tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34027379225794199232024-03-08T06:17:13.335-08:00Define HurtZia Sampsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16921874156121164417noreply@blogger.comBlogger313125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402737922579419923.post-21751169640682858952014-04-23T08:27:00.000-07:002014-04-23T08:27:52.037-07:00Playlist for NoahHi, babycakes. So I'm making this playlist for you. I'll probably put it on Youtube or Playlist.com eventually, but I wanted to get it down in writing first. I love you.
<br><br>Such Great Heights ;; Iron and Wine
<br>Wanted ;; Hunter Hayes
<br>Call Me Irresponsible ;; Michael Buble
<br>Moondance ;; Michael Buble
<br>Juliet ;; Emilie Autumn
<br>My Cherie Amore ;; Stevie Wonder
<br>On A Slow Boat To China ;; Bette Midler and Barry Manilow
<br>Ever Dream ;; Nightwish
<br>Amaranthine ;; Amaranthe
<br>Kiss ;; Prince
<br>I Wanna Be Your Lover ;; Prince
<br><br>Your Nickel Ain't Worth My Dime ;; Sleeping With Sirens
<br>Postcards and Polaroids ;; Sleeping With Sirens
<br>If I'm James Dean, You're Audrey Hepburn ;; Sleeping With Sirens
<br>Stomach Tied In Knots ;; Sleeping With Sirens
<br>All My Heart ;; Sleeping With Sirens
<br><br>Fool With Dreams ;; Framing Hanley
<br>I Caught Fire ;; The Used
<br>Cinema ;; Skrillex Remix
<br>Boomerang ;; The Summer Set
<br>When You Can't Sleep At Night ;; Of Mice & Men
<br>If Only They Knew ;; A Rocket To The Moon
<br>I Must Be Dreaming ;; The Maine
<br>Miles Away ;; Memphis May Fire
<br><br>Body Party ;; Ciara
<br>Neighbors Know My Name ;; Trey Songz
<br>Right Where You Want Me ;; Jesse McCartney
<br>Beautiful Soul ;; Jesse McCartney
<br>My Boo ;; Usher and Alicia Keys
<br>Let Me Love You ;; Mario
<br>How Do I Breathe ;; Mario
<br>Ain't No Other Man ;; Christina Aguilera
<br>Candyman ;; Christina Aguilera
<br>Come On Over Baby (All I Want Is You) ;; Christina Aguilera
<br>Crazy In Love ;; Beyonce
<br>I'm A Slave 4 U ;; Britney Spears
<br>Toxic ;; Britney Spears
<br><br>Baby I ;; Ariana Grande
<br>The Way ;; Ariana Grande
<br>Mirrors ;; Justin Timberlake
<br>Honey Bee ;; Blake Shelton
<br>You Look Good In My Shirt ;; Keith Urban
<br>The Secrets That We Keep ;; Sara Evans
<br><br>Multiple pop and country songs make me think of you. Listen to some of these? 'Cuz they explain everything that I can't. I adore you, baby.
Zia Sampsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16921874156121164417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402737922579419923.post-38323083472630723402013-11-29T20:45:00.002-08:002013-11-29T20:45:58.618-08:00The Corners Of WarHave you ever gotten that feeling?
<br>The inside of your stomach heaves
<br>And your heartbeat wracks you with pain
<br>Your breathing is labored
<br>Those eyelids drop in defeat
<br>And your body shuts down
<br><br>It's the corners of war
<br>Your fantasies against your reality
<br>Tearing apart your insides
<br>Because you're so lost to what is and isn't
<br>After all, you can't see the end of the road
<br>And the path is twisted
<br><br>You've seen this happen
<br>When you over-think it and ruin yourself
<br>Because you're too insecure
<br>Perfection is never attainable
<br>And you're the farthest thing from it
<br><br>Gracious acceptance of the past
<br>And blissfully optimistic for the future
<br>It brings tears to your eyes
<br>Running mascara betraying you
<br>Your strengths are your weaknesses
<br>They bring your demise
<br><br>Your body is turmoil
<br>And your mind is even worse off
<br>Landmines fill that barren landscape
<br>Any chance of happiness is ruined by them
<br>Those mines are your scenarios
<br>Of what is, what was, and what will be
<br>And they will destroy you
<br><br>God, why won't you listen to me?
