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Sam : Writing

Mommy's Little Martyr

Mommy\'s Little Martyr

A Poem by Sam


Should she be chastised For leaving us behind? Throwing in the towel, Commiting a foul. She stood at the pulpit Virtuous and pure And grew up ..
How It Feels.

How It Feels.

A Poem by Sam


Wet with regret, Puddles of pathos Flood the town, Don't jump now You'll flounder And drown. You can give it a go, He will always say no. G..
Eyebrows

Eyebrows

A Poem by Sam


I can't be intimate like that And switch it off, file it away, I'm not that kind of gay. We were melting figurines Bleeding into eachother, A p..
Miracle Cure

Miracle Cure

A Poem by Sam


He stared As though trying to Make me melt, He was oozing attraction, Physically he wanted me, He craved it. I was unimpressed by his height, ..
Sucking The Devil's Dick

Sucking The Devil's Dick

A Poem by Sam


I thought I had been Waiting in vein Brewing my own cosmic pain. The metal around his mouth Reminds me that pleasure is pain, Sadism begins at ho..
Virginity Reprised

Virginity Reprised

A Poem by Sam


Slap and tickle, This is no time to be fickle, Hang off my neck Like a love thirsty vampire, My love is not yours. But for an hour or so My body..
Ornamental

Ornamental

A Poem by Sam


I used to want to be loved The velvet glove to stroke my face Tears fall Like people, Death waltzes down my face. I would like to hang my is..
Bleed

Bleed

A Poem by Sam


So you pursue Someone for weeks Get cast aside And then he hooks upwith someone I've had before. A boy I dismissed as trash. Too young, too kee..
Grief is Beautiful

Grief is Beautiful

A Poem by Sam


The pictures stare back at me The one of us three, Where we frame him Like ladies in waiting. I am still waiting, We are no oil painting. The ..
Was Jesus Heterosexual?

Was Jesus Heterosexual?

A Poem by Sam


I cannot wait for the blanket To be pulled up over my face, Those coins placed over my eyes I will need the money. I possess neither the virtue N..

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