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Drippy

Drippy
              by
       samnesia.com

“He’s kept himself together”
“That boy’s kept himself in line”, they said.
But I can’t keep hurting myself
and say that I am happy.
There’s a leakage in here, somewhere 
The echoes are too loud
and they make me drippy.

The inside is too damp
The leakage won’t stop dripping.
So, please do not mind me,
I’m only dying in here.
And spending New Years eve drunk off my ass
has gotten old quickly.

“He seems rather kind”
But I’m still unhappy.
The leakage will burst, someday
and I’ll be floating on a lake where I’ll die alone.
The inside will collapse
and I might not come out, alive.

Copyright © Sam Raven | Year Posted 2018



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Drag

Drag
by
samnesia.com

After sleeping for the past twelve hours
I still won’t go outside
Only if I feel like dying with the sun on my face
Even then, I’d have to drag myself out there.

With a mouth that tastes like ash
whenever I swallow
If I walk out there, I’ll only fall 
beneath the weight on my mind.
These fragile bones will break again.
Even then, I’d have to drag myself to somewhere safe
Possibly, the morgue
I hope to hell it’s a morgue.

Coughing up my insides onto the floor,
there’s always one, who’d love to watch me
crawl back into the dark and away from the pain.
All these cigarettes leave me
is the small belief 
that I may never wake up again. 

After sleeping through another twelve hours,
I don’t think I’ll be leaving, anytime soon
Only if I feel like dying in the warmth of the sun
Even then, I’d have to drag myself out there
Out where
I may never wake up again.

Copyright © Sam Raven | Year Posted 2018

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Another Broken Doll

What little breath I have left is being spent
choking on tears that I have held for too long.
But a lid keeps me shut in here
in a glass jar
where she locked me away.

She collects broken dolls
and stores them where
their souls pour out and fill up their containers.
She, who claims her victims, stares down at me
Without her, I may not last out there
where she found me twisted and torn open
and struggling to breathe.

When she finds another broken doll,
She will keep them safe
They will be locked away and sealed inside a jar
and just like me, they will convince themselves that they’re better off
Maybe one day, I’ll find myself laying in 
broken glass on the floor.

Copyright © Sam Raven | Year Posted 2018

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Speak For Yourself

Speak for Yourself-

I thought it was time to speak and explain myself
It would have been easier if we had met in person,
but we both found an alibi to excuse ourselves
I suppose you assumed that I had nothing to say.

I had no words to use, anyway.
Had we spoke, you might have answered for us both
and it would have been closer to the truth 
than I would have liked.
At that point, I might have found an alibi
to excuse these past two years
that I had spent alone.

Silence would have held us in confinement,
until we came to old age.
We were eager when we had time to waste on one another
but that didn’t last long. 
Had I said nothing, I might have imagined a person
to whom I could offer a cigarette.
Time hasn’t exactly been kind to you
and to tell you the truth,
I can’t really speak for myself.

Copyright © Sam Raven | Year Posted 2018

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Useless

Even if I could mend it,
I would still be useless.
Even if I could stitch myself up,
the seams will fall apart again.
The mould couldn’t hold itself together
as it melted in the sun.
I’m still unworthy of your image.

Your expectations failed to notice
that anything built on poisoned soil
would be tainted from within.
Even if I kept healthy,
I would still be useless.
Despite the time- you spent to mould me
The acid rain will eat me away. 

Even if I had a spine,
I would never be a man.
I’m not one for meeting standards 
as I have never had any.
Even if I could meet them,
I would still be useless.

Copyright © Sam Raven | Year Posted 2018



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Thoughts Like These

I remember when you had more time 
to spend on worrying about me
One day, you told me you were tired
Tired of waiting for me to come back to life.
After you left,
I had never felt so alone.
Although, I can’t really blame you at all.
It took me this long to realize 
that we all have thoughts like these, once in a while.

The last time we spoke,
you asked me, “What the hell is the matter?”
I told you, “I was bitten by a vampire”.
“That explains a lot,
You’ve been dead to me, for quite a while”

I can’t say, I blame you
I would have walked away, too.
There’s a place, where people like me belong
So long as I am there,
you won’t be bothered by me.
It took me this long to realize
that we all have thoughts like these, once in a while.

Copyright © Sam Raven | Year Posted 2018

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Galoer

Gaoler

You’ll feel obliged to make them happy
You’ll cut your hands, because
You want them to be happy
But if you’re not bleeding
You’ll starting to feel guilty.

They’ll remove your spine
And you won’t feel resentful
Connect your limbs to strings
and make you read your lines
If you stutter,
They’ll make you feel guilty.

After you’ve killed your self,
They’ll start to mould you
into a clay figurine
And keep you on a shelf
Where your life is written in stone
And you’re the gaoler.

Copyright © Sam Raven | Year Posted 2018

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The Flying Boy

I can’t recall another time when I’d felt so alive
The day when that feeling disappeared
came out from nowhere.
I always knew that it wouldn’t stay
But I never knew that it would fade
like a patch of old paint.

Those days slipped through my hands
Maybe someday, I’ll ask myself
if I’ll ever see them again.
And if I find that feeling again
I’ll expect that it won’t last long.

I can’t recall another time when I’d felt so alive
it was easier to be happy when 
that feeling was still there.
I’ll make a wish for another chance to feel young again
Then I’ll keep it safe from disappearing.

Copyright © Sam Raven | Year Posted 2018


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