Biography of Sam Byron
I have joined the army. My MOS is becoming an Animal Care Specialist. I will be leaving july 13th to go to basic in Fort Jackson, South Carolinia. then I am going to Texas for AIT. I am also planning on staying single for awhille...I think right now is as good a time as any to take time for myself. Not only that but, I also want to prove Sergeant Conrad wrong. I have had four years of JROTC and I am living a wonderful life.
my brother is over in Iraq. I love my life, my job, and everything else in between.
I have strong opinions and I'm not afraid to let them show or stand up for them. You can ask any one of my friends. And for anyone out there looking to argue well, argue with me because I like a challange and I like being right.
Yes, a lot of my poetry is sad but thats because life is sad. In reality I am fun and I love to have fun. Saddness and that sort of thing is a really capturing subject and even though I write about sad things doesn't mean I can't be a happy person. I mean honestly I really have everything going for me. I have a job, I recently joined the Army, I am on track to graduate, I am on my high school track and feild team, I have good friends, an amazing family, a roof over my head, I am an aunt three times, and not only that my brother is coming home from iraq soon.
So I am a generally happy person and I love to write. this website to me isn't just a place for my poems but a place to put my thoughts.
Sam Byron's Works:
I have none at this time. However in the furture I hope to get some of my poetry published.
Sam Byron Poems
What Happiness Is
happiness is bliss happiness,
The Letter My Father Will Never See
Fear Of Change
set in your ways, no one wants. the only thing constant is change. change is the one thing we can count on because change is inevitable. fear of change hinders us as a society. fear of change makes us imoble and unable to accept change. progression is change.
a phrase they're just words
Two Way Street
I have things to do, They don’t include, Waiting on you.
Emotion Of Love
love is something that i will never understand fully. love is meant to show people that you care. love is your mom kissing you bye in the morning. or sitting down and being understanding. love is listening. love is so much. but love has been destroyed. by people who fake the love. there are so many versions and definitions and meanings of love. but i think that the real ireason for love and understanding has been lost among many years of betrayal, hurt, and anger. love is funny in how it comes and goes. love is funny in how it's shown. people abuse those that they love....funny way of showing that they love them. but that's what they were shown and brought up to see and do. can you condem them for doing only what they were taught? can you condem them for not knowing that they're showing it wrong? can you tell them what the definition of love is? can you show them what is right?
At night I lay And wonder If it’s me
Rainbow Of Dreams
Can I learn to live without? To forget and not remember? Not remember how it felt to confide my secrets. Forget to miss you. Can I promise to hide my tears inside and walk away? Your the only thing that's ever on my mind. Do I want to hear the phone ring and know that it isn't you? Will I be fine or be a fine mess? I've always been afriad to show the world myself and speak my thoughts out loud. You made me show the world my dreams. Is this where we're supposed to be? The only way is to believe I can make it on my own. That I can follow my dreams on my own. It's the only way I ever knew how. The only thing you have ever changed. I need to once again believe.
Fighting For You Love
I have always said
Cancer that little disease, Has robbed me of the life that I once had, I an no longer with those that I love, I am confined in a room without the comforts of home,
The Golden Touch
you make me laugh, you make me smile, you make me cry, you make me angry,
BEFORE he came home she was long gone,
You’ve pushed me so far away, That you claim you’ve lost me, And my love.
hurt to much
for her to laugh
yet, she was to stubborn
the degrading gestures
that you thought were funny,