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Written by Sammielee46 in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Big Girls Cry

Tears fall.

Orbs of despair drip.

Following the contour of her cheek.

Echoing the bleakness

she holds in her

sorrowful heart.

Pirouettes puddle

as black smears

around her puffed eyes.

She cried as a child

when she couldn't get her own way;

now she cries

for everything she's lost

the innocence that was taken

the freedom that was abused

the choices she wasn't given.

Streaks of pain kiss her skin

- skin that's scarred with the weight

of memories that keep her awake

at night,

tearing her apart from the

inside out.

Nightmares that haunt her

echo in her screams

- the kind that leave the throat

without making a sound,

when the terror steals

the horror from your voice

by placing its fear

over quivering lips,

smearing her lipstick;

her war paint,

her mask,

washed away

by things that can never

be forgotten.

When she was young,

she was told that

big girls don't cry.

But after yesteryear's

this big girl is still

a child inside

- crying into the ether,

wishing that one day

she could feel the

purity

that has all but been

forgotten...

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Written by Sammielee46 in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Big Girls Cry
Tears fall.
Orbs of despair drip.
Following the contour of her cheek.
Echoing the bleakness
she holds in her
sorrowful heart.
Pirouettes puddle
as black smears
around her puffed eyes.
She cried as a child
when she couldn't get her own way;
now she cries
for everything she's lost
the innocence that was taken
the freedom that was abused
the choices she wasn't given.
Streaks of pain kiss her skin
- skin that's scarred with the weight
of memories that keep her awake
at night,
tearing her apart from the
inside out.
Nightmares that haunt her
echo in her screams
- the kind that leave the throat
without making a sound,
when the terror steals
the horror from your voice
by placing its fear
over quivering lips,
smearing her lipstick;
her war paint,
her mask,
washed away
by things that can never
be forgotten.
When she was young,
she was told that
big girls don't cry.
But after yesteryear's
this big girl is still
a child inside
- crying into the ether,
wishing that one day
she could feel the
purity
that has all but been
forgotten...
#poetry  #amwriting  #Itslit  #getlit 
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Written by Sammielee46 in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Squeakypeewee and Me

The day we first met, 

wasn't the day of our first group. 

It was the day we were 

expected 

to introduce who we are

and what we do. 

To share with you all

what writing has done for us, 

and what we believe writing 

could do for you. 

I remember seeing you there, 

sat alone, 

in the corner of the most 

sacred room

- the library. 

The freest part of 

a place that has the sole 

purpose of restraining 

- keeping you locked up.

The prison library

allows minds to wander 

past the physical realm 

into the realms of imagination; 

far beyond the bars and 

concrete walls, 

and it is there that I noticed you. 

You were a little out of place 

- a young woman 

sat in a library that, 

at the time, 

was full of people twenty years 

older. 

If I remember right, 

it was some club for 

the older residents. 

You sat intently listening 

to what I thought was a 

wobbly voice coming 

from my dry mouth. 

We spoke to you all

about the group and what 

it entailed, then left. 

Week one of the group, 

you were there. 

Shy. Reserved. Cautious. 

I could feel your nerves

and I'm sure you could feel mine. 

You told us, 

"I don't like poetry, I don't want to write it, 

oh, and you're not going to make me 

read aloud are you?" 

It was just you and another, 

until a few weeks later. 

We didn't push you to begin with.

The first few tasks had you writing 

about what you know. You. 

Your routine, what makes you, you. 

We didn't ask why you were there, 

it didn't matter to us. 

Week two was when I knew. 

Reading your seven day diary 

(a task set on the first week) 

opened my eyes to what you 

were capable of. 

The irony of this is that 

your uniqueness comes from your 

brutal honesty. The truths that you 

smear across each page. 

It was from that moment 

that I knew, we all knew, 

you had talent beyond diarising 

and story telling. 

With your words you can 

alter the readers' emotions; 

which is hard to achieve. 

Fast forward to today. 

- forty-two weeks, 

almost forty-three. 

You have one group left 

with us

before you move to a new prison,

a new horizon where 

your sun may one day rise 

in a room beyond the bars, 

where you can taste freedom

and finally begin to see 

how incredibly far you have come. 

I personally have seen a huge 

change in you over forty-three weeks. 

You have grown so much 

and that's the purpose of this poem. 

To tell you how fucking proud I am 

of you. 

I can't let you go from this prison 

before telling you what you've achieved 

along with what you've taught me. 

I think we all should hear those things 

from time to time. 

Just don't go getting all big-headed, okay? 

The girl we met all those weeks ago

now loves to write poetry

(haiku's particularly),

she volunteers to read aloud 

to a group that has sometimes 

reached sixteen members in total. 

