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Hold
Hold my gaze long enough I find out the color of your eyes Hold a conversation that makes me laugh when I want to cry.
Hold a hand on my shoulder, pull me closer Hold the palm I lay in yours, now let me pull you further.
Hold my attention so long I've forgotten what I'm doing Hold the handle to my front door, I watch it turning.
Hold down the call button and I answer quickly Hold the silence comfortably until words say you love me.
Hold my breath, not sure what this means Hold my admission dearly, this isn't what it seems.
Hold the pages of a poem I've written close to your chest Hold onto me please, when I tell you those words were far from my best.
Hold us in the forefront of your memory Hold it a little looser, start to forget me
So then you can hold your newest copycat girlfriend even tighter.
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Burnt Out
Fire in the morning to begin again that star she rises of longing of us.
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The Fine Wine of My Life
Words raise up a glass I feel is too full to lift, "To self-discovery!"
The people around me take small sips as its only palatable in tiny amounts.
I stare at the tall flute with a smile on my face my limbs float and fall away.
Words leave my mouth, but I don't hear them tiny clinks of glasses the only exclammation.
Why should I be proud? of a year gone to waste.
I still don't know who I am and I still can't stand the taste.
Too scared to get drunk on life too bored to stay sober.
I hate the way I've aged.
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God guard me from those thoughts men think In the mind alone; He that sings a lasting song Thinks in a marrow-bone;
-from "A Prayer for Old Age," by William Butler Yeats
God save me from the things men do In the darkness of the night; He who's drunken beyond repair Thinks a woman holds no fight.
-inspired by Yeats' poem "A Prayer for Old Age," written by sjsammystudios
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Lovely Nocturnal
I walk down the street, basking in a radiant hue. Streetlamps turn everything into something more surreal. Smiles and loose limbs running beside me. I have never felt lonelier. Picturesque friends running through the dark, illuminating abandoned parks. We laugh, dance, and pray that this is all real. Climbing over chain link fences. Jumping off of ledges. Energy buzzes through me; you'd think the moon has turned me mad. Immortal is this feeling of being surrounded by mutual love and appreciation. Something I have never felt in the daylight's flames.
If I fall asleep in the morning, will you promise to make this eternal? My lovely nocturnal life.
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How to Heal
You taught me what a friend could be someone to laugh and grow beside.
You taught me pride how to wear it right not to run from the freaks and the flaws or the fights.
You taught me what love could mean the feeling of another girl's lips on mine.
But no one taught me how to heal from a love so raw from heartbreak so real Acid fills the burning cracks inside.
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Empty Table
An empty table is an eyesore with a room so wide and open drawing your eyes to the dirty worn-out floor.
A vase full of fresh flowers standing tall and proud a glory of beautiful colors.
Silken petals soft to the touch and the bright yellow plumes it reminds me of my own smile just a little too much.
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Etsy... be for real. What about my custom-made glittery pink dice set, punk rock phone case, and animal crossing prints purchases scream that I voted for Trump? OR. THE FACT THAT I SHOP SMALL. HOW DOES THAT. WHAT. GET IT TOGETHER BESTIE. no wonder i get no engagement on my ads if this is how you decide who sees what.
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#sjsammystudios#art#artists on tumblr#artwork#my art#original art#painting#watercolor#acrylic markers#watercolor markers#koi watercolors
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Uncomfortable
A heart beating fast
skin crawling
the static turned up full blast.
Small swallows of something acidic
venturing its way back up
a lump in the back of the throat, so thick.
Skin so hot then cold
a head filled with every thought
a feeling that feels like it's getting too old.
Sharp pains in random places
with a grimace that draws eyes
big rooms can feel like the smallest spaces.
A poem that does not rhyme
wounds written so ugly, &
a full-grown adult who cries.
#queer artist#visual poetry#poetic#poem#poetry#prose#poetsandwriters#female poets#poets corner#visual poem#original poem#poets on tumblr#writers and poets#poems and poetry#poetblr
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Woof
I am reminiscent of a dog.
Panting for breath with a smile on my face.
Running without a purpose,
sleeping all day
collared to the world and its masters.
But I still smile.
Smile through the exhaustion
smile through the confusion
smile through the bone deep knowing,
this wasn't where I was meant to be going
knowing I am meant to be taken off this leash,
to be released from this kennel
to run free
and smile
for myself
not the others.
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No Home
Living next to the ocean on Florida beaches is where my mother wishes to reside
her dream since childhood set sail
the ocean never left her side.
Fields and maizes I'm trapped inside
when I feel lost among these tall stalks, I ask for my mother to share a taller tail
with soft words, rustling fields turn into the sand of a calming tide.
I dream of ducking under blue waves to hide
when the nightmares prevail
and our dream begins to die.
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Uncomfortable
A heart beating fast
skin crawling
the static turned up full blast.
Small swallows of something acidic
venturing its way back up
a lump in the back of the throat, so thick.
Skin so hot then cold
a head filled with every thought
a feeling that feels like it's getting too old.
Sharp pains in random places
with a grimace that draws eyes
big rooms can feel like the smallest spaces.
A poem that does not rhyme
wounds written so ugly, &
a full-grown adult who cries.
#sjsammystudios#writing#original poem#poetic#poem#poetry#poets on tumblr#writers and poets#female poets#poets corner#poems#short poem#poems and poetry#prose#poems and quotes
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