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we can only be this–pulled back and forth, forward and backward, side to side in an never ending circle of each other. you and me, falling into the abyss, into love.
dance with me, push and pull and force me into spinning ever after. chase, and let go
we’ll love forever in this orbit–live forever until we crash into each other.
» Posted By Samie On 06.15.2018 @ 4:45 pm
the town was dark, all the streetlamps burnt out. the day was done. and he watched. as the world burned before him. the people screeched and cried as their flesh burned, the town was dying and he along with it.
» Posted By Samie On 03.04.2012 @ 12:44 pm
perfect in every way. Even though those aren’t the correct lyrics. We were positive on stage and I was positive off and I still don’t know where you stand. And I speak in ambiguous terms because it makes me feel artsy.
» Posted By Samie On 11.10.2011 @ 6:39 pm
Wade in the water, I love the song and it often gets stuck in my head. But I don’t think that I’m allowed to sing it because I’m white. I remember hearing it on the Fresh Prince of Bel Air and thinking it was really cool.
» Posted By Samie On 06.29.2011 @ 10:11 pm
I’m ashamed to admit it, but I like kissing you. Sometimes I crave you and sometimes, most of the time actually, I feel embarrassed to even think that I have held your hand and kissed you and laid with you an a couch trying to fall asleep on you because I think that’s cute but I can’t because you are so twitchy.
» Posted By Samie On 06.27.2011 @ 9:14 pm
I wish that you weren’t the first person to embrace me. I am embarrassed to say that you were my first (and so far only) kiss. I wish I wasn’t attracted to you because you embarrass me.
» Posted By Samie On 06.13.2011 @ 8:34 pm
you are my beloved, but sometimes I wonder.
how can I stand to keep holding on? I question myself, not you — but my own essence. will I break another heart today? no, not today. I love you, you see?
I love you. I love you. I love you.
Don’t let me hurt you — for I am more than capable of hurting you. Don’t let me hurt you, not another heart to walk over; understand this and us, for I love you.
» Posted By Samie On 06.12.2011 @ 7:45 pm
it was like a montage of dreams had run right before me, the film reel slowly running out — running, running, running out.
I could see the headlights in the darkness, up ahead, haunting me. I could see them chasing me down, running me over — this isn’t the time to be afraid to die, but I’m terrified.
I’m scared that these dreams will come true, the sickening crunch I hear my body making will one day ring true and all I’ve got is a plan of nothing for the future.
» Posted By Samie On 05.31.2011 @ 7:38 pm
she stood in line, another line, keeping in line. handing over penny-coins to pay for the canteen lunch, it was just another lunch, another day, another penny-coin to give away.
she could give them to the man on the street, after she walked out of there. he probably needed the penny-coins more than she did. but she slipped the penny-coin to the lunch lady, like in elementary school, and took another lunch, on another day.
» Posted By Samie On 05.26.2011 @ 3:42 pm
I thought you could steal me away forever, I thought you could do it. You were the one, the chosen one of this life and the next, all of them.
Why couldn’t you? What are you, a failed criminal in the making — hold me back you thief. You took it. And then you returned it, broken in pieces behind you. Let me go. Let me out of this life. Broken. Stop breaking the things you steal.
» Posted By Samie On 05.23.2011 @ 7:16 pm
teach me to be everything you want me to be. you have already become everything that you can be and yet you continue to move beyond it. you move beyond every border as though it is nothing to you, as though everything is already done and complete.
let’s just be domestic together. you’re adorable when you’re domestic. i’m pretty sure i fell in love with you making the bed the morning after i first stayed over, making me breakfast, slicing up pink delicious apples.
» Posted By Samie On 05.19.2011 @ 6:25 pm
There was a girl in my sixth and seventh grade class who had a large mole on her upper lip. She got it removed though. I was a little sad when it was gone because it was something I identified her with and I actually sort of though it was cute.
» Posted By Samie On 05.18.2011 @ 5:52 pm
I don’t want to be,
I don’t want you to be,
I wish we could stay,
But I want to have new adventures too,
And I want to always be able to come back,
But most of all I don’t want to waste the time we still have,
And I won’t forget you.
» Posted By Samie On 05.15.2011 @ 6:24 pm
It’s a wasteland, we’re standing at the end of the arid plain, and all that’s left is a flash of lightning, a burning tower and the gust of wind bringing rain — T.S. Eliot, you have inspired me beyond any other author.
You bring life to words that previously had no meaning, change text from old, unreachable and cold reads and fragment them into something that demands of a reader to be a part of your poetry. BE a part of the world which we had turned into The Waste Land.
» Posted By Samie On 05.14.2011 @ 10:08 am
You’d think that at the birth of humanity, there would be something a little more special than a tree.
You’d see a world coming to its end, but also its beginning — a whole era of times where we left the universe in the hands of something fallible.
For we are fallible, fallible as the next person beside us. Our capacity to love gives us great measure to do great things, but also to do terrible things. Our capacity to feel makes us something beyond what we should have been, at the very core of our births.
» Posted By Samie On 05.08.2011 @ 9:13 pm
I’ve never been good at putting on eyeliner. I like the way pictures of me look much better when I’m wearing eye liner. It makes my eyes look bigger and better and I wish that I had bigger eyes. But I don’t wear make up in everyday life.