She is sociable. Something she wasn't before. 

She shares her thoughts and feelings 

both in ink and in tongue. 

She reflects; staining the page 

with the most kick-in-the-gut honesty  

- a poignancy a lot of writers 

can only dream of having. 

She has learned that instead of 

hurting ourselves, 

we can scar the page -  

burn it, 

screw it up and throw away 

all the pain we feel inside. 

We can't rewrite the past 

but if we reach deep inside

and accept where we went wrong, 

we can heal. We can start again. 

I want you to know that 

you're wise beyond your years. 

I want you to know that I admire 

your ability to hold your hands up 

and understand where you went wrong 

without blaming those who let you down. 

There is not once trace of bitterness 

inside that huge heart of yours, 

nor is there a chip on either shoulder. 

You taught me that freedom isn't 

as black and white as I always thought; 

you showed me there are different types 

of freedom too. 

You've taught me how to fight through

adversity with a huge amount of courage. 

You have an incredible amount of 

strength and resilience 

- something I admire, 

and your passion for learning 

this craft, your passion for words,

makes me want to become

a better writer too

so that I can continue to instil 

that same love for words in others 

who need to learn a way to rid 

themselves of the darkness 

you so often struggle with. 

You never accept the darkness is 

forever black. 

You take each day as it comes. 

I want you to remember this: 

When those black days come, 

hang the moon with your words, 

give yourself 

light in the void. 

It has been a complete 

honor to get to know you 

and to teach you, 

to grow with you. 

This is not the end of 

our journey, 

this is just the end of 

one of the most poignant 

chapters I've ever written 

in my life. 

We have many more 

to scrawl together. 

When you are released

(not if!) 

you have opportunities 

with us. 

I know you find 

trust hard, 

I know you build walls 

higher than those 

right outside your window, 

but you've let us in 

and given us at least a little trust, 

and that touches my heart 

- I won't ever abuse that. 

I hope that we have left a mark 

upon your pen 

like you have upon our lives. 

From me to you, 

good luck, 

keep improving, 

and we'll see you sooner than you think... 

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Written by Sammielee46 in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Squeakypeewee and Me
The day we first met, 
wasn't the day of our first group. 
It was the day we were 
expected 
to introduce who we are
and what we do. 
To share with you all
what writing has done for us, 
and what we believe writing 
could do for you. 
I remember seeing you there, 
sat alone, 
in the corner of the most 
sacred room
- the library. 
The freest part of 
a place that has the sole 
purpose of restraining 
- keeping you locked up.
The prison library
allows minds to wander 
past the physical realm 
into the realms of imagination; 
far beyond the bars and 
concrete walls, 
and it is there that I noticed you. 
You were a little out of place 
- a young woman 
sat in a library that, 
at the time, 
was full of people twenty years 
older. 
If I remember right, 
it was some club for 
the older residents. 
You sat intently listening 
to what I thought was a 
wobbly voice coming 
from my dry mouth. 
We spoke to you all
about the group and what 
it entailed, then left. 
Week one of the group, 
you were there. 
Shy. Reserved. Cautious. 
I could feel your nerves
and I'm sure you could feel mine. 
You told us, 
"I don't like poetry, I don't want to write it, 
oh, and you're not going to make me 
read aloud are you?" 
It was just you and another, 
until a few weeks later. 
We didn't push you to begin with.
The first few tasks had you writing 
about what you know. You. 
Your routine, what makes you, you. 
We didn't ask why you were there, 
it didn't matter to us. 
Week two was when I knew. 
Reading your seven day diary 
(a task set on the first week) 
opened my eyes to what you 
were capable of. 
The irony of this is that 
your uniqueness comes from your 
brutal honesty. The truths that you 
smear across each page. 
It was from that moment 
that I knew, we all knew, 
you had talent beyond diarising 
and story telling. 
With your words you can 
alter the readers' emotions; 
which is hard to achieve. 
Fast forward to today. 
- forty-two weeks, 
almost forty-three. 
You have one group left 
with us
before you move to a new prison,
a new horizon where 
your sun may one day rise 
in a room beyond the bars, 
where you can taste freedom
and finally begin to see 
how incredibly far you have come. 
I personally have seen a huge 
change in you over forty-three weeks. 
You have grown so much 
and that's the purpose of this poem. 
To tell you how fucking proud I am 
of you. 
I can't let you go from this prison 
before telling you what you've achieved 
along with what you've taught me. 
I think we all should hear those things 
from time to time. 
Just don't go getting all big-headed, okay? 
The girl we met all those weeks ago
now loves to write poetry
(haiku's particularly),
she volunteers to read aloud 
to a group that has sometimes 
reached sixteen members in total. 
She is sociable. Something she wasn't before. 
She shares her thoughts and feelings 
both in ink and in tongue. 
She reflects; staining the page 
with the most kick-in-the-gut honesty  
- a poignancy a lot of writers 
can only dream of having. 
She has learned that instead of 
hurting ourselves, 
we can scar the page -  
burn it, 
screw it up and throw away 
all the pain we feel inside. 
We can't rewrite the past 
but if we reach deep inside
and accept where we went wrong, 
we can heal. We can start again. 
I want you to know that 
you're wise beyond your years. 
I want you to know that I admire 
your ability to hold your hands up 
and understand where you went wrong 
without blaming those who let you down. 
There is not once trace of bitterness 
inside that huge heart of yours, 
nor is there a chip on either shoulder. 
You taught me that freedom isn't 
as black and white as I always thought; 
you showed me there are different types 
of freedom too. 
You've taught me how to fight through
adversity with a huge amount of courage. 
You have an incredible amount of 
strength and resilience 
- something I admire, 
and your passion for learning 
this craft, your passion for words,
makes me want to become
a better writer too
so that I can continue to instil 
that same love for words in others 
who need to learn a way to rid 
themselves of the darkness 
you so often struggle with. 
You never accept the darkness is 
forever black. 
You take each day as it comes. 
I want you to remember this: 
When those black days come, 
hang the moon with your words, 
give yourself 
light in the void. 
It has been a complete 
honor to get to know you 
and to teach you, 
to grow with you. 
This is not the end of 
our journey, 
this is just the end of 
one of the most poignant 
chapters I've ever written 
in my life. 
We have many more 
to scrawl together. 
When you are released
(not if!) 
you have opportunities 
with us. 
I know you find 
trust hard, 
I know you build walls 
higher than those 
right outside your window, 
but you've let us in 
and given us at least a little trust, 
and that touches my heart 
- I won't ever abuse that. 
I hope that we have left a mark 
upon your pen 
like you have upon our lives. 
From me to you, 
good luck, 
keep improving, 
and we'll see you sooner than you think... 
#poetry  #thankyou  #Itslit  #FromMeToYou  #PIP 
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Written by Sammielee46 in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Fuck Judgement

