fear

Posted in Uncategorized on September 28, 2018 by Samuel Murphy

i am a place inside myself

where no one else can live;

 

you can come in but i insist

(after the self you’re rid

 

of leaves behind a trail)

you take a piece of what

 

holds the wall around the place

and give back what i did

 

 

we see the sky from far away,

through windows painted shut

 

a life we spent outside ourselves

our dreams would never give

 

 

there are no stones inside myself

there are no bones inside myself

there are no lights inside myself

there are no rights inside myself

 

 

i am filled with nothing

but i must feel everything

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Posted in Uncategorized on September 24, 2018 by Samuel Murphy

the weather was perfect today.

the sunlight which played through the leaves

no breeze at all; no need

 

when we sat on that park bench

i worried there would be hikers,

 

but just one walked past as we

sat together in the sunlight

that played through the leaves.

 

i could feel your breath as we spoke

instead of the wind, as i said

there was just no breeze

there was just no need

september 22nd, 2018

Posted in Uncategorized on September 22, 2018 by Samuel Murphy

i put my hair up when you left.

it was the first time i

put it up all day.

 

i didn’t do it because

you like it down

or because

they all like it down

 

or because i had

forgotten my hair tie,

 

though, i did it

because

i

 

 

 

still the same

 

 

 

wanted to see

how the world’s eyes moved

across something new.

winter’s day circa 2007

Posted in Uncategorized on June 28, 2018 by Samuel Murphy

no matter what, the Strokes will always be

a love song from you to me

 

New York with the frozen wind between

all the buildings we’ve already seen

 

the fare we’d lost, the bus we missed

frozen fist clutching frozen fist

 

the flurries of snow bleaching our fronts

and another take of “You Only Live Once,”

 

or , “Last Nite she Said she Felt So Down,”

as we caught the boat back to our hometown,

 

for this reason, for that day’s memory,

 

-“though the course say change sometimes,

rivers always reach the sea,”-

 

The Strokes will always be a love song from you to me.

5/13/2018

Posted in Uncategorized on May 13, 2018 by Samuel Murphy

I admit I took an interest

in the man you love;

 

whether he is older or younger,

taller, shorter,

charming enough, etc.

 

and though I am no witness,

I am not wholly devoid of

 

some idea that he pleases you

so that’s enough.

Posted in Uncategorized on May 21, 2017 by Samuel Murphy

If you live like a corpse,

ready to pass on with the leaves,

you will not be disappointed.

 

give me my heart back and I’ll do it.

still can’t tear myself away from one thought of you.

 

just a greedy fool who wants more than he deserves.

 

Denver, Colorado

Posted in Uncategorized on May 20, 2017 by Samuel Murphy

fourteen years from now

if we are still alive

I hope I am deserving of your

outstanding love.

Your puppy is licking my tears off. She is

a great dog.

It’s hard to feel good when your body

is a cell

which keeps your joy in and locks your love out.

 

In fourteen years if we are still alive,

 

I hope I am free and you are free

and we are free together with real love