Biography of Samantha Stough
I am just a high school kid with a big imagination. I like to write. That's about it.
Samantha Stough Poems
We prayed for something to pray for
Well, things have repeated again
What shame all the more
Just so he could lose himself
Getting tangled in every hair on her head
But they seem to linger on your skin
Somehow the blood of the past winter
Seeps through the walls as they cave in
I’ll find my spine eventually
Even though you threw it down submission’s bottomless well
It’ll be one hell of a plunge, but then I’ll have a pretty little story to tell
Go to Jupiter and be back by noon
Out of the bag and like a rocket soaring,
Your thoughts progress, for reality is boring
Ashes or butterflies?
Who knows? I’m not sure.
I cant tell the difference anymore.
Cold flesh I cling to,
But it is only my own.
Silent solitude is the only way I’ve ever known.
To be far from the sea,