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Sam S Mar 5
I don’t want silence, I don’t want space,
I want sticky fingers and a messy place.
I want tiny shoes lined up by the door,
Giggles and whispers and toys on the floor.

I want late-night cuddles, a toddler’s embrace,
A partner to love, to grow old face to face.
To sit on a porch swing, gray hair in the breeze,
Our grandkids all laughing, climbing our knees.

So where is this life? Is it waiting for me?
Or will I just dream it and let it go free?
Sam S Apr 4
Choose places where your spirit feels seen,
where smiles rise before you speak,
and silence isn’t heavy with judgment.
That’s where your soul rests.

Take the longer road.
The one with curves,
pauses,
moments of stillness.
It teaches more.
It lasts longer.

One summit is only a step
toward the next.
Keep walking.
Keep wondering.
The journey never ends…
and that’s the beauty of it.

If the path ahead is unclear,
don’t turn back.
Some of the best things
can’t be seen from the start.
Surprise lives there.
So does growth.

Be mindful of your garden.
Your peace is soil.
Don’t let chaos plant roots
where calm is trying to grow.

Joy is not found in the finish.
It grows in the in-between,
in footsteps without applause,
in becoming without needing to be seen.
Sam S Oct 2024
In a world full of noise,
We find the ones whose crazy
mirrors our own.
Not to silence the wolf inside,
Not to calm the madness,
But to make us feel whole—alive.
Sam S Nov 2024
Alone with thoughts that spin and bind,
Prisoner of an anxious mind.
Worried of change, afraid to start,
Seeking a match to calm the heart.

For all we long for is someone near,
To build us up, to make things clear—
A shared embrace, a bond that’s true,
To lift each other and see it through.

For bonds can heal, but wounds remain,
A tender dance of joy and pain.
Yet through the storm, we rise, we find,
A peace within the restless mind.
Sam S Sep 2024
What version of you will rise today?
In a month, a year—who will you be?
There will be many, shifting like seasons.
But which will you craft with intention?
Will it be better, as we all change,
Or will you let the tides decide your fate?
Sam S Jan 10
Ironic, isn’t it,
To be seen by so many,
Eyes upon your every move,
A window to the world,
Yet a door locked shut.

A false sense of connection,
More friends than ever before,
Likes that flood your screen,
But how many really know
The you behind the mask?

Fingers swipe, messages blur,
An endless stream of faces,
Yet in the quiet moments,
Who remains?
Who hears the whispers of your soul?

So hold to hope, and trust the few,
Who see the world beyond the view,
For in their hearts, you’ll find a place,
Of genuine warmth, a true embrace.
Never have we been so connected, yet so disconnected. In a world where digital presence often replaces genuine interaction.
Sam S Apr 17
Scroll, post, repeat the trend,
A pose, a pout … a means to an end.
Skin like scroll bait, soft and bare,
Hoping strangers might just care.

A thousand eyes, a thousand hearts,
Double taps like modern art.
But how many linger past the frame?
How many even know your name?

They see the curve, the light, the tease,
But not the scars, the silent pleas.
Not the nights you cried alone,
Not the ache behind your phone.

Why unwrap your soul so quick,
Bare your body, click by click?
Validation’s empty prize …
Echoed praise in shallow skies.

Is it power, is it pain?
A fleeting high that fades again.
Do you crave to be adored,
Or feel what love once felt before?

What’s the cost of all that showing,
If they don’t care where you’re going?
If they just stop for a glance …
Not a thought, not a chance.

You are not a canvas for their gaze,
Not here to earn or seek their praise.
You are the artist, not the art,
A whole **** world, a beating heart.
Paint your worth in your own hue …
No filter needed to show what’s true.
Part 2
Sam S Apr 7
They say there’s a ghost in the pond.
Big as a dog, orange like fire,
wears a face that’s not its own…
a mask of stone and fury.

But it’s no ghost.
It’s a goldfish.
One they flushed,
or forgot,
or never believed in
when it was small.

It lived in glass.
Fed crumbs of care.
Until the world cracked open,
and water poured wide.
The fish swam free…
and became itself.

Now it rules the pond.
Not with teeth,
but with power.

The koi step aside.
The shadows watch it pass.
Because this goldfish
learned how to grow.

Not a ghost.
Not a warning.
Just a goldfish
who outgrew
everything they gave him.
Sam S Dec 2024
Wisdom rises from the ashes
Of every fire you’ve walked through.
Each flame, a trial; each ember, a lesson,
Etched deep into the core of who you are.

