who knowsthat you were able to remember
I never left
instead I was always there
loving every breath you were given
lingering on every movement you made
Angers ThirstInside the minds of those deemed mental Lies a secret serenity A place untouched by the hands of man Not yet prodded into the fire As kindling Here the escape is perfectly simple A miracle state of mind Where the maniacal rage subsides Doused by the waters of tranquilityAngers Thirst
The steamy refuse instantly evaporating Superheated to the point of clarity Inside these droplets that rise up Lighter than air in their ephemeral world Only to be re-consumed
Back into the void of the mind To quench the angers thirst Once again
grownWhen I first met you I was a boy Now I have grown, you see a man before your eyes Even when you were just a name I began to love you You were so far away; there was no way to talk to you You said it first, you came to me Your brightness emanated around you I cried because I was such a poor excuse Of whom I wanted to begrown
This tale could have ended there She would’ve walked away forever But won’t Of course she stays, there’s no sugar-love that disposable It’ll linger around until you accept it It’s your fate, your string You can only control the smal
do not forgetdo not forget sweet angel the provider of such exquisite wings songs of ancient seraphims Redeemed, but made to sing in some halo, gold wrought a seed of unresting malice bore forth only to expel your lie i sat in wait, questioning what would it be like to not exist, so in a sense i had to starve before i could ever eatdo not forget
CovetSinew Flesh Muscle BoneCovet
Lusting to make contact With your own
My body Desires you
Aches to be yours More then
Puny intelligence
Could ever comprehend
Within a hundred Life times
Through a thousand Words
Nothing could be Expressed with such accuracy As the desire
Ablaze in my eyes
You’re not blind
Yet you do not see Such coveting
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But you can only walk down one road, my friend...
You cannot be mad when the road you travelled ends up leading someplace you didn't want to go...
There are no maps in life...
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And Sheperds we shall be,
for thee my Lord, for thee
Power hath descended forth from thy hand
Our feet may switftly carry out thy command
So we shall flow a river forth to thee
and teeming with souls shall it ever be
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Samantha Tiner
AKA Samantha A. Branham
Author of:
The Tempest's Child
• Paperback: 194 pages
• Publisher: PublishAmerica (June 19, 2006)
• ISBN-10: 1424143861
• ISBN-13: 978-1424143863
Link to purchase: [link]
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I'm not an artist. I'm a fucking work of art.
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