ronin_46

I just turned 27 and for the first time in my life I really feel old, and tired.

Check out the fruits of some of my labors at http://comicdorkscast.blogspot.com

Maestro
By: Ronin_46


My life feels fragile.
Like so many scenes caught in sugar glass.
Like any moment the rain will start to fall
and I will lose my structure.
Or the wind will blow and topple me over.
Like all my efforts
are for the purpose of keeping upright and dry . . .
never for finding some more solid substance.
Like the piano...
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I got laid off today

I doubt I will write any posts for over a year . . .

I love you
a scott samson

the way the light hangs
on her lets me know
that I am not alone
in feeling this way
the way the shadows
find the hollows
of her flesh
makes my heart race
the way the air
carries her voice to me
makes me want to gasp
the way the blood
rushes to her cheeks
gives my words
such...
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Here in the Long Grass
Ronin

here in the long grass
where the world seems so distant
where the city seems so small
here in the long grass
where I lay nestled in the earth
where I lay breathing in the dew
here in the long grass I wait for my dream
hidden like prey
hidden from eyes
here in the long grass I count...
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unrequited love
a. scott

The way your eyes can whisper
novellas about your life
you'd think I would understand

The way you nibble your lip
and how it screams about your
desires, you'd think I'd catch on

The way you say my name
in heavy reverant tones
you'd think I'd start to listen

The way you stare so
unprotectedly
unworried that I'll see
that someday...
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i write poems
a scott samson

i don't write happy poems
i don't write about america or sunshine, i rarely write of love or rhyme

it's not me

i haven't had love that shines
i don't get the storybook
kind of dreams
i don't share in these whimsy flights of fancy
i don't grow gossamer wings

i write poems about the dull pain of the...
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A million dead poets
litter the world.
A million dead dreamers
who clutter it more.
Never found masterpieces that got lost in it all.
Drifting dead dreams
that never came true.
Silence that's filled
with half-hearted lies. Brilliance that got lost
in the dark.
Long gone the hope
that once fed the fires.
Long lost the will
to create
for it's own sake.
To live...
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From Kris7:

A) First, recommend to me:
1. a movie:
2. a book:
3. a musical artist, song, or album:

(B) I want everyone who reads this to ask me three questions, no more, no less. Ask me anything you want.

(C) Then I want you to go to your journal, copy and paste this allowing your friends to ask you anything.

I hope you dream

a. scott

I miss you
and love you
and hope you dream
of cerulean skies
and waters crystaline
and deep emerald fields
and lavender sunsets . . .
and dream of everything
beautifully simplistic in the world . . .
i'll try to meet you there . . .
where my world can be perfect . . .
and your world...
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Climbing up on solsbury hill
I could see the city light
Wind was blowing, time stood still
Eagle flew out of the night

He was something to observe
Came in close, I heard a voice
Standing stretching every nerve
I had to listen had no choice

I did not believe the information
Just had to trust imagination
My heart was going boom boom, boom
Son,...
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