You know what?
I'm sick of your shit
Your convoluted mind
All this damn nonsense 
There's nothing wrong with you!
It's just fucking stress
Anxiety disorder?
Ha!
There is no such thing!
Attention demanding?
Now that sounds more like it

Fuck you and your ignorance 
Shame that isn't a disorder 
You'd be severely blind 
With your lack of sensitivity 
- Any idea 
How your shit makes me feel? 
I have anxiety 
And you have no heart

You point the finger of ignorance
But your aim is off 
Point at yourself, fool
Always unsettled 
- Pacing 
Ridiculous worry 
Over such trivial things
How stupid is that?
Never ending whines 
About life’s stress
- Weakling
We all have stress 
Suck it up like the rest of us

My hands shake
My mind races 
My breath; almost non-existent 
My heart beats so fucking hard 
I'm aware 
Yet out of body 
Watching myself 
Lose myself 
Anxiety - 
Not the only emotion 
Despair 
Panic 
Fear 
A sense of that black cloud 
That has been following me 
For months and months 
Is finally going to rain 
And strike me with 
Pains of lightning 
Take over my ears 
With its roars 
And, fuck, 
I feel like I am 
Going to die. 
Take your criticism and
Your lack of support 
- Your apathetic nature 
Proves you'll never 
Get anxiety 
Or panic 
Because you have to actually 
Feel, 
To be able to feel 
The way I do.

You're kidding me right?
That sounds so lame
A bit of worry 
Makes you shiver and quake
Silly thoughts of 
What ifs; could be's 
Gifts you out of body 
- Ghostly
Paranormal shit 
A childish fear; turns ominous 
Breathing death down your spine
C’mon
Admit it - 
It's all in your head
Stop thinking bad thoughts
Just take some deep breaths
It's simple
Calm the fuck down! 
Why do you do this?
When everything 
Will be fine
Or just keep this shit up
- Exaggerate 
Make yourself sick with dread
You’re so thick headed 
Refusing to help yourself
Relying on this charade
To use as a crutch
- Ha! 
I bet you make it all up
Just a masquerade 
To get your foot in that door
But Doctor, Please
Just give me some pills 
I’m too fragile 
Can't cope
My face bears no smiles 
Unless I'm jacked up on dope

If that makes me lame 
Then it makes you a cunt 
Try a bit of understanding 
A least I'm being upfront 
It takes courage to talk 
About the scribbles 
In my soul 
Their tangles make me 
Feel desolate 
Alone. 
All in my mind? 
I really wish it was 
Did you not listen
When I told you 
How it affects my 
Shell? 
Yes, I said shell, 
Because that's all I am
A home for the 
Anguish 
A place for the
Panic 
Jacked up on dope? 
Get a fucking heart 
Do you realise it's 
A chemical imbalance 
That leaves my 
Brain askew? 
Try asking how you can help 
Or don't. 
Fuck you.

