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Post by Sam on Apr 5, 2007 7:32:10 GMT -6
Blank spaces,
empty faces,
left overs...
just traces
of thoughts
left behind.
Nightmares,
blank stares,
hollow eyes,
black lies
from the
dark recess
of my mind...
Butchered dreams,
shattered and
blood stained...
exploding screams,
a silent movie's
blank screen...
And then
somewhere
in-between
the middle
and the end,
I see you
through my
tear stained,
blurry vision...
Sam
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Post by brandnewmessiah on Apr 5, 2007 7:58:42 GMT -6
WOW, I like this Sam. I't funny how at times we feel so blank yet all the memories play out over & over in our head like a movie marathon. You captured that feeling perfectly here. ~ BNM
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Post by anirbas on Apr 5, 2007 8:39:47 GMT -6
Grins! Nope, that's not the one I saw...The title...But, I like your's better...
Hey, I could have lied and made myself sound all psychic and said...
Bingo! That's the possible title I was thinking of, too, Sammy!
Glad you took my advice, the piece looks dratted excellent flying under it's own "banner"...
LOL...Okie dokie...Are you dying to know what my possible title was, yet? Snail mail me five bucks, and after I receive it, I will give you the answer....ggglgggl...NOT...
It was Butchered Dreams...I like Blank Empty Traces, better...That's why I didn't say mine, at first either...I wanted you to title it and not be effected by what I'd suggested...
Great title to go with a great poem...Your title has a more elegant look and sound than mine...gigglegiggle...Some of my titles sound like Lizzie Borden was hacking them out...LOL...
Evernir.
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Post by Sam on Apr 5, 2007 9:45:51 GMT -6
Thanks you guys!! I appreciate the read and the comments!!
Sam
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Post by anirbas on Apr 5, 2007 10:20:33 GMT -6
;D You're very welcome, Sams.
Excellent writing, it just is... ;D
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Post by Sam on Apr 13, 2007 21:21:49 GMT -6
I wish I could explain the way I feel
but then no one is really listening.
I walk through my days invisible
and the words from my mouth
are seldom, if ever, even heard.
I get tired of talking sometimes
and I do not understand
why people can be so selfish
and wicked in their intent.
I shut myself down.
Sam
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Post by Sam on Apr 20, 2007 14:28:36 GMT -6
Everybody's sneaking'round,
creeping 'round, peeping 'round..
Just what is going on?
Everybody's wondering now...
figuring how, worried brows...
What the hell is up?
Sam
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Post by anirbas on Apr 20, 2007 23:21:14 GMT -6
Slipping in to catch the latest poeming hot off the presses of the Samian mind. Sabrina.
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Post by Sam on May 4, 2007 12:30:17 GMT -6
Would you talk to a friend
the way you spoke to me today?
Would you yank your head around
in uncalled for anger
at some helpless stranger
and react so bitterly to the
simply words they say?
Have I simply wasted
these years of my life
trying to just be me?
I can not even remember
the life I lived before
and I can not go back
and pretend to feel
the same say way today...
I feel lost..
I feel lonely...
My dreams...
some kind of ugly reality..
Somebody! Somebody hear me....
I am standing here.
Sam
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Post by Sam on May 4, 2007 13:06:43 GMT -6
I am just a hodgepodge of emotions
never before seen by the naked eye,
a real mishmashed assortment.
A totally jumbled up medley
of fragmented assorted pieces.
A mess in other words...
Sam
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Post by anirbas on May 9, 2007 22:16:00 GMT -6
In other words...You mean...
You look like her and him
and them and me...
Not a mess...
A human being...
Our fellow earthling...
Also known as Sharon...
No shambling sham in disguise
is this lady we also call Sam and Sammy...
And every once in awhile, she let's me get away
with calling her Sammyantha without banishing
me to the blank empty traces for doing so...
heheheheheheheehehehehehello
and good morning, Sams! Sabs.
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Post by Sam on Jun 6, 2007 13:58:41 GMT -6
I stuck my head in!
I let my guard down...
Now I'm in danger
from retaliation.
Never interfere,
between a woman
and a man!
