Well, been feeling a little down lately, was only a matter of time until the writer inside me began ticking. Enjoy.

Best Is Yet To Come

Its a strange to feel alone,
When a year ago i was surrounded,
Its hard to be so quiet,
When recently i was so hounded,
Its weird to be so alien,
And not to have anything to do,
Needing someone to talk to,
And being forced to think who?,
Recently i had the answers,
To the riddles i had my key,
But it seems ive somehow lost it,
Ive lost my identity.

To the past i say “a salut”,
To my friends i say farewell,
The next time we may meet up,
We’ll have better stories to tell,
To the people i left behind,
And the friends i never knew,
May all your wishes be granted,
And all your prayers come true.

To all the family i shunned,
During my apparent time away,
Fear not for my future or wellbeing,
I’ll prove you right someday,

To my girlfriend i say one thing,
I wish you could read my mind,
To see how much you mean to me,
And how rare you are to find.

To all the doubters and critics,
Throughout this course ive run,
Your going to want tape this show,
Because the best is yet to come.

Copyright Sam Marsh 2008 (c)

Im pretty sure everyone knows who this is about, but im not going to explicitly say anything just yet…

Every Day
Im not quite sure how to say this,
or what im trying to achieve,
whether you’ll smile and lean your head,
or whether you’ll stand and leave,
i dont know how to say it,
but im sure of what to say,
I want you to be mine and mine only,
to kiss and hold each day,
i’ve been holding off saying this,
as im unsure what is best,
but ive had to let it out tonight,
and get these feelings off my chest,
i know that theres a risk,
you’ll turn and walk away,
but i hope to god that im wrong,
so you can be mine to hold each day.

Sam Marsh 2007 (c) All rights reserved.

 Catch 22

I need to get the truth,
I need to get some closure,
I need to know whats going on,
From someone who truly knows her.

Is theres a chance?
A possibility,
That she might split up with him,
And have a shot at me?

Is it wasted breath?
Going up the stream?
I dont know which way to turn,
And what all these signs mean.

I want you to be mine so much,
It hurts to think of you,
Because when i see you with someone else,
I feel helpless, sad and blue.

Theres nothing much i can do,
To stress how much you mean,
No roses, wine or chocolates -
Can truly paint the scene.

There is an easy answer,
To solve this eternally,
What does the future hold for you,
And what does it hold for me?

Sam Marsh 2007 (c)

Ok, Well according to Akeel hes going to get the new themes up soon. Ive also written a new poem, enjoy.

Poem – Questions

Im sick of this soul searching,
why do i have to search my soul?
This lifestyle is working,
and i dont know what is my goal,
im tired of going for the women,
who are stunning, gorgeous and bright,
because it seems like im getting nowhere,
and its another lonely night,
its impossible to be with someone,
who you arent attracted to,
but isnt being with someone to have and to hold,
better than being alone and so blue?
Is it worth just gritting your teeth an to smile,
when all along you know it isnt worthwhile,
is it worth to carry on day after day,
living the boring monotonous way?
Is it worth to continue with the love charade?
when you know its quite possible that your uniquely made?
Is it possible that this ying yang is all crap?
And that love is a marketing, card shop ploy trap?
Is it true that theres someone out there for me?
Or will i be the 3rd wheel for all of eternity?
Is it hopeless to try and continue this way?
Living in desperation, day after day?
Is it wrong to dream of my wonderful girl,
when the final curtain will never unfurl?
Is it pointless to chase the carrot on the stick?
Am i doing it wrong or do i need a new trick?
Does anyone have the answers, to the questions i pose,
Rambling on in my facade’d prose..

Sam Marsh 2007 (c)

New poem time, Enjoy.

I Want Her Back

After all these months have passed,
and all our feelings are in the past,
why does it still hurt my heart to see,
you happy with someone whos not me,
to see you smiling with them stirs unrest,
to contain my feelings i can only do my best -
to not sound contradicting, and go back on what was said,
that we dont work together and your’ outta my head’,
why is it when your mine, i dont want you at all,
and when you aint i crave you more,
when your in the arms of another,
theres nothing greater i adore,
when your smile was for me, i couldnt express my joy,
i can only express my anger now your with another boy,
i hate it how my hands are tied from what i have to do,
in this life to get the top and what i must go through,
the sacrifices and rigours of life dont sound so appealing,
i dont know why im writing this, trying to do some revealing,
maybe in the future things will work out as we planned,
walking together, hand in hand on the setting golden sand…

Sam Marsh 2007 (C)

Pretty random poem, but i was bored.

How?

What do you hold onto, when the worlds fallin down,
How do you make anyone smile when you have a tattooed frown?
How can you stay positive and upbeat about life,
when all around nothing good happens, only suffering and strife,
what do you cling to, when all your hopes and dreams are crushed?
what do you reach to, the knife or the pen, when you are pushed?
How do you deal with the loss, of someone close to you?
How do you believe in a god when all the pain around is in clear view?
How can there be justice, how can there be peace?
How can there be happyness when evils never cease?
How do you ‘keep your chin up’, when your work is never done,
How can you chill out when your working on the sun?

Sam Marsh 2007 (c)

New poem for you all. Normally i dont name my inspirations explicitly, but this one is about Emma.

Tell Me Tonight

The Head Cant Feel What The Heart Does,
The Head cant understand the pain,
The Head doesnt understand why i miss us,
And That i would never do it again,
The head is far too logical, the hearts dramatics,
Its either one or the other, never a mix,
Somewhere in beetween is nothing but a lie,
No matter how much i want it, how hard i try,
I dont know what i was thinking, the thoughts in my mind,
I know ive made a mistake but the solutions hard to find,
How do i put it right, what can i do now,
Lying in my bed, swimming in my thoughts thinking how,
What can i do, to put this thing right,
What can i do now, on this dark and lonely night,
How can i make it up to you, undo all the history,
How can i figure out what happened, whys it all a mystery,
I dont understand the decisions i make, and why i run away,
Whenever it gets too close, too real, i think of other ways,
Whenever it gets too happy, too normal and cheery,
I always find ways to mess it up and make it dreary,
I dont know why im writing this, and what i want to achieve,
Maybe its to lift this weight off my shoulders, to help me breathe,
Maybe its to lift off the burden on my heart,
To put things right i dont know where to start,
I dont know what to do, or how i should behave,
This relationship games turned my heart into a slave,
If theres any way i can fix things, or at least make it right,
Please tell me soon, please tell me tonight.

Sam Marsh 2007 (c)