<br>I'm trying to save you from yourself
<br>Because this is how it always happens
<br>You'd think you'd have learned this by now
<br>But no, you won't
<br><br>You think this is foolproof
<br>What could ever go wrong?
<br>And a minute later, you're wrought with pain
<br>From something that hasn't happened yet
<br>You can see it, you can feel it
<br>But it doesn't exist
<br>How can you do this to yourself?
<br><br>This is war, damn it
<br>And you're always going to lose
<br>Until you stop sending your secrets
<br>To the enemyZia Sampsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16921874156121164417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402737922579419923.post-31334564602107348172013-11-29T20:27:00.000-08:002013-11-29T20:27:37.458-08:00Sometimes I'm A MistakeMy fingertips hit the keyboard
<br>And I have a million things to say
<br>But I'm never coherent
<br>And the words get jumbled again
<br><br>If you looked in my head
<br>I guarantee that you'd get lost
<br>Between song lyrics and memories
<br>Pages of sheet music and horn fingerings
<br>Useless information and insecurities
<br><br>And yet I can't say a word
<br>A single phrase to keep them around
<br>Not a damn thing to make myself
<br>Even the slightest bit intriguing
<br><br>Pretty face
<br>Pretty horn
<br>Pretty lips
<br>And a pretty mind
<br><br>But I am so tired of being simply pretty
<br>I desire so much more than this
<br>Don't you see how much I can be?
<br>I have opinions, ideas, jokes, and wants!
<br>I'm not the stupid Barbie that I used to be!
<br><br>See? These words get thrown around
<br>Dust in the endless tornado
<br>That just so happens to be my mind
<br>I'm all over the place
<br>How in the hell did it get this way?
<br>How in the hell do I fix myself before I get too lost?Zia Sampsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16921874156121164417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402737922579419923.post-82194345842389564342013-11-19T10:54:00.000-08:002013-11-19T10:54:18.802-08:00The Physical Will Always Show The MentalI can feel my heart pounding
<br>Hammering against my chest
<br>Wracking my body
<br>Heaving and straining
<br><br>When did this become the norm?
<br>My cheeks flushed and rosy
<br>Heat rising to my ears
<br>Mouth stretching in a sheepish grin
<br><br>Antagonizing butterflies
<br>They line the insides of my stomach
<br>Their scaled wings flapping at me
<br>Sweet terrors, lovely reminders
<br><br>My body is the biggest betrayal
<br>Of feelings I try to suppress
<br>When I am not with you
<br>They only cause me to lose my concentration
<br><br>Oh, my mind and my heart
<br>At constant torment
<br>Of keeping a smile on my face
<br>And keeping me in lineZia Sampsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16921874156121164417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402737922579419923.post-35728090322705701342013-11-15T09:36:00.001-08:002013-11-15T09:36:44.706-08:00Minor Melody, Off Tempo As UsualThere's a certain beat
<br><i>Thud, tha-thump, thudthudthud</i>
<br>Erratic and off tempo
<br>Each hit a dull, aching reminder
<br>Of the solitude
<br><br><i>Thud, tha-thudthud, thump tha-thump
<br>Thump, tha-thump, thudthudthump tha-thump</i>
<br>Echoing in the cavity
<br>And resonating in the mind
<br>Like a bass drum
<br><br><i>Thump, thump, thud tha-thump</i>
<br>It speeds and it slows
<br>It lessens, it grows
<br>And it is uncontrollably dissonant
<br>Ta ka di mi syllables at large
<br><br>An aching medley of rhythms
<br>Persistent offbeats
<br>Antagonizing a familiar melody
<br>The minor chord refusing to resolve
<br>Choosing instead to continue
<br>The sorrowful, lonely tune
<br>Harmonies a constant tug
<br>At heartstrings that already hurtZia Sampsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16921874156121164417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402737922579419923.post-14980806317754805672013-11-14T11:04:00.001-08:002013-11-14T11:04:55.746-08:00Every Time I Kiss Her, She Sings To MeMinutes upon hours
<br>Days after weeks
<br>Second by second
<br>Drifting thoughts collide
<br>With unthinkable feeling
<br><br>What is this?
