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Samantha Page Oct 2013
A blue flame is dancing under the dark of night,

Teasing and pleasing...

Something you want to capture.

Hold it tight, bring it in,

watch it burn.

The angiush in wanting...

a simple prayer left unanswered.

The hope in possiblities that will never exist.

The flame will only hurt you.

Leave a scar that will pain you to witness.

Still you sit and watch and want.

Carefully anylizing every curve,

every flicker in the wind.

You fail to notice you are moving closer,

and the flame is  dimming.

Then there is only smoke,

a choking reality of what once was,

and what could never have been.
Samantha Page Sep 2013
Burning bright strands of hair
encapsulate my memory.
Fair complexion,
and concrete eyes.
Shifting-
encompassing my pain
At a loss of knowing
no options.
Initial failure
heartbreaking and condemning.
Liberated,
but you don't know.
I am searching
but there is no trail of breadcrumbs.
I am chasing the shadow of a ghost.
So unobtainable.
I cannot give up!
My dreams never looked so bright
as what I am living now.
Yet here I am.
Where are you?
Do you even know
that you changed,
that you saved,
my life?
Samantha Page Jul 2013
I see a vision of my soul.

Tall, thin, long strands of dark hair..

eyes deep and dark.

She is walking through a desolate  land.

The footprints trailing in the sand.

Each step raising dust,

the same wind that is sweeping her hair

lifts the particles and sends them flying.

Nothing behind her and nothing ahead,

she still carries determintion and purpose.

Playing beautiful melodies in her mind.

Her last memory of peace.

At least,

she is hoping its a memory.

Because if not....

Its simply insanity.

The gears of her mind burning out.

Overworked and imaginitive.

Either way they bring her joy.

Strength to hold her head high,

to put one exhauted leg in front of the other,

and continue on into the unknown.

And continue on into the future,

and she hopes,

her destiny.
Samantha Page Jul 2013
My breath is stolen...
In this moment of perfection.

Comfortably seated at the base of this tree.
But, you are missing.

As I look up-
The brilliant sun's light
piercing through the limbs and leaves

As they sway gently with the breeze
Oh how I wish you could see this...
My spirit embellishes in this..

The sounds-
The warmth-
This moment...
is God.

The highest power...
Strong enough to make a strong woman
such as myself-
melt.

Into the helpless seduction
of such pure peace.
Samantha Page Jun 2013
I would love to say I am one of those people who just doesn't give a ****!
I would love to say that it doesn't hurt or bother me..
when people say "people like you"
are what's wrong with America...
I would be lying...
I don't know why-
Why I care what they think
or that they hate us!
Or, think we are disgusting...
Or, that we are so different from them.
I shouldn't care!
But, I do....
Just the same
I should not feel inadequate
or sad because I cannot give you a baby...
But I am...and I do...
Part of me feels that moving somewhere
that we could get married would change things...
That somehow the whole population
wouldn't be like that.
I know that I am just kidding myself-
I know that people will have their views no matter where we go.
But, it doesn't stop me from wishing-
That we were not considered so different...
Because we love someone of the same gender...
And for those that think this is what we have chosen.
HATE, RIDICULE, HARDSHIP, SEPERATION
WHO WOULD CHOOSE THAT?
I wouldn't, I didn't!
It chose me, God chose me!
To even begin to try to think I could fit in
to your lines defining "normal" is ridiculous.
It would be impossible....
Besides that fact that I would never be albe
to lay with a man-
I have already found love.
Yes, LOVE! with a woman..
And no, neither of us are perfect...
But, together....we make a perfect couple.
Like two weights on a scale we balance...
AND I LOVE HER!!
AMERICA CAN GET OVER IT!!!
Samantha Page Jun 2013
Why is it...

That my reflection is only **pretty-

In a ***** mirror?

Clean glass-
Showing off all my imperfections..

While the stains-
Seem to cover *all of mine.
Samantha Page Jun 2013
The treeline almost resembles mountains,
reflected in the calm waters below....no wind
not even a breeze.

The pink, turning purple and blue clouds
resemble cotton candy.
And a smile comes over me
remembering childhood.

The array of color with this sunset..
and the moon hanging above,
not yet revealing the constellations.

The frogs sing to me here,
I lay back onto the warm ground.
The blades of bright green grass tickle my neck.
Even the crickets laughter rings.

I close my eyes...
Feel the wetness brimming.
I hear the waterfall behind..
Such steady rhythm.

The whole world revealing a lullaby.
Never-ending, and breath-taking.
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