I do have a heart
This just doesn't make sense
I mean 
You have to admit
Some claims that you
Made - 
Paradoxical shit at best
Floating out of 
Your body?
Staring at yourself 
From above?
Detective Mulder
Or Agent Scully
Might believe this wild shit
But this isn't
The X-Files 
And Bigfoot doesn't exist
What you don't get
Is that I do want to help!
I tried getting answers
Spent hours online
Scrolling for truth 
But site after site 
Contradicting the last
This one says this
Next one says that
Enigmatic questions
No solid 
Answers 
You're not the only
One in despair
Helpless 
Confused
All of this 
Is affecting me too

You say you've looked online 
And found conflicting information 
But anxiety 
Manifests 
In so many different ways
- What I don't understand 
Is why you didn't ask me
To try to explain 
How I feel
Help me untie
My tongue 
That's all I've ever needed
Is for you to try and understand 
The noise in my body 
The deafening terror in my brain
I don't need words 
Please don't tell me to
Calm down 
Relax 
It's all in my head 
Put your hand on my shoulder 
Ground me 
Talk at me about anything 
Just don't expect a response 
Remind me I'm alive 
Here, in this space 
Don't get frustrated 
Angry 
Don't get in my face 
Approach me with 
A gentle hand
And heart 
Show me you care 
With compassion 
Tell me we'll get through 
This together. 
Don't judge 
Don't make me feel 
Like I make it all up
Help me set goals 
And make sure I know
If I don't make them
It's okay
It's just a blip 
I'll live to try 
Another day...

Collaboration with the lovely @Lish.

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Written by Sammielee46 in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Fuck Judgement
You know what?
I'm sick of your shit
Your convoluted mind
All this damn nonsense 
There's nothing wrong with you!
It's just fucking stress
Anxiety disorder?
Ha!
There is no such thing!
Attention demanding?
Now that sounds more like it

Fuck you and your ignorance 
Shame that isn't a disorder 
You'd be severely blind 
With your lack of sensitivity 
- Any idea 
How your shit makes me feel? 
I have anxiety 
And you have no heart

You point the finger of ignorance
But your aim is off 
Point at yourself, fool
Always unsettled 
- Pacing 
Ridiculous worry 
Over such trivial things
How stupid is that?
Never ending whines 
About life’s stress
- Weakling
We all have stress 
Suck it up like the rest of us

My hands shake
My mind races 
My breath; almost non-existent 
My heart beats so fucking hard 
I'm aware 
Yet out of body 
Watching myself 
Lose myself 
Anxiety - 
Not the only emotion 
Despair 
Panic 
Fear 
A sense of that black cloud 
That has been following me 
For months and months 
Is finally going to rain 
And strike me with 
Pains of lightning 
Take over my ears 
With its roars 
And, fuck, 
I feel like I am 
Going to die. 
Take your criticism and
Your lack of support 
- Your apathetic nature 
Proves you'll never 
Get anxiety 
Or panic 
Because you have to actually 
Feel, 
To be able to feel 
The way I do.

You're kidding me right?
That sounds so lame
A bit of worry 
Makes you shiver and quake
Silly thoughts of 
What ifs; could be's 
Gifts you out of body 
- Ghostly
Paranormal shit 
A childish fear; turns ominous 
Breathing death down your spine
C’mon
Admit it - 
It's all in your head
Stop thinking bad thoughts
Just take some deep breaths
It's simple
Calm the fuck down! 
Why do you do this?
When everything 
Will be fine
Or just keep this shit up
- Exaggerate 
Make yourself sick with dread
You’re so thick headed 
Refusing to help yourself
Relying on this charade
To use as a crutch
- Ha! 
I bet you make it all up
Just a masquerade 
To get your foot in that door
But Doctor, Please
Just give me some pills 
I’m too fragile 
Can't cope
My face bears no smiles 
Unless I'm jacked up on dope

If that makes me lame 
Then it makes you a cunt 
Try a bit of understanding 
A least I'm being upfront 
It takes courage to talk 
About the scribbles 
In my soul 
Their tangles make me 
Feel desolate 
Alone. 
All in my mind? 
I really wish it was 
Did you not listen
When I told you 
How it affects my 
Shell? 
Yes, I said shell, 
Because that's all I am
A home for the 
Anguish 
A place for the
Panic 
Jacked up on dope? 
Get a fucking heart 
Do you realise it's 
A chemical imbalance 
That leaves my 
Brain askew? 
Try asking how you can help 
Or don't. 
Fuck you.