<br>Uncontrollable and raging
<br>Passionate, unbridled
<br>Flames intensified
<br>By true integrity
<br><br>Rapture through lips
<br>Solid meeting pliable
<br>The tender in control
<br>Of the precious metal
<br>Beneath it
<br><br>Beauty in its purest form
<br>Shining reflection
<br>Requited love and savior
<br>Blissfully caressing
<br>The silver bore
<br><br>More than I can mention
<br>Emotion too overwhelming
<br>The most incredible gift
<br>Of a lifestyle and choice
<br>Resting in my handsZia Sampsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16921874156121164417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402737922579419923.post-29170519127577526572013-11-13T09:42:00.000-08:002013-11-13T09:42:31.025-08:00Simply BelieveHey, everyone! Zia here, just giving you a recap of my year. c:
<br><br>I can't believe I have been writing on this blog for four years. Four. Since my freshman year of high school, I have posted my work here. And now, I am a freshman in college. I can't believe how quickly the time flies! It feels like only yesterday that I was just beginning to discover what writing meant to me in regards to how I expressed and handled my feelings. The style of my writing has changed so much as well! What a difference life experiences really make on a person.
<br><br>So I am in college now, and it is an amazing experience. I have never met such a wide variety of people interested in different things. Of course there are the stereotypical band kids like me, those of us who are dedicating our lives to our practice. Most of the students in the department are music education majors. There are only two instrumental performance majors in my class, myself included. But we all adore playing. However, the department does have its struggles. My section lacks true leadership, as the directors refused to put a freshman as principle player because of lack of experience. Although each director has told me that my abilities are superior to my section leaders, they didn't want to cause me too much stress.
<br><br>Next semester, however, they intend to make me a leader! I have never been so motivated in my life to become a better player. I truly believe that I will be an outstanding role model for the horns beneath me. I'm dedicated, and I love this instrument more than I have ever loved anything in my life. Horn kept me alive when I was at the edge of control. When I wanted to give up on myself, I pushed on for my music. I live and breathe for horn. There will never be a love more true than my love for horn. And I hope that I can convey that to my directors and professors.
<br><br>My social life is doing well. Making friends in college is a lot easier than making friends in high school. I adore my sorority. The sisters are wonderful women, and I cannot wait to spend my college experience with them. My roommate is an angel. We get along absolutely wonderfully, and I hope she always knows that she is extremely loved. I have a good group of people in my life, and I intend to keep them. I am liked! I feel well-liked by my community, and that is a wonderful feeling.
<br><br>Love life? Hey, that's a thing, too! We aren't official because he's at home, but he makes me really happy. And that is a great feeling. Having someone tell me I am beautiful and call me "baby" is a fantastic thing. I can't wait to see him again.
<br><br>So all in all, I have come to the conclusion that things are going to be okay. I get stressed out, but at the end of the day, I am a pretty lucky girl. If there's a piece of advice I could offer you, it is this:
<br>Things are never going to be perfect. It isn't always going to work out in your favor. But sometimes, that's okay! Nothing in life is set in stone, and things change a lot. But if you keep on pushing forward and believing that you're going to make it through the day, through the weeks, whatever, then that is what will keep you going. You have to believe in yourself, as cheesy as that sounds. If you feel like you're at your limit, then take a step back. Cool down. Then get right back on top of it and take charge. <b>YOU</b> are your best asset.
<br><i>I believe in you. You should believe in you, too.</i>
<br><br>I intend to make this next year more incredible than the last! Every year, I learn something new about myself and about the world around me. That's what is truly important. Continuous growth is such a huge part of finding yourself. You learn what makes you happy, and that is what you need to live your life to the fullest. Happiness is the ultimate goal, my friends. And I promise, you will find what makes you happiest. I hope that you are defining yourselves and that you defy every negative influence that threatens to hold you down! Simply believe, and the rest should follow suit.
