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I am greed, I am gluttony, I am this vile thing called Lust.
Of all things deviant and distraught, I am the facilitator
Of all things teary, dripping or dry, and user of the weary
I am a liar and a cheat, the worst kind of manipulator.
It's grueling to abide the whispers you speak,
It's delicate to control the insanity I leak.
Everywhere I go, you exist,
Breathless wind, dry rain, lit darkness,
You bring them all, burning bliss,
Like the noose around my neck.
I just want to cast aside,
But to you I must abide,
Because time and time again,
I've truly tried,
And lied, and lied, and lied,
"You are not a part of me,"
I do not care, covet, crave, or dare I say, love....
The days I'm alone,
Are the best I've ever had,
But schizophrenic conversations consume them,
And you won't go away,
Because thoughts make me who I am,
And you torment me day and night
Even though, I'm in love with someone real,
And everything's all right.
You taunt and tease, so I feel,
And no matter how hard I shut my eyes,
You stay even with my cries,
Sirens of imagination and lies.
These are confessions of the weak,
My blood, tainted does reek,
With insanity I maledict
Can no longer be this addict.
I’ve never acted, never caused harm,
Wish I could take up arms,
I have and will fight,
But my remarks seem trite,
In my tears, fears, and fright.
I am greed, I am gluttony, I am this vile thing called Lust.
Of all things deviant and distraught, I am the facilitator
Of all things teary, dripping or dry, and user of the weary
I am a liar and a cheat, the worst kind of manipulator.
It's grueling to abide the whispers you speak,
It's delicate to control the insanity I leak.
Burden on my back, breaking me to fold,
I must saunter, and love the one I hold.
She is real, she is bold, she is this wonderful thing called love,
But you voices split my head in two,
And I hope she’ll forgive,
Because I think only would a few,
And with her, I want to live.
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Hood cloaked face,
forced feet taken me.
I arrive at a four way,
intersection intersecting me,
and I cease.
Breath eluding, shoes sinking,
soul ascending, eyes acclivitously cast....
how pitiful.
Whispering wind carries me away,
as a mother to a newborn,
Into my arbor of solace.
Worthless shade,
in my somber skies.
Love lullabies from a singing songbird.
Giving into my grief, I listen.
Your voice echoes, and I listen.
Screaming scent of you echo,
I must listen evermore....
My tongue trapped uttering
"But I love you...."
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Jeff Sampica Poem
Some days I wonder why I wake when dreams I fancy,
In their fabrications do I wonder and weep.
Sorrow softly slips me into realities of impossibilities where I do leap.
These times are fragile fragments shattering when silence is subdue.
When quiet quickly flees, noise, neither needed nor welcomed, does creep.
Like a condemning conscience, truths of tomorrow are forever,
And sleep succumbs by slings of reality.
How a chance could dawn a dream, and set momentary motionless to this setting sadness in sleep.
Shrouds of future failings suppress fantasies of frivolity, replaced with the woven woes and worries of ever.
I no longer long for courage, love, or life, when pillows may pluck and pick me to peace for just a few tears, I shall
willfully weep forever.
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Quote: Where did I come from, and where will I go when I die? maybe all this time
that's all I wanted, the freedom to find out.
In the peace of silence comes a splinter of happiness,
So I may wander the wonder's path, toying and tinkering,
Yet society has stuck me on this rippled rout,
And every step fills me more with doubt.
My emptiness comes out and fills the atmosphere,
As I'm left alone to stumble to the mirror,
Seeing the consuming melancholy in my chest is the only reminder that I'm still alive.
My limits confound me in chains yet all I have is a smile.
Like a patient with a small smirk cannot cry a tear for it would dry his body weak to the
cancer.
Now I'm feeling the emotion I can't speak to the shadow stuck alongside me, it alone
has the answer.
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