Your scars shine like constellations,
Mapping the paths you’ve burned to survive.
In every wound, there is strength;
In every pain, a quiet power blooms.

Do not fear the flames that come again;
They cannot break you as they did before.
This time, you’ll walk through the fire—
Not to escape,
But to be reborn.
Sam S Sep 2024
I’ve chained the beast, but still it breathes,
Its whispers soft, like coals beneath.

In silence, I keep the monster still,
But wonder—does it break my will?
Does peace erode the flame I keep,
Or sharpen it within the deep?

There’s beauty in this quiet war,
A dance with rage I can’t ignore.
And though I lock the beast away,
Its shadow stains the light of day.
Sam S Oct 2024
Across the boundless tapestry of time,
I have wandered through forgotten ages,
Shrouded in myriad guises,
Each existence a thread woven into an eternal fabric,
Circling endlessly, always seeking resolution.

Every life, a fleeting echo,
A delicate brushstroke on the canvas of eternity,
A dance in the vast cosmic symphony,
Reaching for a union so profound—
Yet slipping away, like mist before the dawn.

I have carried the weight of centuries,
The ache of memories etched deep in my bones,
Trapped in the cyclical dance of transient meetings,
Glimmering for a moment
Before dissolving into the shadows.
Sam S Sep 2024
Like leaves that drift and scatter,
Time may mist and muddle—
Faces blur, places shift—
But do memories truly fade?
Sam S Feb 13
The sun still shines, the breeze still calls,
The rain still taps, the silence falls.
And when the moment feels just right,
The petals burst, a gift to sight.

The seed has slept, the world has spun,
The waiting game is nearly done.
The petals stretch, the colors gleam,
Awakening from winter’s dream.

It did not rush, it did not break,
It bloomed when time was sure to take.
A lesson whispered through the air—
Some things must wait to grow so fair.

The soil cradles the seed,
the seed cradles a secret.

It knows it can bloom.
Knows the sun will greet it,
the rain will nourish it,
the bees will come.

Yet still,
it waits.

Because blooming is not just survival—
it is choosing to step into the light.
Sam S Dec 2024
Look at you, towering high,
Rooted deep beneath the sky.
Ancient limbs, your secrets told,
Whispering tales as years unfold.
Hug A Tree
Sam S Nov 2024
Fear
The first dark breath we take,
a shadow that grows as we learn its name.
It lives in quiet corners,
where thoughts echo back our doubts,
and we wonder—are we truly alone?

Afraid of what’s lost, afraid to hold on,
we spin in loops of overthought,
making prisons from our own doubts.
How strange it is to long for touch,

to carry the weight of endless what-ifs,
a reel of past and future fears,
afraid to step forward, afraid to let go.

But somewhere beyond this haze of worry,
beyond the walls we’ve built so high,
a light breaks through, soft and true.
And deep down I know, one day I’ll find you—
So I can say, I got you;
everything’s gonna be okay.
Fear—
why do we let it grow?
Born without, yet taught to know,
Of futures that might never be,
Shadowed by what we cannot see.
Sam S Mar 8
You know that feeling?
The weight of words unsaid,
of pages paused mid-sentence,
of stories that never found their end.

We left the ink to settle,
the lines still carved in quiet space.
Not erased, not spoken—
just waiting in the in-between.

You swore the tide never pulled you in,
that the fire never warmed your skin.
Yet echoes stay, they don’t erase—
some truths remain, though left unnamed.

Some moments slip like sand,
some ghosts refuse to fade.
And silence, though it speaks in whispers,
still knows the words we never said.
Sam S Sep 2024
Woke up with the sunrise, chasing time again
Every breath we take is a line we can’t amend
There’s a fire in the distance, flickering in the night
Reminding me that nothing’s ever promised in this life

So take my hand, let’s run into the unknown
Feel the wind, hear the earth in every tone
We’re only here for a heartbeat, so let’s make it last
Before the sky turns to ashes and the moments pass

Hold every moment, don’t let it slip away
Tomorrow’s not promised, so let’s live for today
We’re echoes of time, we’re the souls that remain
In the spaces between, we can break every chain
So hold every moment, while the stars still align
Embrace every heartbeat, let it pulse with the divine

I’ve seen faces fade, watched love drift apart
But in every broken piece, there’s a brand-new start
We’re the stories we carry, the lessons we learn
Every bridge that we cross is a flame that we burn

So take the risk, let’s dive into the deep
For in the darkest waters, we find truths we keep
The seconds we waste, they won’t ever return
But the love that we give is the fire we yearn

We’ll never stop learning, we’ll never stop growing
In every connection, there’s a piece of us glowing
No matter how fleeting, we’ll carry it through
In the end, it’s the love that defines what we do

In every fleeting second, there’s a lifetime inside
So hold every moment, we’re the flames that never die
I’ll leave this little reminder here for the future me—to not forget the value of every moment and the importance of living fully.
Sam S Mar 1
If only I could bottle time,
hold it still, make it mine.
Catch the days before they pass,
pour them slow like a hourglass.
Sam S 5d
I am strung across the stars,
a filament of many,
a thread of light
looped through every door.

