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Samantha Scharf Poem
It's a Dixon Ticonderoga HB#2
This pencil, still my favorite,
Still ties me back to you.
I'm so distant as of late,
In my mind, in my heart,
It seems there's too much on my plate.
I've been selfish in my time
And stingy with myself,
Thinking I'm passed my prime.
I don't know who I am
Now who you ever were
Nor who we should've been.
Anxiety is crippling me
Today is not my day again
Nor is any next day I foresee.
I'm tired of being here.
I want to, please, go home
Before home turns into fear.
Remind me who I'm not
By showing me who you are
All the demons I have fought.
Copyright © Samantha Scharf | Year Posted 2024
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Samantha Scharf Poem
i should write something back,
I know.
Love letters do not agree well
When left without a response.
This is what I continue to tell myself.
Still, there it sits,
Anonymous and unrequited
I will not write a lie,
Nor will I feign feelings
Where it's certain they'll
Never be.
Still, I should write something back,
I know.
Love letters do not age well
When left with a response.
Copyright © Samantha Scharf | Year Posted 2024
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Samantha Scharf Poem
I am overwhelmed with almost.
It's in everything I see
And everything I do,
Almost all around me.
Water, almost clean.
Food, almost filling.
Tea, almost hot.
Mind, almost willing.
Almost, inescapable,
Yes, I can almost get away.
But almost always finds me
Wherever I almost stay.
See, I almost got to sleep in,
Almost found a four leaf clover.
I almost tried to make a new friend,
Except, my sentence is almost over.
My heart was almost broken
By a love I almost felt.
The pain, it almost killed me,
It almost sent me back to hell.
Then you said you almost missed me,
Which made me feel almost bad.
I've been more than almost distant
Because I'm so much more than almost sad
Copyright © Samantha Scharf | Year Posted 2024
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Samantha Scharf Poem
Paint me in your memory
I long to feel your love
Sketch my soul upon your spirit
Tell me that I'm enough
You, my other half
The best part of me
The blood inside my veins
The very air I breathe
You are who I am
Everything I have become
You are the final product
Of every good thing I have done
You are who I long to be
So etch my name upon your skin
Then everywhere I get to go
Is every place that you have been
My own mind, endless torment
Every thought exposed and true
It's clear that I am nothing
Unless I am with you.
Copyright © Samantha Scharf | Year Posted 2024
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Samantha Scharf Poem
My days are void of color
It seems I cannot speak your name
My consciousness lives within my memories
Holding only myself to blame.
The bleakness of reality
My soul, it perseveres
It lives far outside these bricks
I'm left alone with just my fears:
I am one broken half
To a whole I long to be
I am the shards of shattered glass
Of the crystal rose you once made me.
I am sharp cruel edges
Broken thorns, scuffed out shine
I am every tear shed in secrecy
Every single dishonest "I'm fine."
I am drops of paint beneath tables
Hidden corners, lacking grout
I am every hope and wish and promise
That everyone forgot about.
Copyright © Samantha Scharf | Year Posted 2024
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Samantha Scharf Poem
I enjoy the little things
And the big things, I ignore
Instead of sitting idle,
I would much rather explore.
Life is an adventure
So, I take it as a joke.
I'll always find the silver lining,
Even if I'm hungry, homeless, and broke.
Nothing in this world matters
No, not even me or you,
So living for just this moment
Is all that we can do.
I enjoy the little things,
Because that's all we really have
Every moment I'm alive,
I'll be searching for a laugh.
Copyright © Samantha Scharf | Year Posted 2024
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