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Samantha Cruz Poem
Why must this world be so cruel,
when people think the media should rule?
Why is it that people pay attention
to the stories that ruin reputation?
Slander, slander, slander!
With money involved, that’s all they think about.
They make people gain more belief
and lose all doubt.
Is it from jealousy?
Is it from hate?
Look at all this commotion
it is soon to create!
Society is like a never-ending ordeal,
where secrets are soon revealed.
It is full of cruel slander
that will never repeal.
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Samantha Cruz Poem
As an infant, I would never know
about the the things life would lead me to go.
At age five, I start my innocent life
but still don’t know my ambitions nor my strife.
From ten to fifteen, I want to change the world,
so I wait for my chance to be unfurled.
From sixteen to seventeen,
I wait for the end of being a teen.
Now at eighteen, I begin adulthood.
Now my ambitious life will be twice as good.
I await for my journey to start,
as graduation will someday be a work of art.
I don’t know what tomorrow would bring,
but I know I can accomplish anything.
As I walk down the stage on the 19th of May,
I will see how my remaining life will play.
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Samantha Cruz Poem
Love is like a mysterious drug,
for which you don’t know the effects to.
Sometimes it gives you a high and giddy feeling,
and sometimes you succumb to the bitterness and pain.
The mind is a very curious structure
for something the heart attributes by.
It seeks for something
that it doesn’t quite know about.
What is so interesting about Aphrodite’s power
that we so desire?
Like all certain pleasures,
it is soon to wear out.
Some just want it out of lust,
and some just want the ecstasy out of it.
Love can be very queer,
but I guess that’s just human nature.
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Samantha Cruz Poem
Oh, great, eerie night,
the great haven to my soul,
you are my temple.
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Samantha Cruz Poem
Perfect and sweet aroma,
Ever so lovely,
Rich, hypnotizing, and wonderful.
From the woman’s scent, I am mesmerized,
Unable to think clearly.
Mother’s perfect and sweet aroma,
Effective and convincing.
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Samantha Cruz Poem
Run,run,Little Slave,
feel the freedom that you crave.
Flee,flee,Little Bee,
how would it feel to be free?
Would it feel like the wind,
flowing through your hair?
Would it have a sweet aroma,
wafting in the air?
Just spread your wings,
and soar in the cyan skies
See the birds,see the clouds
as you gaze within your eyes.
Come,come,Sweet Girl,
come and rock someone’s world.
You are the sun,you are the star.
You are perfect just the way you are.
Don’t self-harm or do suicide.
The pain to others shan’t abide.
Put the silver blade out of sight.
I promise you,you will win this fight.
Run,run,Little Slave,
feel the freedom that you crave.
Run,run,Little Slave,
stand up for yourself,and be brave.
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Samantha Cruz Poem
Blue as the morning sky,
blue as the day.
Blue gives a happy feeling
that should never go away.
Blue as the ocean
by the beautiful bay.
When I see the color blue,
I shout, “Hooray!”
Sometimes, though,
it will lead you astray.
It could run
a whole day in dismay.
Blue could be a predator,
or it could be a prey.
But right now,
blue makes a happy day today.
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