In one world, I speak,
in another, I swallow my words.
One where I dance in the fire,
one where I run.

Each possibility hums
like distant thunder
in the fabric of now.
Each version flickers
in the space I do not see.

They are not lost,
only uncollapsed,
only waiting.

To look too closely
is to pin the moment down,
but to surrender
is to hear the whole symphony.

I reach for none
and learn to let go.
I do not have to choose,
because somewhere
in the tangle of what could be
I already am
true.
Sam S 3d
One day…
I’m going to know.

Your birthday.
Your middle name.
Where you were born.
Your star sign.
Your parents’ names.

I’ll know
how old you were when you rode a bike for the first time,
how your grandparents passed,
how many pets you’ve loved and lost.

I’ll know your eye colour,
your scars,
your freckles,
your laugh lines,
and the birthmarks you forget are there.

I’ll know your favourite book,
the movie you’ve watched a hundred times,
your go-to sweets,
your comfort food,
your shoes worn thin,
your favourite colour,
the song that feels like you.

I’ll know
why you’re awake at 3am,
where you were when you realised you lost a friend,
why you picked up the razor,
and how you found the strength
to put it down
before it went too far.

I’ll know your dreams.
Your fears.
Your secret wishes.
Your first heartbreak.
Your dream wedding.
Your wounds from those closest to you.

I’ll know your strengths,
your softness,
your lazy Sunday moods,
your electric energy,
your swirling, shifting emotions.

I’ll know your bad habits.
The way you fidget.
Your stroppy pout.
Your ****** expressions.
And your laugh—
my favourite song.

I’ll know
how you chew,
how you drink,
how you walk,
how you sleep,
how you kiss.

I’ll know how you feel
without a word.
I’ll know you’re crying
without a tear falling.

And once you let me in—
And I let you—
We’ll see everything.

You say you want this.
But tell me—
are you ready to see me too?

Because I’m going to know it all.
From top to bottom.
Inside out.
From listening,
from sharing,
from watching,
from loving.

And after I know
everything there is to know…

You can be sure.
I’ll still
love you.
Sam S Mar 10
Who holds the thread between us tight?
Who tugs the cord in dead of night?
Who pulls us back when steps are made,
To turn away, to let love fade?

Is it time, or fate, or something more?
A whisper scratched into the floor?
A song that plays when no one sings?
A touch that lingers without wings?

You pull, I pull, we slip, we stray,
Yet something never fades away.
A tether not of hand, but soul—
The pull of something we once called whole.
Hey, have we met before ?
Sam S Sep 2024
In the quiet of familiar places,
We feel the space you once filled,
A gentle ache that lingers on,
A friendship time can’t still.

Old friend, now part of the past,
Your laughter echoes, faint but true,
A whisper in the wind’s soft breath,
Always bringing thoughts of you.

“Sometimes you hit the bar, sometimes the bar hits you,”
You’d say with a grin, wise and wry.
Your words linger like a toast raised high,
A reminder of how you lived, unafraid to try.

Though years may dim the memories,
And days stretch long and wide,
You remain within our hearts,
A presence by our side.

Missed, yet never far away,
Your light continues to stay.

RIP
Leigh
Lost to soon. Will always cherish every moment.
Sam S Jan 27
There are no good or bad,
Only what is,
And what will be.
Each moment unfolds
A lesson, quietly.

No right, no wrong,
No black, no white,
Only the steady rhythm
Of shadows and light.

What is, must be,
And what will be, is done—
Not to punish, nor to praise,
But to teach, to become.

So let the lessons rise
Like waves on the sea.
There are no good or bad—
Only what is, and what will be.
Sam S Mar 22
They whispered that he was alone because he had to be,
that some creatures are too wild to stay,
too restless to belong.

But the wolf remembers…
the warmth of the fire,
the weight of a world that once welcomed him.
And he knows now: it wasn’t his wildness they feared,
but the way he saw through the shadows.