I do have a heart
This just doesn't make sense
I mean 
You have to admit
Some claims that you
Made - 
Paradoxical shit at best
Floating out of 
Your body?
Staring at yourself 
From above?
Detective Mulder
Or Agent Scully
Might believe this wild shit
But this isn't
The X-Files 
And Bigfoot doesn't exist
What you don't get
Is that I do want to help!
I tried getting answers
Spent hours online
Scrolling for truth 
But site after site 
Contradicting the last
This one says this
Next one says that
Enigmatic questions
No solid 
Answers 
You're not the only
One in despair
Helpless 
Confused
All of this 
Is affecting me too

You say you've looked online 
And found conflicting information 
But anxiety 
Manifests 
In so many different ways
- What I don't understand 
Is why you didn't ask me
To try to explain 
How I feel
Help me untie
My tongue 
That's all I've ever needed
Is for you to try and understand 
The noise in my body 
The deafening terror in my brain
I don't need words 
Please don't tell me to
Calm down 
Relax 
It's all in my head 
Put your hand on my shoulder 
Ground me 
Talk at me about anything 
Just don't expect a response 
Remind me I'm alive 
Here, in this space 
Don't get frustrated 
Angry 
Don't get in my face 
Approach me with 
A gentle hand
And heart 
Show me you care 
With compassion 
Tell me we'll get through 
This together. 
Don't judge 
Don't make me feel 
Like I make it all up
Help me set goals 
And make sure I know
If I don't make them
It's okay
It's just a blip 
I'll live to try 
Another day...


Collaboration with the lovely @Lish.
#poetry  #collaboration  #Itslit  #getlit  #fuckjudgement 
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Written by Sammielee46 in portal Poetry & Free Verse

moth eaten

like a moth to a flame

she drew near

trust - she gave blindly

he plucked her wings

with his heat

and watched her struggle

to take flight

- she had warned him

that the flame

would scold and

singe

but he

fanned the flames

and made it grow.

if only he nurtured

her like he did

the flame.

he didn't heed her

warnings.

he

didn't listen.

he never did.

she batted her wings

- the wings of a ghost

amputated by his

ignorance

and lack of care

she crawled away

using every ounce

of her strength,

leaving claw marks

of determination

and desperation

to taste the nectar

of freedom

across his soul

see, unlike moths,

who get burnt and

yet return to the

fire,

she learned,

she moved on

and it was he who

woke up

with the residue of

of her dust

on his fingers

and the regret

in his gut

along with her scars

across his

blackened heart...

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Written by Sammielee46 in portal Poetry & Free Verse
moth eaten
like a moth to a flame
she drew near
trust - she gave blindly
he plucked her wings
with his heat
and watched her struggle
to take flight
- she had warned him
that the flame
would scold and
singe
but he
fanned the flames
and made it grow.
if only he nurtured
her like he did
the flame.
he didn't heed her
warnings.
he
didn't listen.
he never did.
she batted her wings
- the wings of a ghost
amputated by his
ignorance
and lack of care
she crawled away
using every ounce
of her strength,
leaving claw marks
of determination
and desperation
to taste the nectar
of freedom
across his soul
see, unlike moths,
who get burnt and
yet return to the
fire,
she learned,
she moved on
and it was he who
woke up
with the residue of
of her dust
on his fingers
and the regret
in his gut
along with her scars
across his
blackened heart...
#poetry  #Itslit  #getlit 
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Written by Sammielee46 in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Crystallise

Slide your sighs

between my thighs

I'll read the words

Your tongue implies

Colonise,

take your place -

Reprise

Deft hands play me

Counter-clockwise

With the moonrise

Spread my butterflies

Hear my cries

- illicit lullabies

Make me beg

Don't apologise

Take me, now

Burglarise

Rise and fall

Multiplies

Erect our echoes

- Fertilise

Rinse. Repeat.

Rhapsodise

As our waves

Synchronise

Until the crest

Intensifies

Then we fall down

Hypnotise...

