SamM Wild Poems

Like a clock face telling the wrong time,
It can't be denied you're on my mind.
From the darkness of the midnight shadow,
You light me this path with no where to go.
...

The fire roars and chokes on it’s own coal fumes, spitting and flaming like a fierce forest fire.
I sit, clutching my bourbon whisky, watching with beady eyes, warm but restless.
The glass is chilled ever so slightly, the liquor, tingling and bubbling effortlessly, as the ice that sits, melts.
I take the tiniest sip, and let the sensation of the taste conquer my entire mouth.
...

A cruel heart warps those that beat with it,
Its suppressed feeing is ever dead inside.

A cruel heart lives in a darkened spiral pit,
...

Finding ourselves within our own thirst for success,
We cannot comprehend that our daily life is usually a mess.
She told me that i'm a dreamer and dreaming is for the weak,
I told her that i'm dreaming of better days and a life that peaks.
...

She's infested, almost infected, 

She's a zombie corpse I wouldn't mess with. 

She's after a man she can lock down,

She's after treasure and a shiny crown.
...

The pitter patter of the British weather smacks against the sightly cracked window.
I feel the rain humidifying the air and engulfing my room like a stormy monsoon.
My left arms dead from where you lay your head.
In bed with you, i'm at the most tranquil place I can be.
...

It's another rainy day in this busy but lonely city.
It's another endless day in which I strive to be seen.
It's another tedious day where I stop to touch her hand.
It's another lonely day where I realise I'm dead inside.
...