The wolf knows better.
The howl was never a warning,
never a call for chaos—
but a song for the lost,
a promise that no one walks alone.

So he left them in their silence,
turned his voice to the moon,
where the lonely still listen,
where the echoes do not twist—
but repeat the truth,
for those ready to hear it.
Sam S Dec 2024
Through the fields
Where mountains rise
My soul, it heals
Beneath wide skies
My two feet, I go where you go
Sam S Feb 2
You can know someone for years
and never really know them.
And then there are those
who understand you
before you even speak.

There are friends for now,
friends for a while,
and the rare ones—
the ones who never need an invitation
to understand.
Sam S Nov 2024
One soul can stray, split in two,
Lost through time, unsure what’s true.
Yet in the end, we’re one same mould,
Forever bound, a story retold.
Sometimes it feels that we have lost a part of ourselves, only to find it hidden deep within.
Sam S Jan 11
There’s a rare breed who go all in,
Shining bright, fierce within.
Few can match their fearless drive,
Turning dreams into the life they strive.
Here’s to the individuals who give their all to their pursuits, pushing beyond limits, and embracing every challenge.
Sam S Nov 2024
I won’t be my best every day—
Some days my thoughts will run away,
And nights will find me tangled in doubt,
Here, but distant; present, but checked out.

There will be moments I’m a lot to hold,
A storm to weather, a story retold.
I don’t blame those who step aside,
It takes a rare heart to stay for the ride.

But if you choose to stay, to be near,
To face the rough with the smooth and clear,
I’ll meet you there with all I am—
Imperfect, true, and always loyal to all of you.
Sam S Oct 2024
Ever feel it, raw and deep,
a need that pulls, won’t let you sleep?
A voice that lingers, aches, persists,
a hidden truth clenched in your fists?

And did you try to push it down,
to mute that cry, to drown it out?
Yet there it blazes, fierce and bright,
a spark that begs to see the light.
Sam S Sep 2024
Feelings, they’re like waves,
Crashing without cease,
Emotions surge and spiral,
Yearning for release.
I’m both tender and fierce,
A garden drenched in night,
Where ivy coils around my heart,
And moonflowers crave the light.

In this storm of passion,
There’s a strength that burns so deep,
Resilience forged in whispers,
Where love and darkness meet.
I navigate this world within,
With a compass kissed by fire,
And find that in the heart of chaos,
Lies the pulse of my desire.
Sam S Mar 31
I let you in, I let you see
the deepest, quietest parts of me.
I gave you gifts, both kind and rare,
laid out dark secrets, every care.

But shadows shift, and masks did fall,
your honeyed voice revealed it all.
You lied, you took, then spun the tale
to paint my kindness cold and pale.

So now the gates are locked up tight,
no open doors, no welcome light.
The hands that once gave, now hold fast,
a lesson learned, a love that passed.

No whispers now, no gentle plea—
the walls stand firm, protecting me.
For trust once shattered won’t return,
when some betrayals only burn.

Yet through the cracks, the stars still gleam,
soft reminders, distant dreams.
The lock remains, the scars run deep,
but love still lingers where it sleeps.

And should one come with steady hand,
who speaks in truth, who understands,
they’ll find the key, not forced, but free—
for walls aren’t meant for eternity
Just wait…. And see
Sam S 2d
Beneath the sea that isn’t wet,
Where blackened suns refuse to set,
A throne of teeth awaits the crowned…
But only those who’ve never drowned.

It speaks in tides not made of water,
In names that burn the tongue to utter.
And every soul who kneels to reign
Must trade their eyes to feel the flame.
Sam S Dec 2024
I wear my kindness like armour,
But don’t be fooled by the glow,
For beneath it lies a fury,
That only few will ever know.

When I choose to show you love,
It’s not a weakness, don’t be deceived,
For a heart that’s been through hell
Knows when to stay, and when to leave.

Be grateful for the peace I give,
And remember, it’s earned, not free.
For I am both fire and stillness,
And you’ll see both,
Please don’t test me.
Sam S Sep 2024
1

A flower once in shadowed ground,
Timid, fragile, lost, not yet found,
Yearning for the sun’s embrace
To lift its head, to find its place.

In time, the rays began to pour,
And fear gave way to something,
More.

For in the earth, when strength is sown,
A flower stands, its courage grown
Forever seen, it’s spirit strong,
No longer wondering what went wrong.

2

A flower once in shadowed ground,
Timid, fragile, lost, unbound,
Yearning for the sun’s warm gleam
To rise and lift, to find its dream.