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Crystallise
Slide your sighs
between my thighs
I'll read the words
Your tongue implies
Colonise,
take your place -
Reprise
Deft hands play me
Counter-clockwise
With the moonrise
Spread my butterflies
Hear my cries
- illicit lullabies
Make me beg
Don't apologise
Take me, now
Burglarise
Rise and fall
Multiplies
Erect our echoes
- Fertilise
Rinse. Repeat.
Rhapsodise
As our waves
Synchronise
Until the crest
Intensifies
Then we fall down
Hypnotise...
#poetry  #rhyme  #amwriting  #Itslit  #getlit  #sauce 
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Written by Sammielee46 in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Swallow The Depths

Gnashing teeth

I cannot sleep

Losing control

Of the grief I keep

Drink the void

Bite my tongue

Taste despair

Then empty my lung

Don't judge me

I'm fucking weak

As words rip and tear

We all desperately seek

But I cannot see

My eyes are sewn

I'm blind to the light

My voice - monotone

Glitches of stitches

We clench on discretions

So digital yet mineral

Trapped inside the tide

Of impressions

We rebel - hide and confide

Of the critical yet cynical

The superficial fuck with us

Us, the pessimistic race

Lashed by the materialistic

Left with scars upon our face

Confined in space,

laced with their disgrace

Those tides will sink us

We will drown

Joy turned to ash

Green turned to the brown

Of decay

Dark and dank

Out of the cup of lies

We drank

As our generation sank

Down so low - so low

Questioning everything

That we ought to know

Saints turned to sinners

No fucking elders

- Only beginners

We cry. We cry

But we're so damn confused

We do not know why

Lies became truth

We are the land of the lost

Falsifying, forever lying

No matter what the cost

The youth thinks they are wise

They can't hear the elders cries

We're muted

By the convoluted

With blocked tears within our eyes

The human race lost forever

Our pens are suddenly blunt

No more rallying together

When societies' a cunt...

Can we kick a field goal

As generation x?

Just a blind attempt

To inspire the next?

We live by the art

And may die by the pen

But if given the chance

We would

Die, and die again

Remain deep and true

Yes, true to yourself

This world full of hate

Could dictate your own health

Keep your head above the water

Don't swallow the depths of blue

Use the paper to make your cuts

Make sure it's the essence of you

We all have one thing in common

The only thing we share is death

So make your words count

Until you take your final breath...

*a collaboration with the badass, @Skull.

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Written by Sammielee46 in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Swallow The Depths
Gnashing teeth
I cannot sleep
Losing control
Of the grief I keep

Drink the void
Bite my tongue
Taste despair
Then empty my lung

Don't judge me
I'm fucking weak
As words rip and tear
We all desperately seek

But I cannot see
My eyes are sewn
I'm blind to the light
My voice - monotone

Glitches of stitches
We clench on discretions
So digital yet mineral
Trapped inside the tide
Of impressions
We rebel - hide and confide
Of the critical yet cynical

The superficial fuck with us
Us, the pessimistic race
Lashed by the materialistic
Left with scars upon our face
Confined in space,
laced with their disgrace
Those tides will sink us
We will drown
Joy turned to ash
Green turned to the brown
Of decay
Dark and dank
Out of the cup of lies
We drank

As our generation sank
Down so low - so low
Questioning everything
That we ought to know
Saints turned to sinners
No fucking elders
- Only beginners
We cry. We cry
But we're so damn confused
We do not know why

Lies became truth
We are the land of the lost
Falsifying, forever lying
No matter what the cost
The youth thinks they are wise
They can't hear the elders cries
We're muted
By the convoluted
With blocked tears within our eyes
The human race lost forever
Our pens are suddenly blunt
No more rallying together
When societies' a cunt...

Can we kick a field goal
As generation x?
Just a blind attempt
To inspire the next?
We live by the art
And may die by the pen
But if given the chance
We would
Die, and die again
Remain deep and true
Yes, true to yourself
This world full of hate
Could dictate your own health

Keep your head above the water
Don't swallow the depths of blue
Use the paper to make your cuts
Make sure it's the essence of you
We all have one thing in common
The only thing we share is death
So make your words count
Until you take your final breath...


*a collaboration with the badass, @Skull.
#fiction  #poetry  #collaboration  #amwriting  #Itslit 
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Written by Sammielee46 in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Sate Me

Velveteen touch meets silken skin

Opaque obsessions laced with sin

Righteous rituals are hidden herein

Accented with threads that've worn thin

Cut those ties and start to spin

Insatiable chords with lusts violin

Obdure your desire, now let me in

Underneath your attire is where I'll begin

Satiate my appetite and delve deep within...

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Written by Sammielee46 in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Sate Me
Velveteen touch meets silken skin
Opaque obsessions laced with sin
Righteous rituals are hidden herein
Accented with threads that've worn thin
Cut those ties and start to spin
Insatiable chords with lusts violin
Obdure your desire, now let me in
Underneath your attire is where I'll begin
Satiate my appetite and delve deep within...

