It's Spring!

It's finally Spring! the depressing months of winter are nearing their end. Time to start thinking about long summer days spent at the beach, on the court, in the diamond, eating ice cream, hanging with friends, and just enjoying yourself with whatever you like to do. I've made a Youtube video to make everyone aware that Spring is here. The video features videography and photography by me. Also, it features the song "Time to Pretend" by MGMT. Check it out, and if you have an account please subscribe. Click here for the video on Youtube. Thanks.

SPRING IS HERE!!!

Finding Beauty in Ugly Places,
Sam.

Up Against The Odds

I have seen suffering before.
I have seen pain before.
but not like this,
not from them.

They are the emotionless robots.
Suddenly, they are reprogrammed with flesh and soul?
and this is because the matter i of cabbage.
they are the rabbits starved of cabbage.

But I like it more this way.
I'm up against the odds.
it's time to prove them all wrong, like I know I can.
it's time to show what I really am.

Do you believe in me?
No?
good.
it's better that way.

You'll eat those words.
Like a water balloon eating a porcupine.
prepate for the unexpected.
it's coming.

My turn for a heart-touching story.
Not Hollywod by any means.
but one that someone can learn from.
if I can change one person for the better, or not at all; I'm made better.

Finding Beauty in Ugly Places,
Sam.

Insane Assylum

The wind recites it's dark oath,
as the branches sway in an erie off-beat harmony.
Their dimly cast shadows dance,
upon egg-shell white paint,
spread upon four walls,
In a square room, shallow and cold.
There are four corners to sit in, alone, forever.
He who resides here sees his horrible fate on the horizon every evening.
Like the sun, it is a slowly decaying death, in which his light fades away before his time.
He excepts his fate and brings it upon himself knowingly.
Two windows peer out into the dark world,
camouflaged in sun rays.
A membrane seperates this place from the world.
It is not permeable.
A hard line was drawn in the construction of this refuge.
It is a place to escape to and to hide in,
yet here he resides,
Forever.

This is his mind,
where he is a refugee.
He is I and I am He.

Finding Beauty in Ugly Places,
Sam.

Another State of Mind

This is self provoked.
I hold my breath to let it all fade away.
I leap to another state of mind.
There is no you, there is no me.
This is the obituary to my own ego.
My psyche is not chained to the skin any longer.
A version of mayhem, the sound waves consume me.
Thump, thump, thump, Clunk.
Shatter, shatter, shatter, Slam.
Slam, Thump Shatter, Clang, Rattle, Crack, Scream, Thump.
Physical vision is slight.
But my other dimension's world is clear.
I live in a stop animation movie.
Click, Click, Click, Click.
Things turn south quickly.
Safety and security, I need it now.
I reach for a safety blanket and clutch it closely.
Everything shakes.
EVERYTHING.
The world rushes back to me,
When in reality, I am rushing back to it.
I'm back in my own skin now.
Suddenly it doesn't seem as bad as it could be.
I have a headache now.
But sometimes learning something like this, is worth it.

To...

the delicately decaying,
the fancied fading,
the lamblike lonely,
the sweetly suffering,
the happily hurting,
i am there in spirit,
feeling your anguish.
let me bare the load,
for i am not at peace.
i am in chaos until,
i bare a world full of chaos.
with love,
Me.

Nirvanna

Tonight the World stands still,
As I crush graphyte onto this pressed paper,
All is still,
All is quiet,
But all is not sound.
Chaos fills this moment suspended in time.
Four white walls.
One bright light.
It blinds me, but I can't stop it.

Finding Beauty in Ugly Places,
Sam.

The Unplanted Seed is Planted for Everyone's Sake

I'll make this one clean.
From here, no one can hear her scream.
There are many things I let her do.
She'll see what it feels like, being done to you.
Stripped of armor, she is left defenseless.
who would stab her in the back, if they could stab her in the chest?
I twist a blade in vacant space.
She is heartless,
No emotion on her face.
I Take out my heart and plant it in her.
Maybe she can think with it in the future.

Time is the best way to heal.
And only it can tell,
If it'll ever change the way I feel.

Finding Beauty in Ugly Places,
Sam.

Studyhall's Random Thoughts 1

I know Nothing. Or Do I?
Head vs. Heart
Are you gone or Is it Just me?
I have picture worth a million words.
I am a liar.
Months seem like hours, but weeks feel like decades.
?Sound or Noise?
I Get Pissed about the Petty.
I didn't Know what i wanted until You revealed it to me!
?THGIR OT TFEL ETIRWEW OD YHW
Why SHould I open it up when eventually I'll slam it shut?
Is it worth it?
yoU. you. yOu. You. YOU. YoU. YOu. yOU.
Why do I Doubt Everything?
C O P L E T E
I'm impacient.
I'm waiting; Always
For What?
I'm attached to a piece of plastic.
I'm unstable in emotions.
You touch my core.

Finding Beauty in Ugly Places,
Sam.

Feelings of Failure/ I am here

I am here.
You are there.
Where is here?
I don’t even know this place.
However, it has a familiar atmosphere.
I am trapped here.
In bondage of chains and shackles, here.
Away from everyone else, here.
I am alone, here.
And you are there.
Like the moon, visible, but never attainable.
Not From here.
I crawl to get to you,
But fall exasperated every time.
The air is hazy and thick, here.
I sit on slate in a corner,
Bound by chains, tying down my extremities.
The rock floor and walls, along with the air, are all damp and cold.
My hands are numb, here.
They seem so distant and foreign now, as if they weren’t even mine.
They are suspended in air by the limp wrists on my arms, rested upon my knees,
Which are tucked close to my body, for warmth.
My hands are dangling like puppets that once were playful and comical.
They used to engage in much activity.
They used to engage in the creation of something more than themselves.
But not here.
The puppeteer is dying.
I am dying.
All I ever wanted was to reach you.
Maybe others would understand and follow me to you.
But they refused to follow a crazy man.
But they refused to open up.
So they locked me up to rot, here.
You can see me, trapped far below, dying in failure.
You pour down tears on the earth, weeping of the sorrow you see, here.
My sorrow, here.
You are LOVE.
You are too good for me.
That is what you are, there.
I don’t deserve you.
So I sit here dying,
Because I am also them, who locked me up.
I seal my own fate, here.
What a sad story.
That is what I am, here.


Finding Beauty in Ugly Places,
Sam.