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Princess On A Train, The Train
Today I have for you the story of a girl on a train. The story of a girl of such ethereal beauty, abundant character, and brazen intellect that one could hardly consider her real. The story of our lady, that one who is champion for us so that we may live again in that kingdom of golden plenty. The story of that girl who is the light when all is in darkness. The story of that one who I only hope that someday I can be compared against in half as favorable a light. Please enjoy the poem today. This one means a lot to me.
Our Lady, The Traveller
So many fears
And so many tears
The story of a girl on the subway
A girl crying on the train
A girl with eyes so vibrant and beautiful
The war for Helen of Troy might seem like a playground spat
Were she now to be the focus
This girl on the subway
With jet black hair
And the fairest of skin
Sweeter than honey
Feeling less than sunny
The days for her
Already long
Grow longer still
She waits for her mind to come home from war
For her love to come knocking at the door
Staring out the window
Seeing stations pass by
She tells herself that little lie
“I’m ok! I’m alright,” she’ll cry,
As her manicured nails dig into her thigh.
Recalcitrant as she is
In her rebellion against the crown
She fears now the forces rallied to her opposition
As their war horns sound
But our lady, my lady
The princess and heir
So beautiful and fair
Those horns that sound
Her allies to her aid
Riding down the mountain in that most righteous cavalcade
That girl crying on the subway
She’ll find the words with which to say,
“I’m ok. I’m alright.”
And on that day,
She’ll have the strength to fight.
You Know That Feeling?
That feeling you get? That one you get when everything seems turned upside down and inside out? When your intestines twist and knot into a ball of writhing flesh and fluid in such a gross display of angry sadness that you wish that you could just pull them out? Keep them in there. Innards are important. The sickness will pass. One day you’ll learn to untie the knot. Easier if you were once a boy scout, but not impossible otherwise. Enjoy the poem today, friends.
Labyrinth
There within my core
A pit, like an apple
Knowing there is something there
With which i cannot grapple
My core is all in knots
My mind so full of nots
Here I sit and think of all the many empty lots
Where We might sit and think so many thoughts
These words do not release
This tension of declension
A descent so far to madness
That sanity seems so intertwined with badness
Down again into the catacombs
Through all this aching blackness
I look and see a pair of tomes
Filled so now with memories of sadness
A history so obscured in mystery
No one knows but me
No one knows but us
Perhaps we’ll fill a tome again
Perhaps we’ll dream that dream again.
Only Wish I Had Amnesia
I only wish I had amnesia. I only wish I could forget. Locked away inside a vault but not forgotten, never forgotten. The banging on the door, the inhumanness that emanates from Behind… I can’t escape. I can’t leave. This is my castle. And I am besieged. Invaders at the gate, foul beasts bring about their war machines. My men fortify the doors and knock their ladders from the walls but we all know that one day these walls will fall. Perhaps I’ll let my monsters out to tear apart the their kin.
Is There Anyone Out There?
Where to again?
Where would you have me go?
“You know I’d do anything for you, my love”
Split between a thousand paths
Some fork in the road, yeah?
Lost again
I’m off the trail
They’ll never find me now
I forgot to tell a friend
I walk again through these woods
Birds ever so softly chirping in their trees
Finding a distinct lack of bees
It only hurts a little more without you here
A feeling in my chest like a submarine out of power, stuck a thousand leagues under the sea
Crushed and broken
Spent my last token
My submarine in pieces
I too lie crushed and broken
Torn apart by sharks and crabs and angler fish
I am forgotten under the sea
May they never find my body
I’d rather they not see
What’s really happened to me
Poems by Sam 