#poetry  #acrostic  #amwriting  #Itslit  #getlit 
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Written by Sammielee46 in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Unlace Me

Undress me 'til I'm nothing but lace

I'm the shadow, bring your lights embrace

Strip my skin; with heat replace

The parts of me the frost would deface

You've made me bare, now take a taste

Part the material, temptation traced

Snake your hands from breast to waist

I am your sin, no need to be chaste

Bruise my skin with your lust splattered red

A palette of wanting stirred onto our bed

Drink my desire 'til your appetite's fed

I'll know you're sated when your hardness has bled

Bleed your passion deep inside me

Increase my greed, grant your serenity

Make me moan louder, sigh with intensity

Our bodies collide without hyperbole

Ride my wave; take my ship to shore

Peak with my crest and surf me evermore

I've hidden depths that you'll want to explore

I'm your addiction just touch me to score

We'll keep our rhythm 'til I make you rain

'Til you drip down my leg and leave lusts stain

I'll lick your pleasure and take every grain

Until the next time, my sin has been slain...

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Written by Sammielee46 in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Unlace Me
Undress me 'til I'm nothing but lace
I'm the shadow, bring your lights embrace
Strip my skin; with heat replace
The parts of me the frost would deface

You've made me bare, now take a taste
Part the material, temptation traced
Snake your hands from breast to waist
I am your sin, no need to be chaste

Bruise my skin with your lust splattered red
A palette of wanting stirred onto our bed
Drink my desire 'til your appetite's fed
I'll know you're sated when your hardness has bled

Bleed your passion deep inside me
Increase my greed, grant your serenity
Make me moan louder, sigh with intensity
Our bodies collide without hyperbole

Ride my wave; take my ship to shore
Peak with my crest and surf me evermore
I've hidden depths that you'll want to explore
I'm your addiction just touch me to score

We'll keep our rhythm 'til I make you rain
'Til you drip down my leg and leave lusts stain
I'll lick your pleasure and take every grain
Until the next time, my sin has been slain...
#poetry  #rhyme  #amwriting  #Itslit  #getlit 
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Written by Sammielee46 in portal Stream of Consciousness

Realist

When the world around you seems a darker place - it probably is. This is not me being a pessimist, this is me being a realist.

Sometimes we need darkness to remind us how warm the sunshine really is. It teaches us to appreciate every last second of each sun ray.

Without darkness, without storm clouds and rain, we fail to hear the birdsong when the precipitation stops; we fail to see when the blue smothers the black, and the rainbows illuminate our skies.

When my world is dark, I think of marble eyes, I feel the warmth given in a smile, the fit of a soul enveloping me. He knows just how deeply his light shines through the darkness that strangulates my sight.

He showed me that beauty can be found in the dark. The galaxies of stardust that encompass the grains that make us who we are. The star-shimmer. The moonlight. The way the night sky highlights his jaw, a jaw that I want to pepper my kisses along.

He took me in his arms, during the light, and I closed my eyes and allowed the dark to take me. It took me beneath its cloak, whilst his heartbeat underneath my ear, sung lullabies to me and his scent embraced my dreams. He showed me that darkness with him didn't mean nightmares, it meant comfort, daydreams, an entity that was whole and content.

He taught me that the darkness around me needn't be my orbit. That its gravity couldn't weigh me down when his love gave me the air I needed to float. I became weightless. That was until the darkness radiated from him.

When his candied speech became sour as his actions repelled the words he sung. Blame was on my shoulders, as it was I who "saw it wrong."

My thoughts summoned questions with clouds that blocked the sun.

This dark came with permafrost, and a jet black that was the void against love, contentment, beauty, and happiness.

As I sobbed on my knees next to what I was forced to bury alone. The storm clouds lingered, and I became a sodden mess of rain and tears. I remembered what we lost and what I was about to lose. A lover, my finest friend, my everything.

I remembered the hue, the things we got through, I remembered you, the distant skies of blue, the memories we've yet to accrue. Then I remembered the loss, the lies, your love - just a disguise, our sighs, and lullabies, as the rain fell upon me; the sky cries.

You lost nothing, nothing was ever true. Not when it came from those lips I still long to kiss. That head of yours hung southward to stop me looking into the deception within your eyes.

I got cold. So cold my teeth chatter stopped. My body was still. I couldn't remember anything anymore. Why was I even here? Why did the wet seep under my skin? Why wouldn't the darkness lift? My plan. My plan was foiled. I didn't get to lay in rest. I didn't even get to try. The darkness clutched at my throat.

