Sammy+Zeisloft

"your pen is like god in your hand and the ink is the blood of christ, ready to create at any willing time; the paper is the world" - Stoon©

__**Memory poem**__ when i was younger, i had this reoccurring dream there was a girl i would see there and we'd play for what seemed like forever in my young mind i aways knew that my secrets would be safe with her for no one else saw her like me and every night we would meet again in my naive dreams inseparable except by the light undeniable friends forever

As i got older my dreams shifted and jolted taking me on a wild ride through someone else's eyes i saw her still only…my secrets hadn't been so safe within her trusting hands i began to wake up more often than trying to fall asleep we became separable by something darker undeniable old friends

As i grew up my life interfered with my once childish haven in which no one could hurt me my once so trusting friend didn't come around as much i'd find myself sleeping less and less and when i would find her again her complexion had changed from a once angelic tone to a darker unknown figure my secrets that i had left in trusted hands had turned into fists of deception which threw jabs left and right knocking my to my feet with every revealed insecurity manifesting my every weakness brought fourth undeniable ex friends

As i grew accustomed to the hash reality of my surroundings i became wearier less inclined to believe that there was any hope left for me my reoccurring dreams turned to nightmares i slept less and less trying to escape but the more i tried, the more they became a part of me, mistaking my reality for another nightmare and there she was, through everything the hands that once reached out to hold me now severed the ties, torn apart by betrayal i took her knife out of my back i unheard the lies she had told me i forgot the memories we had once shared in laughter i sucked back, the breath i had wasted on her i revoked any rights to call her anything less than a backstabber

Everywhere i go you follow close behind me i know i'll never be alone you're like a silent voice inside of me
 * __"ode to a shadow"__**

Where the sun peaks in the horizon you hide scorned behind me back am i you're protection? or have you planned a secret attack

I'd like to use the word obsession because you're everywhere i go or maybe you've lost all sense of direction you're a silent stranger i'll never know

And when i'm walking down the street you never leave my side or walking right upon my feet, your confined figure throws off my stride

Most people would be afraid of your darkness that consumes cause when there is no light you take over the entire room

but i look at you as my friend who serves as the after effect of a stars glow but in much simpler terms you're complexly beautifully darkly loyaly my shadow.

i was raised by men and one woman i was raised by time toe breakin, mr socko talkin teenage boys i was raised by children of an old age whom like to reflect upon the times that they had when they were my age my brothers, my mother, my father my family i was raised by one union brought together by DNA and funny habits which wouldn't seem so odd if you were raised with them by fun having, manic causing party hosting people by acceptance and open mindedness i was raised with and by a loving home filled with loving people who speak their own language
 * __"i was raised by"__**

"i'm yours forever" you tease me with your promises i know, you know that you'll never leave her side
 * __ Rift Poem __**

i've wished on every shooting star in the universe and used up every 11:11 wish hoping that you'd realize how badly i want you as my own

when you hold me time freezes around us and nothing in the entire universe is relevant except for your heart beating against mine and for that second your voice is the only sound that my ears will allow me to hear you're eyes- the only beautiful deep shade of any color that my mind will allow me to see your lip… so perfectly in place against mine

your heart? in the right place…when in my hands but for now, i'm left hoping praying, wishing that someday like you promised me you'll be mine

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you are the only one i trust at all and you have no clue how much it scares me i am waiting for you to watch me fall you have the power to hurt me so easily
 * __ Sonnet __**

i've tried so hard to keep everyone out somehow you've knocked down the walls around me sometimes i want to kick you out my life so you'll never have the chance to hurt me

i don't like getting too close to people to the point where i can't live without them i find that situation to be quite lethal from a history of being hurt this stems

i guess with you ill place my trust in the end cause i know till then you are my best friend

__**study on myself**__ I have found that in my own poetry, I tend to write from a perspective where it’s about me and I’m describing things to you but we’re not in that exact moment in which I am describing. I find in my work that I try to be more descriptive when describing features of a person or thing for example; “when you hold me time freezes around us and nothing in the entire universe is relevant except for your heart beating against mine”.  I think that to really express yourself in poetry, you have to make your work appealing, like an artist does but by making your poetry vibrant, not with artwork but with words and descriptions. I try not to describe and go into too much detail because after a while I feel as though I lose the readers attention but I try to be creative to a point. I don’t think that there’s too much to say about my poetry, maybe because I’m so used to writing this way and I am used to this style of writing so I don’t find it to be too distinct to stand out from many others people ways of writing. However I do recognize that I tend to write…or I try to write about topics of a less vibrant subject. For example, in my first poem, I made the contrast of a friendship be seen through the contrast of fantasy dreamland, to a nightmare. In another poem of mine, I write an ode to a shadow describing it as my friend who “who serves as the after effect of a stars glow but in much simpler terms you're complexly, beautifully, darkly, loyally, my shadow.” I find it easier to write about subject that are less bubbly and happy then to write about topics that I’m not totally in key with…I don’t know

** __ Sylvia Plath __ ** Sylvia Plath is a dark mastermind of words. She takes an approach to poetry that deathly dark and abstract. In her poem “cut” she writes about cutting her finger with a knife, not on purpose, but still, she finds a way to describe her blood in means of where it ascends. “Straight from the heart. I step on it, clutching my bottle of pink fizz. A celebration, this is. Out of a gap A million soldiers run, Redcoats, every one.” She talks about how the blood spills out and from there mentions Indians and army’s and different aspects of history revealing her biological heritage. She looks at the world from a different perspective almost as if through a looking glass. In Sylvia’s poem titled “Mirror”, she talks about people’s reflections through the perspective of the other side of the surface in which the people see themselves. For example, she talks about being a lake in which a girl comes and glances into her every morning “Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me. Searching my reaches for what she really is.” She talks about how she is not cruel and has no bias for she is merely a reflection of that persons self. “I am not cruel, only truthful –The eye of a little god, four-cornered.” Sylvia Plath had a twisted perception on life. You can see this displayed not only in her poetry but her life as well. In her later life, she ended up committing suicide by releasing gas into her kitchen but blocked up the doors so her children wouldn’t know or get hurt. Another example of a dark poem by Mrs. Plath is one by the title of “fearful” where she says that she would “rather die than be fat, dead and perfect.”