With time, the golden rays descend,
And fear gives way as shadows mend.

For in the soil where strength is sown,
A flower stands, its courage grown,
Its spirit bright, no longer lost,
With every petal, past is crossed.
Couldn’t decide on which edit i preferred. So here’s both versions.
Sam S Jan 22
Step in, as the day wanes low,
The horizon softens, a calming glow.
Time to reset, to breathe, to see,
How far we’ve come, how far we’ll be.

Step out, and let the night descend,
A cycle ending, only to begin again.
For as the stars replace the sun,
The big reset has just begun.
Sam S Mar 28
Growth is an ache, not a gentle stretch,
a breaking open, not a quiet bloom.
It is shedding skin that clings too tight,
the sting of air on what was once concealed.

You tell yourself to swallow it down,
to press the weight of feeling into silence,
as if strength is the absence of pain,
as if numbness is wisdom.

But the dam cracks.
A flood will always find its way,
rushing through the spaces you ignored,
drowning the quiet you mistook for peace.

You cannot rise while buried alive.
You must sit in the mess of yourself,
let the grief, the rage, the joy, the longing
unfold their lessons in your hands.

For to feel is to know,
and to know is to grow—
not in comfort, not in ease,
but in truth
Sam S Mar 14
Time’s running out—
tick, tick, tick—
but I’m not chasing clocks,
I’m chasing purpose.

Dreams? We all got ‘em.
Big, small, loud, quiet—
and I ain’t here to compare.
You walk your road, I’ll walk mine.

Yeah, they laugh sometimes.
“Too big,” they say. “Too far.”
But I know the truth:
it’s not just the dream itself.
It’s the journey that shapes the masterpiece.

The mountain? Always growing.
The finish line? Always moving.
But I keep on going.
Because the masterpiece?
It ain’t the goal…it’s the grind.

And when at last my time is through,
when dusk has dimmed my final view,
I shall not mourn what lay ahead,
but cherish all the steps I tread.

I’ll smile upon the road behind,
the highs, the lows, the fight, the climb.
Not for the dream that led me on,
but for the soul it made me find.
Sam S Oct 2024
A piece of me, I left behind,
A fragment fading from my mind.
I shed the mask, dissolved the name,
In losing self, I found the flame.

The weight I carried, now set free,
A shadow dies, so I can be.
Sam S Oct 2024
Through pain and hardship, strength is grown,
Where courage blooms from seeds unknown.
It’s easy to forget the fight,
That forged their hearts within the night.

The strongest souls bear hidden scars,
Their battles waged in silent wars.
Yet walls are built, and hearts made true,
With every storm they battled through.

Now confidence, like stone, remains,
A quiet fire, fed by pains.
From broken ground, they rise and stand—
The toughest hearts, the gentlest hands.
Sam S Jan 22
The wolf runs wild within my chest,
Its footsteps heavy, never rest.
It leaps through valleys of my doubt,
A creature I cannot chase out.
Yet still I breathe, I hunt the night,
For even shadows fade with light.

But alongside, in quiet grace,
The bear walks steady, knows its place.
It watches with a patient eye,
A strength that’s silent, never shy.
In moments dark, when all feels lost,
The bear reminds me of the cost:
That peace, not violence, shows the way,
And wisdom knows when to delay.

The wolf may chase, the bear may roam,
But in their dance, I find my home.
Good wolf, bad wolf? Who knows, only the bear that roams.
Sam S Jan 13
They told me love was butterflies,
A spark, a flutter, a fleeting high.
I believed in hearts that race,
In passion’s sweet, relentless chase.
But time, the teacher, whispers low:
Love is more than feelings show.

Look at those who’ve walked the years,
Through laughter bright and silent tears.
Do they still feel the fevered thrill,
Or something deeper, stronger still?
There are days they fight, they ache,
When love seems almost a mistake.

Yet in the anger, in the rain,
In moments of the deepest pain,
Love remains, a quiet force,
A steady hand that charts the course.
Not just a feeling, wild and free,
But a choice, a will, a loyalty.

So love is more than what we feel,
It’s what we build, it’s what we heal.
Through storms and calm, through wrong and right,
It’s what we hold, through darkest night.
A bond, a vow, a sacred art—
To love when it’s hardest on the heart.
This is not a love poem, but rather a realization, an evolution of understanding. Love is beyond a fleeting feeling. It’s a testament to those who have loved for generations, who carry on despite the despair, and who show us that love endures in commitment, respect, growth, and resilience.
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