels
                                                                                          and fly off
  
     dreaming of yesterday
                       working for tomorrow
      for a whole new time
                        a whole new you
      as unknown fades to familiar
                        and you sharpen a pencil
      to ****** the words ahead
Just finished all my college applications! Exciting stuff.
Samuel Sep 2011
The face that passes before your eyes
Is it mine that plagues you so?
Oh to condemn its actions and wander
A featureless phantom
Lest you be troubled
Samuel Aug 2011
I'm a night owl when I think
           usually I sleep soundly when I don't
Samuel Mar 2011
History may repeat itself
But tonight is a stake in the ground of time
Rooted in the day
Never to grow old

"We will never have tonight again"
Leave no thoughts unvoiced
Say whatever you are thinking
No regrets

After all, open forums are tough to come by
And here exists one
For a short while
So speak your mind

Invite all the elephants
Into the room
Indulge
"We will never have tonight again"

Find the words
You thought were impossible
But the world needs them
But I need them
But you need them

And there will be no more perfect timing
No second chances
There is only tonight
And the weight that needs not
Rest upon your shoulders
This poem is dedicated to Jennifer Post and a night of moonbeams and conversation.
Samuel Nov 2012
Your hand reaches down
like a thousand raindrops to
outline my tired skin
Samuel Dec 2010
Questing after perfection
never for a moment thinking
(it's not even a possibility)

the now
could be everything?

Change.
Samuel Mar 2011
Nights like that one
Remind me
I'm no one special

I may sweat over song lyrics
Analyze chord progressions
And spend more time with my notebook
Than the average person will

But at the end of the day
I'm just like any other teenage guy
Trying to work up sufficient courage
To kiss the girl he likes goodnight
Samuel Apr 2011
It is early
And the day is not ready to begin
But we force it to anyhow

Why pause for a second
When you could be accomplishing something
You know how things are
How people become
Either what they wanted or
A socially acceptable polar opposite

Listen to the elder
Innate is the desire for concrete expression
That is to say
A medium that one may reflect upon

Our populations at large have masked this need
Supplementing it with a salary or material goods
This is false fulfillment

This is false fulfillment
And will leave you hollow
And cold.
Samuel Aug 2012
Echoes of dreams of the thinking that
lifted soft fingers from opening scenes
Samuel Aug 2012
smokey eyes come
my way into the pages, come

let me listen to your heart and
match time in the forest
Samuel Mar 2012
Who are you waiting for
out on that branch of yours?
                waiting to take the first step on the
                        whispered way home
please be patient, you've
   painted your soul into my heart and
                     I'm letting you deeper
         chiseling candlelight, feeling time
             swirl around me, getting
     so beautifully lost in one day, one
                             day after another
Let me know your thoughts by way of a comment :)
Samuel Mar 2012
throb through my veins
free between atmospheres
music burrowed in much
too deep to ever
bleed out
Samuel Mar 2012
A challenge for
most people, looking
into the eyes of another
for ten whole minutes

but there is so much
I can see within your
colors, your soft
airy connection as if an
examination of my
soul deemed it a perfect
fit for your own
and our trial
run of five counts to
sixty was through
in a blink

Thunder hearts, rainstorm
breath, lightning smiles
Share yourself (thoughts included)
Samuel Sep 2012
Save the date just
for breathing

no walls, both
open
Odd
Samuel May 2011
Odd
Fake wood on all these tables
Beautiful grains ebbing and flowing
Across a deep brown
It's all fake, didn't someone tell you?
A sticker, an assumed truth that peels off like dead skin
Proven later to be nothing close
To true woods

Sugar stings as much as salt
Poured in an open wound, if not more
Best to let it air dry, kissed by the sun
And not corruptible lips
And not corruptible lips

Stifled memories, memorized faces
Pop up at the strangest times
And assault with swords strung from quotes
Points of color that break the skin
Let it alone now
Let it alone
Samuel Feb 2013
When I lap like green-gray waves at rocks grown
    tired of holding themselves upright, collapsed into
          weary sand that props toes like a damp pillow

And you breeze, clouds tasting raindrops like children
    forever adrift, sailing between future hopes that shine
               through dark blue sky like candle-flame eyes