<br><br>With much love,
<br>Zia
<br><i>Define Hurt</i>Zia Sampsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16921874156121164417noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402737922579419923.post-43622050770241022552013-11-13T09:10:00.001-08:002013-11-13T09:10:41.205-08:00Was That Even A Thing?How could I have been so blind?
<br><br>Watching you now from my balcony
<br>Waiting for you to fall once more
<br>Tormented, pathetic little boy
<br>With your ego radiating like an aura
<br>That pretentious air a commonplace
<br>In your dry personality
<br><br>How could I have been so stupid?
<br><br>Wasting perfectly good tears
<br>On a figment of my imagination
<br>Acting like such a chivalrous man
<br>When you're still a child in mind
<br>Berating others for their faults
<br>Praising your slim strengths
<br>And ignoring every shortcoming
<br>As though you have none
<br><br>Why did I ever want you?
<br><br>Irritating in the extreme
<br>Unquenchable thirst for superiority
<br>Insatiable appetite for approval
<br>Lacking in confidence
<br>But you make up for it in pompousness
<br>Such a bad actor
<br>Such a bad friend
Zia Sampsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16921874156121164417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402737922579419923.post-59601620284668484332013-11-12T13:45:00.000-08:002013-11-12T13:45:41.434-08:00Miles AwayI ache
<br>My stomach is knotted
<br>My chest heaves, unbridled longing
<br>My throat gets dry
<br>My head feels light and dizzy
<br>And the room around me spins
<br><br>I breathe
<br>The longest possible breath
<br>Inhaling what sanity I can
<br>Attempting to calm myself
<br>Trying to keep above water
<br>Staying out of this dreamland
<br><br>I fail
<br>Thoughts coming back again
<br>Sweetly lacing every corner of my day
<br>Dancing through my head
<br>Breaking my composure
<br>Stopping me in my tracks
<br><br>I smile
<br>Your rich voice in my ears
<br>Comforting smile invading my mind
<br>The idea of your arms around me
<br>And me finally being yours
<br>A persistent struggle
<br>With me being so many miles away
<br><br>But I won't give up
<br>Not when I long for you soZia Sampsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16921874156121164417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402737922579419923.post-31519778765927641602013-10-28T12:17:00.000-07:002013-11-12T13:38:46.047-08:00MoreAuthor's Note: This is an older one. Can't remember the exact date, though. I wanna say around October 3rd, 4th?
<br><br>Familiar musky scent
<br>Medium-wash jeans
<br>Laden with holes
<br>Cramped space comfortable
<br>Warmth nearing hot
<br><br>Lazy touches
<br>Flirtatious remarks
<br>Quickly lead to lips meeting
<br>The rough prickle rubbing
<br>Hands tracing every curve
<br>Heaving hot sighs
<br><br>Eagerly pulling, stretching
<br>Tearing the clothes from my skin
<br>Wet lips engulfing tender spots
<br>And I feel alive again
<br>With those blue eyes sparking
<br>Fiery and excited
<br><br>"I knew you would come back."
<br>Between kisses
<br>"At least, I hoped you would.
<br>I wanted you."
<br><br>Singeing my body
<br>With searing hot lips
<br>You've got me writhing beneath you
<br>And I'm enthralled
<br><br>Lifting my hips
<br>Caressing my lips with yours
<br>Oh my God, oh my God
<br>I've waited too long
<br>Always too long
<br>Please, please
<br><br>Pulsating, throbbing
<br>Needless ache punished
<br>And rewarded all at once
<br>Over and over
<br><br>That smirk, that intensity
<br>The desire to please me
<br>To finally make me yours
<br>And you're groaning
<br>"Baby, baby."
