Biography of Sam Hughff
I write poetry and music. Some of it has been published in a few books, but most of goes unread-until now. I hope you guys like what you read. I have only been doing this for about six or seven years and I'm trying broaden and expand what I write about. I don't want to write about the same things over and over again, so if it seems like I am, please send me a message, make suggestions-I take criticism well.
Sam Hughff Poems
Happiness, oh happiness, waiting to burst forth from me, happiness.
A New Day
Today I start all over, today is a new day. I forget the past, and all those in it; those who looked my way.
Restless, jumpy, I walk; alone because I am always thus so.
My brain pounds with agony, is it because you're not here? To hold me close, make me smile, chase away my fears.
Am I Good Enough?
Am I good enough for you, so much older; full of knowledge. Do you think that I'm smart too, even though I despise college?
I have become an empty shell because my shell is gone- in more words than I can tell.
On The Run
Tired and groggy, i awaken to the suns first light. I move swiftly, cautiously, for my fears hold me tight.
I take a step outside, feel the cool crisp air; the wind whips my face, stinging like a thousand needles.
When I saw the look in your eyes, I knew I had done wrong. Sadness overwhelmed my soul as you sang that sad song.
I can drown my pain in liquor, I can drown my pain in wine. Neither of those things will make me feel divine. A growing sadness darkens over my already tainted heart, to whom do I owe the pleasure?
Stay With Me
My heart is filled with fury. Why did you leave me here? To die alone?
I awaken in the night; cold, drenched in sweat. What had I dreampt about, who could I have met?
Here I sit waiting, staring out into the darkness. Something is coming, ready to strike me down at any given moment.
I open my eyes, all I see is darkness; a black abyss that swallows me whole.
My mind so full of thoughts, that I wish it could be dead, my heart completely happy, yet so full of dread.
Tired and wide awake, though it may seem crazy, when I can't talk right or even think straight, a world so dark and hazy.
Every day goes by so fast, each one shorter than the next, its a wonder that these words can even be put into text.
There's so much I want to say, or to express what's in one's self.
But it's as if I've been locked in a glass cabinet, to sit alone on my shelf.