The light. The world was light. I'd been doused in darkness for so long, the light hurt my eyes. I thought you were there, my light, my love. My ears heard beeps, slow, sluggish beeps, I could see the light from behind my heavy lids. I thought you were there.

The beeping is me, why am I beeping? Where is my light? I need my light. Where are you? You're not here. Why can't I sit up? Where am I?

All you had to do was be here. All you had to do was love me, and prove it. Promise. Commit. That is all. But you chose something different. You broke me. You hurt me. You scarred me.

I open my eyes. They saved me. I didn't want to be saved. I wanted to fade into the blackness and hold the things we lost. Remember things when they were light. I don't want to be here under false, artificial light.

I want to find the comfort within the darkness, and when they switch off the machines, and the warmth, I'll find warmth within the abyss. Where you can't hurt me again.

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Written by Sammielee46 in portal Stream of Consciousness
Realist
When the world around you seems a darker place - it probably is. This is not me being a pessimist, this is me being a realist.

Sometimes we need darkness to remind us how warm the sunshine really is. It teaches us to appreciate every last second of each sun ray.

Without darkness, without storm clouds and rain, we fail to hear the birdsong when the precipitation stops; we fail to see when the blue smothers the black, and the rainbows illuminate our skies.

When my world is dark, I think of marble eyes, I feel the warmth given in a smile, the fit of a soul enveloping me. He knows just how deeply his light shines through the darkness that strangulates my sight.

He showed me that beauty can be found in the dark. The galaxies of stardust that encompass the grains that make us who we are. The star-shimmer. The moonlight. The way the night sky highlights his jaw, a jaw that I want to pepper my kisses along.

He took me in his arms, during the light, and I closed my eyes and allowed the dark to take me. It took me beneath its cloak, whilst his heartbeat underneath my ear, sung lullabies to me and his scent embraced my dreams. He showed me that darkness with him didn't mean nightmares, it meant comfort, daydreams, an entity that was whole and content.

He taught me that the darkness around me needn't be my orbit. That its gravity couldn't weigh me down when his love gave me the air I needed to float. I became weightless. That was until the darkness radiated from him.

When his candied speech became sour as his actions repelled the words he sung. Blame was on my shoulders, as it was I who "saw it wrong."
My thoughts summoned questions with clouds that blocked the sun.

This dark came with permafrost, and a jet black that was the void against love, contentment, beauty, and happiness.

As I sobbed on my knees next to what I was forced to bury alone. The storm clouds lingered, and I became a sodden mess of rain and tears. I remembered what we lost and what I was about to lose. A lover, my finest friend, my everything.

I remembered the hue, the things we got through, I remembered you, the distant skies of blue, the memories we've yet to accrue. Then I remembered the loss, the lies, your love - just a disguise, our sighs, and lullabies, as the rain fell upon me; the sky cries.

You lost nothing, nothing was ever true. Not when it came from those lips I still long to kiss. That head of yours hung southward to stop me looking into the deception within your eyes.

I got cold. So cold my teeth chatter stopped. My body was still. I couldn't remember anything anymore. Why was I even here? Why did the wet seep under my skin? Why wouldn't the darkness lift? My plan. My plan was foiled. I didn't get to lay in rest. I didn't even get to try. The darkness clutched at my throat.

The light. The world was light. I'd been doused in darkness for so long, the light hurt my eyes. I thought you were there, my light, my love. My ears heard beeps, slow, sluggish beeps, I could see the light from behind my heavy lids. I thought you were there.

The beeping is me, why am I beeping? Where is my light? I need my light. Where are you? You're not here. Why can't I sit up? Where am I?

All you had to do was be here. All you had to do was love me, and prove it. Promise. Commit. That is all. But you chose something different. You broke me. You hurt me. You scarred me.

I open my eyes. They saved me. I didn't want to be saved. I wanted to fade into the blackness and hold the things we lost. Remember things when they were light. I don't want to be here under false, artificial light.

I want to find the comfort within the darkness, and when they switch off the machines, and the warmth, I'll find warmth within the abyss. Where you can't hurt me again.
#fiction  #streamofconsciousness  #amwriting  #Itslit  #getlit 
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Written by Sammielee46 in portal Haiku

They Bled, We Bleed

Poppy on her chest

Heart heavy under her breast

Laying him to rest

***

Lest we forget.

I hope one day war is a word we all reflect upon as we use words not weapons to discuss and resolve our issues.

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Written by Sammielee46 in portal Haiku
They Bled, We Bleed
Poppy on her chest
Heart heavy under her breast
Laying him to rest


***


Lest we forget.

I hope one day war is a word we all reflect upon as we use words not weapons to discuss and resolve our issues.
#haiku  #remembranceday  #wewillremember  #lestweforget 
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