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Samora Mar 2021
Free ride
Fried to the core inside
Tried
To make me more afraid
Hide
Frightened of what might come out
Doubt
Mortified
To make me feel certified
In and out my life
I’m alright
And fine
Okay
K
I’m not
And yet keep telling
Repeating
How am I doing?
Answers
That I cannot retype
Words
I can’t rejoice
The noise (wake up)
That sounds so familiar
Memories
Clogging
Jamming (wake up)
Pounding
Banging
Slamming
What’s happening?
Brain was melting (wake)
Breaking
Freak train back on track (up)
Breathing
Steadily back and fourth
Steadily back and fourth
Rocking
Eyes slowly open
I peak
I blink
At last
It’s finally morning.
Samora Mar 2021
I’m a spirit in a body,
I hold my hands out and there it is,
Lit like a flame,
As it slowly maintains  
Not burning nor hurting,
just sitting and floating,
Just waiting patiently for my soul to stop glowing.
But it won’t.
Not even when time stops.
It’ll keep on going.
Cause no matter if the body’s gone,
The spirit will still keep moving.
Samora Mar 2021
Trees are green more greener than we.
The ocean is blue but sometimes they mold.
Flowers they bloom cause they grew from their roots, unlike us,
Who was formed out of dust and then later will soon
rust.
Between you and us,
We aren’t really that different,
because sooner or later we’ll both be
lost.
No matter the cost.
Samora Mar 2021
I am but stuck in the clouds.
Wondering where I’ll be next.
All of the stars,
They shone through the sky,
As bright as they were til now.
All of the stars,
Has shown who they are
All but one.
That’s I.
Stuck in the sky.
Just because I couldn’t find.
That’s I.
Stuck in the sky.
So bright that I couldn’t find.
That light.
That deeming light.
The one that shines brighter than I.
Samora Mar 2021
My life is on pause.
Stuck in a fog.
Making bad decisions.
I’m a sewer that’s clogged.
Overthinking.
Overbearing.
Over stimulate my own flaws.
To make room for more claws.
Scratching its way to my heart.
To bleed.
To fall.
Like licking blood stains off art walls.
A canvas so finished.
There are no blocks.
No stops.
Head is filled with so much intensity that’ll make your head spin.
Break.
Even possibly shake.
But not as far to make you feel lonely.
You may feel guilty but you’re not the one melting.
I’m the one who has to figure this out deliberately.
Warmly.
Figure this out calmly.
I have to push myself to be who I want.
To move swiftly.
Through gravity.
Stand still or keep going?
Samora Mar 2021
Mountain of books,
Laying across my looks,
Sitting across my eyes,
Now why can I not oblige?
Samora Mar 2021
Looking way way up,
Out of this dark dark place,
Seeing the bright white stars,
Inside this really deep hole

Most of you seem out of place,
Looking way way down,
I seem to be in my space,
Ignoring the very loud crowd

It may seem lonely down here,
And so much fun up there,
I may wanna make a bigger hole,
And drown us all and make us see fear

Looking way way up,
I think to myself while my heads clear,
I think to myself while my eyes tear,
I think to myself, why am I down here?
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