Samantha Paredes

Joined June 2018

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Cinnamon Skin
I was made in a factory like all the others. Paraffin and pigment like everyone else. I was melted from twenty different pinches of distinctly-colored wax,
By Samantha Paredes6 years ago in Poets
Why We'll Never be Good Enough
Alessia grasped the crystal plaque with an instinctual fondness as she stood at the pulpit, the sound of congratulatory exclamations drowned out by her focus on the physical award.
By Samantha Paredes6 years ago in Motivation
The Fire Inside Me
My body is but a vessel, for something untamed and dangerous. A hollowed shell that appears clear, calm, and placid.
By Samantha Paredes6 years ago in Poets
Lust
It starts with just a single glance Old unused eyes cast upon soft flesh Skin like satin invade creased, crow’s feet Wide, piercing gaze, plump, blood-filled lips.
By Samantha Paredes6 years ago in Poets
A Bit of Moist Music
A Bit of Moist Music Her face is wet, from rain or tears. Warped—ruined; stuck pages and soggy binding, Blurred ledger lines and smeared ink,
By Samantha Paredes6 years ago in Poets
I Will Follow You
My friend once told me to reject what other people tell me to follow. “Follow your dreams”. “Follow the truth”. “Follow a concept, an idea, a person.”
By Samantha Paredes6 years ago in Poets
She Knows I am Here
I was born ten billion years old. I can feel your confusion, hear the aching protest of your rational, fact-based mind.
By Samantha Paredes6 years ago in Poets
Love and Hate
L- is for the lying, the lack of heart, and the last lascivious look you gave me, O- is for the offending and off-handed manner you spoke to and treated me,
By Samantha Paredes6 years ago in Poets
62 Days
It’s been 62 days since we said goodbye. And you didn’t even notice, didn’t even as me why. I know it’s my fault, was business has my heart disturbing your peace?
By Samantha Paredes6 years ago in Poets
Romeo And
What’s in a name? A Romeo by any other repute would smell as sweet. We were in the east, and I believed I was the sun.
By Samantha Paredes6 years ago in Poets
Cherries and Blueberries
Once there was a small island in the middle of the ocean. It was made of coral and pink sea foam, inhabited only by girls. They talked and played, where everything was always safe and neat and clean, and every day they occupied themselves painting their nails, doing their hair and putting on makeup.
By Samantha Paredes6 years ago in Futurism