Hi
I'm Sam Olsen
On the day of my birth there were complications
Tales of a shoebox casket and some wilted roses
Fortunately, the newborn was saved
A life time later I met the surgeon with a beard
I never knew his name, nor did I dare speak to him
But he saved me...
Neverland dreams of a childhood memory;
Are like a night-light to the dark monsters of adulthood
Those three friends I once knew, they saved me
And I promise never to forget
To the one who fails time and time again
The one who is easily distracted by tv's
And basically the hairiest, stinkiest,
Saddest excuse for an undersize ape I've ever known?
Namely... My best man. You've saved me.
And of course to my adoring family,
AKA the most annoying bunch of miscreants I've ever known
I'd be no where without you
So you can politely stop rubbing it in
You have saved me
And lastly to the girl who forgot my birthday
Took my heart and sent me on a rocket ride to the cosmos
And left me silently drifting alone
You taught me that I was worth saving
You taught me who I am
So, Hi
I'm HisSpamYola
I like splashing my feet in puddles
And kissing in the rain
I dream of playing a rosewood ukulele
And I find myself staying up deep into the night
I love ripe pares, Allstar shoes, and cheesy musicals
I believe that sleep is a virtue, and should be thankfully cherished
But though I am a fire born optimist
I'm also the kinda guy who has hurt allot of people
And I ask myself desperately
Why the meteor shower of silent heroes?
And Why the shooting stars of hope?
For that, I can only thank god for believing in me
So, thank you
You have saved me
Jealousy, Lost Count:A Love Story
Will they ever call your death beautiful?
Your life, a sacrifice
The meeting of blood, and bullet, romantic?
A love story to be jealous of
I love this poem so much because it begins with questions that apply to everyone. Once I'm dead will I matter to anyone? Will it be a heroic sacrifice to be jealous of? Or will I simply just slip away quietly and never reach any notice?
Everyone wants to be seen and remembered after they are gone from this world, and that's why the first few lines of this poem are universal. And yet the apply to everyone as an individual.
Then the poem goes into specifics in talking about people that mattered in their life that simply were murdered without any recognition. People that were actual people, with quirks and potential just simply wiped away without thought or any remembrance of who they were.
I like this poem so much not because I understand what they are going through, but because they are calling attention to the fact that every life, no matter how insignificant to society, is worth everything and then some.
Then at the end of the poem it goes back into those first few lines. Reemphasizing that every death should be remembered and mourned, because that is all one desires after they are gone. And we should at least have enough respect for them to do that.
This poem is called Lost Count:A Love Story by Demetrius Amparan and Nate Marshall
Here's a link to read it: http://www.wattpad.com/589766-lost-count-a-love-story
Your life, a sacrifice
The meeting of blood, and bullet, romantic?
A love story to be jealous of
I love this poem so much because it begins with questions that apply to everyone. Once I'm dead will I matter to anyone? Will it be a heroic sacrifice to be jealous of? Or will I simply just slip away quietly and never reach any notice?
Everyone wants to be seen and remembered after they are gone from this world, and that's why the first few lines of this poem are universal. And yet the apply to everyone as an individual.
Then the poem goes into specifics in talking about people that mattered in their life that simply were murdered without any recognition. People that were actual people, with quirks and potential just simply wiped away without thought or any remembrance of who they were.
I like this poem so much not because I understand what they are going through, but because they are calling attention to the fact that every life, no matter how insignificant to society, is worth everything and then some.
Then at the end of the poem it goes back into those first few lines. Reemphasizing that every death should be remembered and mourned, because that is all one desires after they are gone. And we should at least have enough respect for them to do that.
This poem is called Lost Count:A Love Story by Demetrius Amparan and Nate Marshall
Here's a link to read it: http://www.wattpad.com/589766-lost-count-a-love-story
This is for those afraid to find themselves amidst the chaos
For those whose dreams rely on infected mushrooms
And for those who never thought they could be anymore than the criminal they were convicted of
Believe
This is for the kid left at the gas station curb
and the middleaged man still playing video games
This is for the people that can only live through a fabric of lies
And for the girl who searches for love, but won't love herself
Believe
This is for the washed up teacher trying to sell inspiration imitations
For those blind with sight, fine with melancholy, and enslaved by reality
Believe
Believe in the fantasy.
Believe in the truth that there is something more
Believe that you could step out of the door and become new
Believe that it is not too late for you
...Believe
For those whose dreams rely on infected mushrooms
And for those who never thought they could be anymore than the criminal they were convicted of
Believe
This is for the kid left at the gas station curb
and the middleaged man still playing video games
This is for the people that can only live through a fabric of lies
And for the girl who searches for love, but won't love herself
Believe
This is for the washed up teacher trying to sell inspiration imitations
For those blind with sight, fine with melancholy, and enslaved by reality
Believe
Believe in the fantasy.
Believe in the truth that there is something more
Believe that you could step out of the door and become new
Believe that it is not too late for you
...Believe
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