Never even when
you see the blood
on his hands....
Never try to stop
a tangled up web...
You'll be the one
left taking the blame
for the simple offer
of your hand....
Never try to help!
Even if they
are screaming
out your name!
Just turn your head
and walk away....
pretending you did
not see of hear
anything.
It's better that way.
She'll live anyway..
this time....
Sam
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Post by tolteclogic on Jun 7, 2007 7:10:53 GMT -6
Good work Sam it is always
a joy to read what you have
written - somehow the
most difficult becomes
more tollerable...
in spirit
tl
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Post by anirbas on Jun 7, 2007 10:27:19 GMT -6
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Post by Sam on Jun 7, 2007 15:41:16 GMT -6
Don't cry. Don't.
Don't cry for me....
I will cry, too.
I will cry for you....
and how llife
used to be....
Sam
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Post by anirbas on Jun 8, 2007 0:06:03 GMT -6
ggglgggl...was communicating through smilies this morning...keyboard wasn't working...so, I could only communicate through smilies...was trying to communicate the last offering you left was a tearjerker with smilies...and I'll cry for you if I want to, Sammylady...unless, of course, you pay me five bucks not to cry for you....hehehehehehehe...single mom now, got to make the rent money however I can...ggglgggl...
~*~
I don't want
you to cry for me...
I only want you to smile
and laugh for me and with me...
As I cry nothing these days, but tears of joy....
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Post by wistfuldragon on Jun 8, 2007 0:24:57 GMT -6
Beautiful offerings...Sam and everyone...beautiful words from beautiful souls...completely...  |
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Post by anirbas on Jun 11, 2007 13:48:13 GMT -6
I left the blank empty traces
of the past...Ran from a life
of hatred and strife...
Tired of being under
the gun, under the knife...
Always a concubine
and never a wife...
I've upgraded to mistress,
just as I said I would...
Mistress of my fate
and destiny...
But, I couldn't
have done it...
Without the spiritual
cheerleading from my
poetical friends,
both female and male...
And I couldn't have done it,
without my dear sisters here,
to help me, escape from H-E-double L...Hell...
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Post by Sam on Jun 12, 2007 7:31:20 GMT -6
Nothing left here
but empty traces
guilt ridden reminders
of left over memories
from some forgotten time..
No reason to stay
in this forsaken place
that used to be a home...
Confusion remains now
and whispers in the dark
compelling me to reach out
for some mistaken identity
I used to think was me....
Old photos yellowed with age
left hanging on the wall
look at me sadly...
call to me,
through their silence
wondering even now
if they will go with me
or stay in this hell,
they, up until now
connected with life
in this empty place
once called home....
I step into the blinding sun,
one timid foot
in front of the other
and before I know it
I am running haphazardly
toward the horizon
and the life waiting
just over the next hill....
I hear you screaming
in my churning head
and motioning to me,
but, it is too late now.
Too late now
to make this shell
of a house a home..
Sam
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Post by anirbas on Jun 12, 2007 10:36:58 GMT -6
"To late now
to make this shell
of a house a home..."
Had all I could handle
of this ill written farce...
So, I cordially invite you
to kiss my arse...
Bitterness,
was never
my strong suit...
I'm not angry...
I just don't give a hoot!!!
ggglgggl...
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Post by Sam on Jun 12, 2007 13:14:49 GMT -6
Hee hee!!  You funny girl!! Love, Sam |
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Post by anirbas on Jun 12, 2007 15:55:37 GMT -6
ggglgggl...glad you liked it Sammyantha!!!!!!
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Post by Sam on Jun 13, 2007 15:00:26 GMT -6
Living this nightmare
I ride the waves
night after night
day after day,
caught in your web
of infinite deceit.
Can you not hear me?
Even louder I scream!
Can you not see me?
Am I just a mere dream,
or some piece of clay
you think you can mold
in your hand?
I am flesh and blood
with human needs.
I cry when I hurt...
I feel pain.
I, too, bleed.
Sam
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Post by Sam on Jun 14, 2007 9:04:46 GMT -6
Tangled thoughts
and stirred memories
come racing now
back to me...
