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1.2k · Dec 2017
Some Nights
Michelle Samson Dec 2017
Some nights I prefer reading a book,
indulging myself in a nonexistent world,
rather, a nonexistent universe
where you and i were never cursed

Some nights I prefer solitude,
in the comfort of my home,
with nothing but a glass of wine
and you, running on my mind

Some nights there I lay,
on the cold ground,
trying to mend myself though I know
you're the only one that could

Some nights I wish
that there are no more wishes
nor prayers I could pray
just so you would stay.

some nights.
889 · Sep 2017
reflection
Michelle Samson Sep 2017
Ang lingid sa kaalaman,
Ngiting pinta sa larawan,
Ay balot ng kalungkutan
na mahirap unawaan

mapaglubid ng buhangin,
ang mata at ang pagtingin,
sa nabasag na salamin
unti-unting uukitin.
one of my tagalog works; actually this was our assignment in Filipino lol
791 · Apr 2017
Fate
Michelle Samson Apr 2017
maybe it's her smile,
that keeps me entertained for awhile
maybe it's the way she twists her hair,
and she's unaware

maybe it's the way she walks,
or the way she talks
maybe it's the way her eyes sparkle,
or when she's startled
maybe it's the way she wriggles her nose,
or the small tantrums she throws


there may be a million reasons,
why i feel something burn inside
the moment her name slips from my mouth,
or the moment her hand brushes mine

but it'll always be simply because
she exists the same time as I do
and nothing will ever compare
to the unfathomable coincidence I call 'fate'
when I met you.
696 · Feb 2018
11:59 pm
Michelle Samson Feb 2018
it's 11:59 and im wondering
what tomorrow would bring
all i know is that i love you
with no hesitations, no doubts
i'll love you even
with our nonsensical spouts
i'll love you even
when i find it hard to love myself
'i'll love you even
when the time comes
that you'll find it hard to love me
because i love you
for you're you
and that's all i need.
653 · Sep 2017
:)
Michelle Samson Sep 2017
:)
Sometimes I'm sick of apologizing,
when I'm the one hurting
Sometimes I'll take the blame
To keep the flame burning

But love isn't a game to keep score
of who took and gave more,
love is the small things you do
to keep the smiles in his face,
and keeping him from feeling blue

But love sometimes fades like colors,
likes sunsets that once painted the skies,
like footprints that leave marks in the sand,
like cuts that leaves mangled scars
585 · Apr 2017
Beauty
Michelle Samson Apr 2017
there are no other ways to say,
there are no other ways but to pray,
that maybe sometime, someday,
when the sun and moon collides,
neither has to go up, nor go down
time would pause,
and my smile would wipe off your frown.
your mellifluous voice soothes my longing,
each word uttered is but a harmony,
your warmth that traps your ethereal beauty,
the breath from your lips escaping.
523 · Jul 2017
H.T (Our Times)
Michelle Samson Jul 2017
I remember the moment my eyes caught a glimpse,
Of a colorful smile in a monochromatic world of mine.
I remember how your eyes were tired,
But your face lit up and your lips said otherwise.

I remember the moment your hand brushed against mine,
It’s as if your world collided with mine for a split second,
And I wanted to stop time.

Happy wasn’t even a word I could best describe,
The feeling I had ever since you came into my life.
I felt a spark of hope in the darkness of my night,
A ray of sunshine in a storm that gave fright.

You brought light in the darkest parts of my mind,
You were the stars that lit up beside the shining moonlight.
You were the calm before the storm,
The first leaf that falls in an autumn day.

But I saw how your eyes glistened under the moonlight,
Praying that someone someday might love you more than I.
I never thought a heart could easily break,
That even a touch so fragile can shatter it

Maybe love wasn’t for me, and I wasn’t for you.
Maybe fate entangled our paths, but I was never meant for you.
tried to write this in hsu taiyu's point of view.
480 · Jul 2017
IA M NO TOK AY
Michelle Samson Jul 2017
If I held the rope tightly would I prevent myself from falling in an empty void with nothing but the cold wind biting through my skin in an endless battle with myself that I am very much aware I would never win? I wanted to save myself, but I guess I held on the wrong rope. It was wrapped around my neck like how all my problems wrapped up every fiber of my being. I held on the wrong rope.
465 · Feb 2018
Please.
Michelle Samson Feb 2018
Please tell her you love her
like you've never told her before
Please tell her you need her
more than anything in this world.
idk man
Michelle Samson May 2018
please don't say i'm not alone
when it's the middle of the night
and my tears won't stop falling
and i feel the weight of my chest
hearing nothing but my own silent cries

please don't say i'm not alone
when no one's there to listen
and i still crave for your presence
when i should've known better:
that you'll never be here
397 · Jul 2017
Self-love & Love
Michelle Samson Jul 2017
To love life—to love it even when the sun chooses not to shine over the darkest places of our minds, to love it even when we fathom the unfathomable, even when your heart spills nothing but sadness, your chest feeling heavier than it had ever been, to love it even when everything grows to be unbearable and you slowly dissipate into the vast emptiness. You begin to ponder how you would save yourself, how you would pick up the fragments of what had shattered inside. The mirror in front of you revealed the scars of yesterday, the possible bruises of tomorrow, but it never obstructed the idea of looking at yourself. Self-love and love, itself, is what keeps me going.
370 · May 2018
happiness
Michelle Samson May 2018
you said i was your happiness
and it was all I could give
and maybe i gave too much
until you decided to leave
347 · Apr 2018
;
Michelle Samson Apr 2018
;
from the moment our eyes met
piercing through each soul
as if we knew each other already,
i never regretted it

from the moment our hands intertwined
the feeling was subtle and familiar
as if you were my only home
i would never run away from

from the moment our lips made art
as words escaped from it
whispering 'i love you's,
i meant all of it.
343 · Apr 2017
And I Did.
Michelle Samson Apr 2017
they said everything would be better if i smiled,
and i didn't.
they said everything would be better if i cried,
and i didn't.
they said everything would be better if i tried,
and i didn't.
they said a lot of things would change if i died,
and i did.
332 · Dec 2017
Untitled.
Michelle Samson Dec 2017
As I lay here in my bed, thinking
questions left lingering on my head,
here I am still hoping,
can I still save what we once had?
326 · Apr 2017
Random
Michelle Samson Apr 2017
Another page has turned,
The last chapters were burned,
The past is nothing but the past,
The present is what needs to last.

At the tip of my tongue,
Lost lyrics my heart had sang,
It never longed for the ache,
I never longed for it to break.

Teach my heart, it’s yours to keep.
With words that sweep me off my feet.
Teach my heart, it’s yours to keep.
With your soul who awaken mine from sleep.
298 · Jul 2017
rmc;
Michelle Samson Jul 2017
I love how your eyes glimmer beneath the starry night,
How your lips stammer when the freezing wind bites,
How your words are melodies I’ve been longing to hear,
How your warm embrace slowly dissipates my fears.

I’ve always wanted to find the right words to describe you,
Little by little they charmingly haunt me,
But they quickly dissolve into emptiness,
As words are never enough to elucidate your beauty.

I am not in love with what could’ve been,
I am not in love with what should’ve been,
I am in love with what we’ve been,
I am in love with what we would still be.

— The End —