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Sam Carl Poem
How long can I sit here?
With my head in my hands
Drenched in layers of my fear.
Stop thinking, my thoughts all smear
Like ocean water devouring the sands
How long can I sit here?
Urgent whispers within my ear
Speaking sorrow of the sacred lands
Drenched in layers of my fear.
I'm strong for long, but wait! There's a tear
The shattering of my dreamlands.
How long can I just sit here?
Those evil thoughts, they always sneer
When there is only one left who stands
Drenched in layers of my fear.
Here they come, they draw near!
With all of their cruel demands
How long can I just sit here
Drenched in layers of my fear?
Copyright © Sam Carl | Year Posted 2012
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Sam Carl Poem
My silver heart, what can it be?
Everything pure and divinity?
Not quite, actually far from
As it twists around my restless
thumb.
It stands for the heart I aim to
have
One of unconditional, powerful
love
Not that with broken shards.
One that beats for life
And overcomes
No imploding under pressure.
It stands for the metal I have
had
Coating my heart so I can
stumble through.
It gently lies around my neck
Protecting me from a malicious
wreck.
Words, they have pummeled
me,
"Gay...Fag...Queer" ----- Please
get out of here!
My silver heart please help
Give me the strength and help
me shed a tear.
Tears of self-hate and loathing
But tears that pull me through.
Please silver heart, I'm begging
you.
Please help me pull through.
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Sam Carl Poem
The moon is a hypnotizing crystal ball.
It sees your struggles and your hurt,
and as it graces the glimmering night sky,
it is silent as it glows.
It shines the light on all the answers
but only for a moment, like a dream
forgotten in the first few moments of consciousness...
It never rests, only guards you
while you cry and while you wonder
and boil and freeze
Everything is clear as crystal during the night.
During the day, we hide.
At night, we creep into who we are.
We don't like to admit it. We're prideful.
But as the moon is our guardian
It allures us to the surface
of our own hardmetal skin,
and melts it into irresistable tenderness.
At night we feel the most at peace.
At night we feel the most beautiful.
But at night we feel exposed and
the most insecure.
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Sam Carl Poem
It's time to go and leave this place
Adventures are at the door
We want this moment to come forever
And now it's finally here
Adventures are at the door
It's scary to even think about them
And now it's finally here
No more time left to spare
It's scary to even think about them
The candles are going out
No more time left to spare
I'm at the door and paralyzed
The candles are going out
We want this moment to come forever
I'm at the door and paralyzed
It's time to go and leave this place.
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Sam Carl Poem
Ever since I can remember
My vision was blurry.
Everything melted and melded together.
I ran into things, and hurt my toes
And always needed my glasses.
With glasses, the world seemed clear.
I could see out into the horizon, and
The mountains in big sky Montana
It all is wondrous, and it all sparkles
But leaves nothing to imagine.
We see it all, as clear as day
And it is quite astounding
But it leaves nothing to discover
Or wonder for creating the image
Of your dreamland
And as I look out windows
Gaze up and through the clouds
And look down from the balcony
Sometimes I wish I couldn’t see clear
The mind paints a better picture.
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Sam Carl Poem
Mirage---A spin on a sonnet.
So close to me that I can hear you breathe.
Your eyes stare through me into wonderland.
Suppression and secrets. Pain underneath.
It’s astounding that I hold your hand.
In dreams I think of you and only you.
We laugh. Our lives, they feel complete at last.
Lying together, we are always true,
As the sun falls gently, my heart beats fast.
It’s only a dream I never live
As you hide beneath your metal skin.
Your soul gripping your heart: a wretched captive.
You see me as such an impure sin.
Our sweaty hands part and we never see
Each other again. Only a mirage.
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Sam Carl Poem
Wide awake in the middle of the night
Nothing stirs except my fright.
Sweat devours my face
As I hunt for my pill case.
Anxiety is a monster---A savage beast
Who always takes his time to feast.
I cannot find my pill.
I will never feel tranquil.
What is it like to feel right
And not have the inner turmoil bite?
Copyright © Sam Carl | Year Posted 2012
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