It is time.
Shattered dreams
and twisted lies
crawl along
the threshold
of my mind.
Slithering in
as darkness falls,
making sure I
never forget,
but remember it.
And oh, I do.
So crystal clear
and sharp!
The jagged edges still
tear at my heart.
And in the emptiness
that is within,
I still can see your twisted face,
clearly through
my haunted vision.
Sam
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Post by Sam on Jun 14, 2007 9:07:51 GMT -6
What do you do
when you realize
you have been hiding
like an ostrich
with your head
tucked down in the sand?
Where do you run
when you finally realize
there is no place left
here on this earth
you haven't already been?
How do you cope
with these feelings
that start churning
inside you,
urging you,
to come out
of the dark again?
When do you know
the only thing
left for you
is to simply crawl
back down deep inside
your web
of self made comfort
and pretend?
Who will be the one
to tell your story
clearly
to all left here
that really cared
and want to know
just how it ends?
I would love
to help you
find the answers
to these questions,
but I would have
to leave my web
of make-believe,
and pretend....
Sam
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Post by Sam on Jun 14, 2007 9:11:18 GMT -6
There will be no
point in cursing
our gladness...
________
Bur rather in
the silence that
follows the weeping.
The terrible sound
of nothing left
to hold on to.
Why? Was I just
an eager little animal
playing victim in your trap?
Was I so blinded
by my illusion of you
that I denied the truth?
I laugh in your face!
I turn my back, shake my head,
and calmly walk away.
I am healed of you.
You are but a stranger to me.
I don't remember you.
You left me in shades of grey.
Now I see color all around me,
Inviting me in!
I hear music coming
from some far off corner.
I am slowly walking towards it.
Beautiful hues of color,
scents of home invade my mind.
"I am happy right now".
This is my moment.
Right now is where I am.
Lost feelings, returning.
Who is this person
looking back at me today?
My own reflection...
a stranger in every way.
Shy, awkward, hesitant to speak,
yet, open, giving and willing
to help others find their way.
I am on my way to recovery!
Through you I was able
to get to know me!
_____
Don't turn away now
from me,
thinking me again
the enemy!
Things always work out
as they are supposed to be,
and life always and forever
holds our true destiny.
We are merely passengers
on this trip, coasting...
on waters already
sailed upon,
over and over again!!
Why can we not just relax
and enjoy the ride?
Dignity and human pride?
Forbidden thoughts and
needed alibis
force us into the corner
and then we attack,
never once looking back
until the journey's over.
Blame and guilt collide
and here we are! Lost!
Upcreek without a paddle again!
Back to the beginning!
Needing a new ending
to this self destructive story
of love gone cold,
hearts broken and bleeding,
friendships ruined,
hurts needing a healing.
Lies and deception abound,
and you-as usual,
nowhere around.
Sam
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Post by Sam on Jun 14, 2007 9:13:10 GMT -6
Images
cross my mind
and I am filled with longing.
Dreams
I thought were left behind,
resurface, anew.
And I am again reborn,
as a child
taking it's first step,
looking once again
toward you.
I don't want to remember.
Yet, I sure can not forget!
You are branded in my soul.
Though I leave you
over and over again,
I already know
just the sound of your voice
makes my heart beat quicken,
my flesh tingle,
and my breath catch
in anticipation
of just once more
being one with you...
You are here
and I am gone, again...
Sam
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Post by anirbas on Jun 15, 2007 2:06:45 GMT -6
Tour de force of unrequited longing...NIr.
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Post by wistfuldragon on Jun 15, 2007 10:34:47 GMT -6
Sam...wow Lady...I love them...and echo Sabrina's words...
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Post by Sam on Aug 6, 2007 15:09:38 GMT -6
Who are you
to invade my dreams?
Who said you
could take control?
You come...
You go....
And I am
just here
alone....
waiting..
watching..
hoping...
for something
I do not even
understand...
for someone
I do not even
know...
The silence
stretches out
before me
and I catch
my breath...
expecting
some answer
to my unasked
questions,
slowly going
insane.....
waiting,
watching,
hoping...
Sam
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