Our worlds collide in a marriage of foam and spray
                 harmony at its finest
Samuel Sep 2011
It will be strange to see you again
after so much time
has meddled with us both, it
Will be strange to sing with you
now that we're both in chorus
and know what we're doing
more-so than we did two years ago, it
will be strange but
We are not strangers, and
I look forward to the day
Samuel Jan 2010
Fishing for a soul
Glimpsed her once, a time since past
Never have I seen her since
My lines are tangled; I am my own doubt
I'm fishing for a soul, emptiness is my name
Until the day I see her again.
Samuel Dec 2012
each breath fills me to the brim like a
    pitcher of pure sunshine

   ribs
        e x p a n d i n g

                if I do break, it will be
            with the biggest smile on my face
Samuel Aug 2012
I saw you in the clouds today
A wispy summer hide-away
Tonight I've nothing else to say
I saw you in the clouds today

This afternoon I felt your hand
It made me tremble where I stand
Dreaming daylight, waking man
This afternoon I felt your hand

(In early hours I miss you most)
Out from the distance, growing close
I miss your heat, I miss your nose
(In early hours I miss you most)

One day soon we will be there
Together in the crackling air
And maybe all we'll do is stare, but
One day soon we will be there
Just for you, Sarah :)
Samuel Dec 2012
we'll build a fire tonight
     welding your heart
              and mine
Samuel Apr 2012
velvet stains, sawgrass breath of junebugs over again
having a go at a "one stroke"
Samuel Mar 2013
I do not have
time for the
   harvest moon
   tonight
Samuel Aug 2011
I'm better on my own
I'm best on my own
   It's best to be on your own
     I'm better on my own
Samuel Jan 2011
I can't risk it
I won't let myself
Put myself through all that **** again
I won't.

What?

You don't believe me?

...

It's how I look at you, isn't it.
The hope.

I didn't think it would show so plainly on my face.
Never wanted it to.

I suppose now that is has you expect me to explain myself
I refuse.

well, maybe just a little.

I parallel myself to the man who drowns on a boat in a freshwater lake
Surrounded by love
And somehow distanced from it.

I have grown to slap the hand that reaches for the water
And that hand has learned to remain
hidden.

I am a lost soul who speaks in metaphors because the truth would hurt you
and God knows I don't want that
Playing with words, toying with a melody
It keeps me sane.

So if a glance slipped out from within
I apologize

It won't happen again.
Sam Dickinson 2011
Samuel Aug 2011
[Orange]

It's nice to meet you I
See you're smiling am
I funny?

We only have a short while before
I must go so let's converse let's take
Advantage of this new friendship why
Don't you say something?

Your hair is well-brushed I must
Say you look exquisite

I guess I'm alright for an orange
Samuel Aug 2011
[Orange]

Plastic eyes cannot see me
Plastic ears cannot hear me, plastic
Tongue cannot taste me

Bitter rind is protection
For sweet tangy juicy but
Plastic does not benefit cold
                   Dry air inside

We both are almost alive, I
am dying while you project life's
Illusion for reasons best left unknown

I will rot before I gather dust.
A new series I'm starting about an Orange and a Doll.
Samuel Aug 2011
[Doll]

I wish I could speak these
Lips will not move I am
At the mercy of all who know me

At least you will crumble I
Endure fur hundreds of years
Forgotten and alone with
My thoughts

I am locked in a porcelain mausoleum.
Samuel Oct 2012
This is a
waste of time, all my
thoughtful pretending

and I seldom allow
myself to recognize who
I want to be, surrounded by
strings, a silently persisting
taboo future
Samuel Sep 2011
A log
sitting
on a
man
gets
up
Samuel Dec 2012
I'll make it real
         someday
Samuel Jul 2012
Moments like kindling led to these
shimmering sparks, weightless like
breath set deep into hands

And ease pouring through two
bodies, the sense of which
cannot be silenced so
long as the other exists in
the world.
Samuel May 2010
Passion burns within me
But is quelled by the overwhelming hand of reality
Why should it be?
Generations of my ancestors conformed to this reality
Why not make our own?
Passion kept in check is sad indeed
Rather, it should roam free, voiced through words
To come to a better understanding of it
A lion, chained in a cage
All you can see is one mighty paw desperately
Reaching out
Do you know the lion? No.
All you can know is that one paw, and however
Beautiful it is, it cannot compare to the whole creature
I understand your point, we need to conform
In some situations
But as for us, let's make our own
Private savannah, where nothing is too open
Nothing is too crazy
And we begin to know the lion
Bite off the hand of reality, and spit it out
Quite honestly, it tastes bad.
Copyright 2010 by Samuel Dickinson
Samuel Sep 2014
reciprocal patter, the rain and window
     gather resolve, together birth a drop

to swell down and
join the others
Out
Samuel Aug 2011
Out
It's not very hard to see where you've been
Just follow your footsteps through every trash can
And pick up the dust and pack up the sins
And leave so I'll find my way home
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