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Poetry · Writing

Starry Dreams

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i could never get tired of you-

sleep is not an escape

because i know you are

waiting for me in my dream

when i wake

i will watch the sun climb

but she could never be as high as me

when you enter my atmosphere

will go star shopping

pick you out the right one

so wherever we are

whenever we are

just like you and me

their will be a star burning forever

Poetry · Writing

a door knob without a keyhole

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new years come and the winter has come early

cold to the touch,

i would give anything for a lighter-

for you to hold me close

to let me in over the threshold

instead of an eye on the knob

and an eye on the window.

peaking

wondering what the wonder of the wonders is going on inside.

i wasn’t always an on the outside

but i can’t remember what the inside looks like.

 

Poetry · Writing

Beach House

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I have people in my life

that I see myself growing old with.

The love of my life, yes.

I’ve had the same few people here,

since day one. I see us,

living in a beach house.

No cloudy forest or

haunted houses

a beach house playing bridge;

I’ve never played but we will learn.

I see you guys their,

and it’s something I take for granted

because you’ve always been

like a shadow following me it’s always been there

like warmth in the summer and cold in the winter

I can see that beach house.

Not the place,

but the memories.

People come and go-

some pay rent and stay a little longer

but as the tides rise the only ship

to test time was this friendship.

Poetry · Writing

Bad Bitch

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The resolution I hate the most:

“I’m going to stop putting up with bullshit-

because I’m a bad bitch and I’m leaving you behind.”

What you left behind was your emphaty

to walk behind someone in a line

to see from their glasses

to sleep in their bed and know how soft their pillow is,

now you’re just a bitch.

 

Poetry · Writing

Can Opener

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One problem I had

was I couldn’t use a can opener;

so I said fuck this I’m done.

Imagine if that short fuse was with my love-

one cut and your out

the slash you left was too deep so find the front door and don’t lose ya feet.

I think I should give the can opener another chance;

what do you think?

on one hand I miss kidney beans

the other

I don’t know pain.

Poetry · Writing

Best Day Ever

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I never took a day off

work around the clock never stop never falloff.

I never said goodbye to Trevor

left in a hurry always a new endeavor

a brother and I’ll miss the way you said whatever

whoever whenever this life wasn’t forever but wherever you are

you’re here with me like Common will let it Be

a Seven and a dream we made one hell of a team.

No matter where life takes me, find me with a smile

pursuit to be happy, only laughing like a child.

I never told Malcolm what he meant to me

through depression living life under suppression

now making progression through self-expression

and this is my confession that you walked me through

and when it’s my time I wrote this for you

you on the drums and I’ll be on the keys

a jam session no questions.

Now I know the difference between the ground and the floor

if we got to fight, I’ll be down for the war

thumbs up-

Thanks to you, I never turned by back on love

like a fool thought I was cool but you’re such a jewel

and I never thought life would get this sweet

it got me cheesin’ from cheek to cheek

weak in my knees at ease antifreeze

and I ain’t going to wait for nothing

cause that just ain’t my style

it’s you when I smile

watching you walk down the aisle

life couldn’t get better

this gon’ be the best day ever.

 

 

 

Thank you to anyone who read, liked and left a comment on anything I posted this year or ever. I appreciate you, happy new year.

 

~Sam T. G.

Poetry · Writing

Angel of Two Fruits – Stainless Steel

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I carry you with me everyday.

Find you in between the lines of each poem

in the songs I write and a god will smite

if I ever do wrong.

before me walks an angel

an angel of two fruits

and one bite, I was hers-

the sour outer to ward away the weak

until the sweet middle hold my tongue unable to speak.

Walking alone to the store

her shadow will hold my hand

and all the noise

with her the heart feels slow

a necklace of turbulence

a ring of the past

shoes of yesterdays choices

all these accessories

you’re the chain that never breaks

stainless steel one hell of a meal

and one day they’ll take a picture of me down on one knee.

Weightless around my neck

never in anything Aztec

sheltered from the storm, low-tech

rising above the rift and diving on the raft, high-tech

never taking a day off- never needing a rain check

the one and only, cashing in that pay-check.