Samuel Decker Thompson
@adudewritingpoetry.bsky.social
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Poet, father, lonely dude surrounded by empty people. Tucson, AZ My book https://amzn.to/3uxBfOT
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Four poems with the same premise, except that 3rd one went a little haywire on me.
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Every sunrise gives you a new beginning,
a chance to step out of yesterday’s echo,
but if you keep speaking to the pain,
it will always answer.

-Samuel Decker Thompson
adudewritingpoetry.bsky.social
it's not something to take personal, sometimes other people just have too much going on in their own head,
or too much pain in their heart to make room for caring about yours.
So, it's not your fault, you just need to find someone who has the space for you, and who feels you fit perfectly in it.
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Thank you for taking the time to say so.
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Would you ever get back with your ex?
The answer to this question has changed in society as a whole.
20 years ago it was commonplace to see couples who couldn't quit each other, no matter the drama, they'd keep breaking up and getting back together, but nowadays that seems to have faded.
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time has a strange way
of turning pain into a compass.
After the ache fades
you start to see the pattern,
every wound was a direction,
every ending, a quiet shove forward pointing you somewhere softer,
toward someone who won’t mistake your kindness for weakness.

And maybe that’s the way it goes ...
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The dark hours are for hunger,
for skin against skin,
for wandering hands,
for sensual reflections,
for sweat and the raw heat of wanting,
but then when the dawn comes,
it’s quieter,
softer, sweeter,
a tenderness poured into making their favorite breakfast,
a touch that lingers too long on ...
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I will do everything in my power
to keep you forever safe in every storm ...
I know how much you love the rain.

-Samuel Decker Thompson
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She burns and softens at the same time,
carrying sorrow in her bones,
and a kind of light
that makes people turn their heads.

She’s made of what no one can teach.
Her hands reach into places unnamed,
and what comes back with her
doesn’t belong to this world.

She knows beauty
the way others know...
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I would happily endure all the trauma I've been through for a thousand lifetimes more,
just to know It was always leading me to you.

-Samuel Decker Thompson
adudewritingpoetry.bsky.social
You want to be seen,
but not held too long.
you want to be wanted,
without feeling trapped.
I get it, I know you move carefully,
like someone who’s learned
that closeness can cost too much.
you pull back just when the world leans in too far,
because too many times you ...
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You wonder if that person is with someone else,
laughing into another chest,
still burning the way they once burned with you,
you assume they must be by now,
it makes you sick,
and it makes you alive,
but neither feeling offers mercy.

You want to cut it loose,
erase the taste,
but the need claws...
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This is important. I guess I'm a weird one, particularly amongst males, but I've never had an interest in casual sex, there always had to be a real connection there, emotionally and intellectually, as well as some hint at future possibilities for us as a couple for me to find enjoyment in it.
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I know it's not easy, these phones and all their apps are designed to be extremely addictive, but you get enough time on it, you know you do, you don't need to be pointlessly scrolling when those little loves of your life are right there in front of you waiting to create new memories.
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Interpret this as you will, both sides of any given social conundrum could apply it to their position ... but oppression, trampling on rights, and destroying people's lives just because they are different than you is indeed a form of violence, so you can't be surprised when they respond in kind.
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Love doesn’t ask politely. It doesn’t wait for you to be ready. It shows up when your hands are full of broken things, and it says,
“I’ll carry some of that if you let me,
even if it cuts me deep,
I'll carry that for you.”
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Despite all that has gone wrong we tend to spend our lives believing we are fated for happiness and that our destiny is love.
Even in the later years
when we begin to pretend that we've given up hope as a means to cope,
we still turn every fuckin' corner with a wish buried deep inside
that we ...
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Treat love as if it is all you believe in.
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What you gave them, what you poured into them, will never be acknowledged.

Yet we return, again and again,
gamblers who never quit the game.
we know the odds, but still we play,
because love burns bright
when it calls our name.

-Samuel Decker Thompson
adudewritingpoetry.bsky.social
I'm happy to see her doing just fine, and even thriving without me,
I believe if you truly cared about someone,
then that's where your mindset should be.
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...you marvel at how fast it can begin ...
Just yesterday the world felt violent,
cracked apart,
and now,
it's so much softer
since you handed over your heart.

It’s not love yet,
but if it smells like gasoline
and burns just the same,
there's no sense getting caught up
in the name.