<br>Our words are whispered
<br>But I hear it as screams
<br><br>And I finally taste you on my tongue
<br>You sigh once more
<br>Exhausted
<br>And I wriggle with anticipation
<br>For moreZia Sampsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16921874156121164417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402737922579419923.post-84779318203598928822013-10-28T12:11:00.002-07:002013-10-28T12:11:59.629-07:00The PastAuthor's Note: This is in absolutely no way still relevant to my daily life. However, I enjoy keeping all of my poems and lyrics on this blog. Hence this one. xD
<br><br>--- 10-1-13
<br><br>I miss the way you laugh
<br>The wave of your eyelashes
<br>The curve of your smile
<br>Deep-dyed black hair
<br>Lazily throwing your arm around me
<br>Softest lips meeting in a kiss
<br>The tan of your skin
<br>Hater marks on your neck
<br>"I swear, I swear"
<br>Followed by promises
<br>Multitudes of oaths
<br>I love you's
<br>And aches of my heart
<br>I miss the way we were
<br>How we loved
<br>And what will never be againZia Sampsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16921874156121164417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402737922579419923.post-32014017522786334642013-10-27T14:56:00.000-07:002013-10-27T14:56:25.235-07:00So FrustratedTired of seeing you
<br>Constantly wearing the same blank expression
<br>Invading every second of my daily life
<br>With that dull hair falling on your shoulders
<br>And a nasally tone
<br>That asks every question without censor
<br><br>Sick and tired of never being alone
<br>Sick and tired of this situation
<br>Sick and tired of this damned set-up
<br><br>Why can't I go to my own space?
<br>My peace of mind is being completely deteriorated
<br>By the overwhelming aspect of this life
<br>Leave me be, leave me be!
<br>Let me have this one moment for me
<br>And for me alone
Zia Sampsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16921874156121164417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402737922579419923.post-47165055428354860502013-10-24T19:37:00.000-07:002013-10-24T19:37:25.964-07:00I Always DreamedConstantly reverting my attention
<br>Is becoming a frustration
<br>But I can't get my mind off of you
<br><br>How can I even describe how I feel about you?
<br>I went from being completely detached
<br>To craving an emotional connection
<br>And look at where I am now
<br>Sitting in my dorm room, miles away
<br>Yet still longing for your touch
<br>All I can do is remember
<br><br>What I would give
<br>To nestle into your chest again
<br>Tucked gingerly in your arms
<br>Fingertips lazily running up and down my spine
<br>Across my arms, down my thighs
<br>The rise and fall of your torso
<br>With every breath you take
<br>Silken legs overlapping yours
<br>My hands pressed against your body
<br>It's well after midnight
<br>And I am still wide awake
<br><br>Eagerly rolling over to a side
<br>Taunting you, teasing you into action
<br>Moving to meet me
<br>The sweetest kiss on my lips
<br>And you pull me on top of you
<br>My legs straddling that gorgeous body of yours
<br>And my lips can't separate from yours
<br>Until you move to my chest
<br>Burying yourself in me
<br><br>I can barely breathe already
<br>How does this happen?
<br>It never was like this before
<br>You know exactly what to do for me
<br>Eyes tracing my body then reverting back
<br>Those beautiful blue eyes haunt me when you're gone
<br><br>You touch me again, and I sigh
<br>Your name is honey on my lips
<br>But you keep yours on me as though my skin is sugar
<br>You move to look down at me
<br>Eager anticipation rippling down my spine
<br>And that sexy smirk lining your delicious lips
<br><br>Me and you
<br>The movement is pulsing
<br>And you do things to me unlike any other man
<br>Air can't reach my lungs fast enough
<br>Eyelids fluttering in ecstasy
<br>Is this even possible?
<br>No one else has ever-
<br><br>I gasp again, I can't breathe
<br>You've done it, you've done it!
