Samantha Semones
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SHADOW
Once again the two - faced stranger, that I know all too well, creeps into my mind and heart. The deep, dark blackness takes over and mimics my wants just to extinguish my happiness at every turn. The lightless vermin proceeds to obscure anything positive and devour any shred of hop I could ever have. Everything good seems to have faded away in the stream of anguish that threatens my very soul. I'm lost in a current of constant confusion; commotion that never seems to dissolve eternally. The shadow; its components made of pain, loneliness, excruciating flashes of memories and thoughts deluge my brain until I feel trapped. I'm surrounded by heart breaks and insanity. I'm suffocating: drowning in my worst fears; anxiety and doubt. Those hurtful words, full of anger, grab my throat and shove me deeper into the endless vacuity of disappointment each time I nearly reach the surface. Pieces of me slowly disappear and in succession are forgotten. My hurt, suffering and shattered heart are gradually infusing with this nightmare. I have changed. My mind has formed into a prison with no escape. The love contained in my heart has vanished as smoke in gloom. The shadow has swallowed me bit by bit.
By Samantha Semones3 months ago in Poets
GRIEF
Love is heavier when someone leaves this world and you bare the burden of its weight alone. Tears are memory filled, little drops of heartache. The brightest and happiest moments become coated in a dulling, sorrowful film. Loss of a loved one pokes holes of pain, carving out your insides. Eventually, the pin holes are ripped open with the uncontainable size of overbearing anguish. Longing and woe overflow and flood the soul; drowning all other thoughts and emotions. The single mission of time is to pull at the already loose threads, snatching away all chances to crawl from your bottomless abyss of bereavement. More days that pass means the harder it is to go on without them, yet the less time until you see them once again.
By Samantha Semones3 months ago in Poets
Out Smarted
Tropical island scents engulf the entire room. There are faint sounds of an instrumental band playing from a small CD player in the background. The class is entirely too quiet to consist of students in the third grade. Mrs. Edwards towers before us at the front of the class and gives an announcement letting us know that the “show and tell” section of today is about to begin.
By Samantha Semones5 years ago in Confessions
Creation Of Chaos
Fear, nausea, and ever-increasing pain are what kept her racing through the empty streets and down the sewage collection site. She was taught to always hide; “Never trust what any creature tells you as long as you live.” Her mother beat that into every cell in her being until the moment Andie watched her mother murdered by the Proclamation Enforcement.
By Samantha Semones5 years ago in Fiction
