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Samantha Withee Poem
Slowly I see the light decrease off your hand
You say love but do you see my eyes
Surviving you is a long vanished pen
As building it through is what I witness
Occasionally you grasp me effortless
This new found conviction is astonishing
As you see my devotion but never entitle it
Perhaps in time you will revolutionize
So I give you my voice to authentic expectation
Love should never harm, as I do find you irresistible
I pray to up beyond but at wish some things aren't precise
So I just listen to a spirit, as my future plays a shipping canal
And this is the power, the power of now.
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Samantha Withee Poem
As a river flows into the sun, may a spirit flow
Its appalling morality, the divisions it has created
The mind knows without it sacred
We take life in your painting us
Even drawing out of oblivion fades
Assures incessant sorrow
Tied in a single garment of destiny
Disobedience to the messenger, an undertone form
Deepest place in our soul
If only I had wings like a dove
Lift up the stone, and you will find me anew
He utters a vote, the terrain moves
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Samantha Withee Poem
In The Crypt of the night
I am the only one singing to your grace
To my emperor, I hear only your memoirs
Memoirs that are my complete screen publication
A present I like to identify my diagram of the globe
I am colliding like two pennies in a wishing rig
Do they hold my single accurate with of contentment?
Now I am bending on my knees, so saintly
Calling out your name, I don't hear a beat
But I hear a mind-reading bond of a kaleidoscope
To your grace of love
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Held captive within my own stupidity
Stuck within the walls that bind
The past is stuck, studying me
You hit me down with unknowing eyes
A pain stings, but I have no words
I hold on too fearfully dreams
A knife bleeds my heart
You see nothing, they all see nothing
As you are my keeper
I hate too have
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Samantha Withee Poem
There once was a pony named Emma. Emma was the littlest pony on the farm. She was even smaller then Katie the sheep dog. But she knew if she just tried she could win the Ponyville Farm Race. See this was important to her. She wanted to prove to the other ponies and animals that tease her that she could be mighty and fast. So just maybe they would let her eat her hay with them.
So every night, she ran within the fields of neighborhoods pastures. She worked every morning as well and ran instead of trying to fit in during hay time. The other ponies often laughed at her but she still worked at this race. It made her feel good, and often she thought even if she didn't win she did a lot. She was running faster and longer each morning and night.
Then soon it came, race day. Emma was scared but she was proud she was standing up with the other ponies. Then the bell sound went off, 123. It was time too run. Emma ran faster and faster. She could see all the other ponies behind her but she couldn't see the rock ahead. As fast as she was running she feld to the ground. But then something amazing happen Kayla a often mean pony came to help. She was in front of Emma just a little bit and must of heard the fall. They both lost the race, but learnt something much more important then winning.
Soon after this Kayla and Emma became the best of friends. Kayla learnt that Emma was fast as she is mighty. And that she in the other pony wasn't nice for teasing Emma. Some ponies realise this and some didn't. And that was okay with Emma. Cause she learnt her worth.
The End
For a contest
Children story
Written for my niece.
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Samantha Withee Poem
My James Dean lookalike
Where are you tonight?
Do you remember my smile?
As I lived within yours
Those walks downtown
A granola bar, a cigarette and me
Initials within a heart, while playing guitar
Three years ended within movie star memoir
Photograph memories of love
Everywhere, what I wouldn't give to see my James Dean
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Samantha Withee Poem
You feel like Bangor, Maine
On a warm summer day
In the month of May
Those Casino Lights
Was our escape,
When the day turned dark
And gray
Got a smile that will hold me together
A guitar that will set hold of my heart
Kisses bigger then those casino lights
Hope he gives me some love tonight
Take me back to the bus stop
Where our hearts met but stop at the same time
When all I wanted was too see you, in those jeans.
Got a smile that will hold me together
A guitar that will set hold of my heart
Kisses bigger then those casino lights
Hope he gives me some love tonight
Hopefully by tonight
This tune captures those casino lights.
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Through the burning fire
The blaze that struck me
No ice nor water could help
No soul, no place
Everything died, died along the way
But yet
I'm alive
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Samantha Withee Poem
The silent pain
Sweet memories
Turned ghostly
Casting fears
Haunting now
Unknown to me
For its you my love
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Samantha Withee Poem
Slowly the pen licks my soul
The pen I create
Within the memories
The soul within my soul
A passion that will last
For I am a writer
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