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I reached for you in a moment of despair;
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My dreams spilled like the last few drops
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She wished with all her heart
that life would turn around;
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I try you on in the store
the way I would try on
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Grapefruit sliced in two
takes sweet revenge against me;
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My dreams were eaten
by the worm at the bottom
by Sam-a-nantha
26 lines,
on Feb 23 6:38 PM 2008. In sadness, life, pain, reality, poem, love, poetry, relationship, creative writing, rel
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You’re too caught up
in your own bullshit
by Sam-a-nantha
27 lines, 2 comments,
on Jan 19 8:33 PM 2008
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My doorsteps are an
entrance and exit
by Sam-a-nantha
40 lines, 4 comments,
on Jan 16 5:02 PM 2008. In who i am, poems, life, dreamer, poem, me, poetry, personal, creative writing, changes
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The moonlight glistened across
the top of the still lake,
by Sam-a-nantha
21 lines, 2 comments,
on Jan 2 8:57 PM 2008. In lost love, heart, romance, loss, poems, pain, life, poem, love, distrust, poetry, rel
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My God, it's beautiful / the way the midnight drips away / to dawn; / still lights on the highway / as we drive away from normality / and i
by Sam-a-nantha
15 lines, 7 comments,
on Jun 30 7:35 PM 2007. In Dark, My life, Love, Sad, Life, Thoughts, Personal, Death, Pain, Other
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Just as its legs clung to the glass, / its sweetness lingered on our lips: / a mere hint of grapefruit. / Sensations surging, / more than simple tannins / dancing on my tongue. / The feel of bass reverberating,
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She was a flower— / a dandelion— / a weed in all her beauty / dancing in the brush. / A cinematic princess / of a garden full of insects, / and though she's just pretty face / for asphyxiation, / s
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Our very existence is the source of our conceit / we go further and further into space / no life / And we / as the most intelligent of the fortunate / have the audacity to question / having given ourselv
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Sound waves from your spoken thoughts / have rippled across the ocean / where our waters merged. / They lapped at the sand between my toes, / tickled me into a smile, / removed abrasive grains / once de
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A first person view / of my silent dreams, / awakened by night sweats / and piercing screams— / nightmares of an unsettled mind / from situations where unspoken / thoughts were left behind. / Haunted by the
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Perhaps I am a dreamer, / and a dreamer's dream / mixed with a writer's talent / can often have devastating consequences. / I wouldn't call myself a poet, / had I not first called myself a dreamer— / an
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Sometimes I wonder if I have a soul / because I am the only person unseen / by the automatic doors at WalMart. / Then I stop to consider the fact that / I shop at a corporation that eliminates / choice in orde
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I crushed two stars in my hand / and laughed at the massacre of wishes; / I wanted to be high on dreams, / snorting stardust like cocaine and / making a wish every time I hit a line. / They didn’t come tru
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In troubled times we find ourselves / in search of something real; / we look for meaning in our lives, / and love in what we feel. / / We search for something or someone / that touches us inside, / we long t
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Mortification: The / fortification of your / actions for a secret / attraction to the / parts of me that / you can’t even see, / though you thought / you knew the truth. / / The misuse lead / to abuse wh
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I saved the dried, colorful petals / from the roses that you sent me. / My last request is to have them / crushed and mixed into the / ashes of my cremated body. / Mix the ashes with the petal / crumbs, and spri
by Sam-a-nantha
19 lines, 5 comments,
on Apr 29 8:04 PM 2007. In Personal, Love, Lost love, Personal., Sadness, Pain, Angst, Depression, My life
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I wasn’t happy, though / I would have stayed forever / in a lifetime of mediocrity, / occasionally questioning / my existence, but never /
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Why do I do this to you? I need a verbal pacifier
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If I wanted to be vulnerable, I'd expose myself to you.
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I hate the way I feel when I am with you.
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I forgot how to write in color so I turned to black and white with
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I want to see you dancing under the stars;
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If I thought it would make a difference, I'd tell you how it feels to be made a fool when
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He says, "We have to talk."
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He was a poet, and he had a way with metaphors and similes
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