Its seems like this love will never work
Feels like we're all happy
But deep down we're always hurt
I can't help you get away from your insecurities
You can't free me from my mind
But we Keep trying to move forward
Leaving all this **** behind

I'm trying to find me
You're looking for you
And we are trying to mend each other
And love each other too
And I know it's hard
When your past is so painful
And we react from our scars
But I would never blame you

Because I know how it feels
To be hurt by someone who never loved me.
But I try my best to move along and put it all above me
And I cried for some time but trust me it's all a phase
Please believe me when I tell you there will be better days

I'll take good care of your heart
If you take care of mine
And all the things you feel right now
Will get better over time .

so many are the songs we carry underneath our skin
but can we sing them loud enough to let the people in
We may not have a melody to sanctify each word
let not the noise of every day give bitterness a turn
there's so much black and white to see and ever more to claim
I can't imagine living life will render us the same
we can't be hiding every time we want to be alone
our lives are part of everything we've ever dared to know
and if our knowledge sets us free then let us share it all
no matter where we find ourselves in summer, spring or fall
the coldest days of winter may reflect the ice of time
but every moment frozen still becomes another rhyme
don't chase the seasons just because you know they're always there
for someone else is going to pretend you're not aware
and if your voice is given up another's will be born
with just as much propensity as once you had before
the hats have been created by the heads who never sleep
they only want to take away the way of life you seek

And so here it is:
My secrets, my fortune!
The untold treasure harbored within my mind--
impeccable wisdom, and tormented genius!

I come to find illumination
and write poems--
in such a fashion as this:

It is I,
with heart on my sleeve
where I cough and sneeze,
becoming mired and virulent--
utterly human and fraught
for the world to see.

The magician who empties his sleeves,
overturns his top hat,
shying off his smooth pallid gloves!

Lies down on stage,
in a pool of my own blood and *****,
retching, trembling, aching,

gasping for air
roasting under an inquisitive lonely spotlight
I stare into
with a distant and longing gaze--

Eyes vacuous,
bulbous in sick contortion bulging veins popping
cracked lips gaping mouth tongue waggling speaking in tongues
choking air and body trembling in hideous convulsions--

for what benefit have I,
to purport and distort myself
in such a fashion?

It is for the sake of humanity,
in the flagellation of the human conscience
as it queries further
into the ambiguous amorphous impalpable
dark matter of the universe--

it is for our sake,
our illumination,
that I retch, and I ache.

Take note.

Hello,

Lately my poetry has been shifting and taking new shapes. Instead of my typical, drawn-out style of editing and composing, I'm now limiting myself to the following rules:

1. Only write when you need to, and write as soon as you need to
2. Edit minimally - only three revisions per poem
3. Feel a lot.

Additionally, I've embarked on a journey to cope with loss, writing a total of 157 love poems (or rather, emotionally charged poems). The goal is that the final poem's completion will also bring the advent of my catharsis.

It's my hope that these vignettes will provide you an authentic and rough window into my own urban and dazzlingly hellish experiences.

All the best,
Sam

tomorrow's the day
i haven't seen them in a year
i can't see their faces clearly
they are going through the Fading

every memory does it
if you don't think about it enough
it starts to get duller
until you forget

only certain memories remain,
those you write down
or talk about often
although, sometimes, you don't have to