» Posted By Samie On 05.06.2011 @ 6:19 pm
I hate wearing eyeliner — it feels as though everything makeup is is just another thing to hide myself with.
The world has an expectation of who I am, who I present myself to be.
Nobody is ever who someone else expects them to be.
Give it up world, our vanity isn’t worth the cost it is to everyone around us, regardless of their expectations. What a vicious cycle of apathy. I hope it fades.
» Posted By Samie On 05.06.2011 @ 11:36 am
I used to want to be a paleontologist when I was in pre school. I even said I wanted to be such a profession in pre school graduation speech. I also said I wanted to be a ballerina and a mom. Oddly enough, being a ballerina seems like it’s going to be the most practical choice now.
» Posted By Samie On 05.03.2011 @ 6:21 pm
Like the light bulbs at the dance studio. Which are oddly long and sterile and in some sense remind me of a hospital. But I don’t really know why.
» Posted By Samie On 05.01.2011 @ 7:44 pm
There was a minute where I thought I could hold on — I wouldn’t die, and I wouldn’t watch them die.
And then I knew, because my consciousness wasn’t actually where I thought I was, but rather subtracted from where I actually was.
I was away, in a world where nothing was what I thought it was. And then I was told that this was all a top secret project, covered up and hidden under the cover of a blackout blank.
It’s just another field of three leaf clovers.
» Posted By Samie On 04.30.2011 @ 7:46 pm
I’ve never found a four leaf clover on my own and I thought it was a really cool idea until when I was about 10 and my grandma was in the hospital, my aunt brought her a whole pot of four leaf clovers. Apparently you can buy them in stores. I didn’t think they were so special then.
» Posted By Samie On 04.30.2011 @ 6:38 pm
I used to sing in a chorus — have, for all my life, since I was little.
There’s something about chorus which is unlike anything I have ever encountered in my life — a feeling of combined freedom which manifests itself in the most beautiful music.
It’s the knowledge that you have been chained together, yet when you sing, there’s something sent into the air which goes beyond any individual you are chained with. Like Rousseau’s general will, you have created a beauty beyond the perfection of us on our own.
» Posted By Samie On 04.29.2011 @ 2:31 pm
There are a lot of locks on the basement door that leads to a staircase outside in our new house. It’s rather frightening. I would hate to be stuck in my basement with something chasing me because it takes about 20 minutes for me to get through all of the locks on that stupid door.
» Posted By Samie On 04.28.2011 @ 7:30 pm
When I was little-about six, we had a trailer that sat in our driveway. We took it camping once and then it just sat there for years. It was orange. On rainy days, my dad and I would sit inside it on our driveway and eat popsicles. Then we had to sell it and I was sad.
» Posted By Samie On 04.27.2011 @ 8:20 pm
Intersections in life are always as fragile as they never seem to be — every moment is an intersection with something else, and yet we seem to be as unaware of them as breathing.
Have you ever listened to your own breathing? In, out, in out… slow in… slow out…
It is the force of life, and the fundamental intersection between us and the world around us. It is the driving force which makes us face the world, interact with it. Intersections, cross-sections of a second in a minute, in an hour, in a day — in a life.
» Posted By Samie On 04.25.2011 @ 7:51 pm
I’m puzzled at how I fall into this state every year. It’s the same, all the time — have I not learned? or have I just learned badly, the puzzle pieces not fitting right every time.
It’s the same. Same. Same. Again and again.
I love him but let’s be honest — why do I let things fall to the side when I’m around him? Love isn’t good for me, but neither is solitude. Neither is anything. I need focus, not being somewhere in the stars.
» Posted By Samie On 04.24.2011 @ 7:48 pm
I used to fear inspector, I used to fear.
But they took away my fear, and now all that is left is a machine. I eat, sleep and breathe my inhumanity. I live through the very sense of non-being, I can feel the permeations of death soak in my skin.
They have all of it. Every part of me, every little bit which once mattered. I cannot tell if there is right or wrong, good or evil. Not even fear of the self.
» Posted By Samie On 04.20.2011 @ 6:56 pm
It’s a whiskey sour kind of night, one of those where we can kick back and listen to soft guitars, chattering as though there wasn’t a care in the world.
it’s the smell of summer cottages, sweaty skin against skin, beautiful night in living moments — don’t forget I love, I love, I love you.
So let’s enjoy these last moments, sipping lemons until life takes them back.
» Posted By Samie On 04.18.2011 @ 9:42 am
I wish we could live in constant, luxurious lifestyles, but we can’t.
We have all these dreams, and I can’t wait for those dreams to begin, but where are they? when are they going to start? What are they? I’ve been standing here all my life, waiting for this moment, and it feels like life never really begins, but is something to always just be waiting for. Just holding on for the next milestone, and all I want to have is now.
» Posted By Samie On 04.16.2011 @ 1:30 pm
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I wish there was another way to show you my bookshelf — it holds memories beyond what I can remember.
But what is a memory? Another life I have lived, another moment in time which has been immortalized in words? I’m only hoping now that I can keep on going,
Waiting for another life to haapen, waiting for another moment in time where we can keep on belonging;
All we are are the words our authors give us, so give me a word and I’ll make this moment last forever.
» Posted By Samie On 04.11.2011 @ 7:53 pm