<br>No one else could ever prove themselves
<br>And here you are, still gripping my hips
<br>I cannot keep quiet
<br>Not when you give me the sweetest torture
<br><br>You're exhausted
<br>My lips on you once more
<br>The finale of your feat
<br>An ending I long to see you to
<br>I could never refuse you
<br><br>Once we've had our share
<br>It's back to that same lazy position
<br>Me in your arms
<br>Pressed against your warm chest
<br>My legs entwined with yours
<br>And tender kisses shared again
<br><br>You light up a cigarette
<br>Thick smoke filling the room
<br>And I love the small talk
<br>Comfortable closeness
<br>Easily nuzzled against you
<br>As the morning comes to meet us
<br>The wear and tear of our adventures
<br>Finally forcing us into the silence of sleep
<br>And I stay wrapped in your arms
<br>The way I always dreamed
Zia Sampsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16921874156121164417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402737922579419923.post-71854472283856153702013-10-24T19:15:00.001-07:002013-10-24T19:16:21.728-07:00Romance For The RecordsLips meeting metal
<br>The rush of breath filling lungs
<br>And the power of air overwhelming me
<br><br>I play
<br>Vibrations of the purest form
<br>Against a taut silver mouthpiece
<br><br>Hand pressed against nickel
<br>The curve of her bell the most enticing vision
<br>A sight of the most pure beauty
<br><br>And I play her
<br>Love her the way I could never love a man
<br>She is my sweetest sin, my one passion
<br><br>But I am wrong
<br>It is never the right melody
<br>Never will she and I create the perfect tone
<br><br>They tell me I'm wrong
<br>That this romance is one for the records
<br>She and I can light up the night sky
<br><br>Our sound is changing
<br>And our love is being tested yet again
<br>How long can I hold onto her?Zia Sampsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16921874156121164417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402737922579419923.post-25242778526029900202013-10-15T20:00:00.000-07:002013-10-15T20:00:27.218-07:00Am I A Masochist?Am I a masochist?
<br>I adore the things that hurt me
<br>The bite in every word against me
<br>The pain in every rejection I get
<br>Because of the hope
<br>A chance that this loneliness will lead
<br>To a love that I desperately desire
<br><br>I'd let you rip me to pieces
<br>If it meant that one day, you'd love me
<br>All I ever want
<br>And all I could ever need
<br>Rests in your hands
<br>The hands that never touch me
<br>The smile that never lingers in my direction
<br>The eyes that desperately avoid me
<br>And the voice that whispers my name
<br><br>I hear it
<br>And it's destroying me from the inside out
<br>How I ache with longing
<br>For you, for you, for you
<br>The idea of you and me
<br>Because I can see it, damn it
<br>They can see it
<br>This is more than just a passing glance
<br>This is an emotion
<br>One that is tearing me apart
<br>Killing me from the outside inZia Sampsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16921874156121164417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402737922579419923.post-2637054814852618172013-09-16T15:12:00.000-07:002013-09-16T15:14:34.510-07:00Four More DaysBreathless
<br>Caught up in the same old daydream
<br>That I am dying to make a reality
<br>Your soft lips against my skin
<br>The slightest flicker of your tongue
<br>Against the warmth of my neck
<br>Your teeth graze the surface
<br>And I can't hold back
<br><br>From wrapping my legs around your waist
<br>Pulling your lips down to mine
<br>And grasping your hair in my hands
<br>Every sound you make drives me wild
<br>Sending those lovely shivers down my spine
<br>I writhe in ecstasy again and again
<br>The most beautiful feeling
<br><br>You do it again
<br>Envelope yourself in the emotion
<br>And I'm screaming your name
<br>In hopes that you'll never stop
<br>Never stop loving me the way you do
<br>It's the best way you know how
<br><br>My entire body aches
<br>The sweetest pain I've ever felt
<br>Muscles in my legs shaking
<br>Weakly nuzzled into the curve of your arms
<br>Those same soft lips against my forehead
<br>And sugar-coated "I love you's" escape your lips
<br><br>Shakes of laughter wrack your body
<br>As I am pressed against your chest
<br>And I respond in the same manner
<br>That smile lighting up your face
<br>And lighting up my world
<br>How could I live without the passion?
<br>How could I live without the friendship?Zia Sampsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16921874156121164417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402737922579419923.post-7224317300671615052013-09-16T09:20:00.001-07:002013-09-16T09:26:55.976-07:00Venom In My VeinsThe sighs and the sweetest breath
<br>The heaving of your chest
<br>I felt it
<br>I hear it in my dreams
<br><br>The wrong never felt so right
<br>It's my body's favorite fight
<br>My brain rips
<br>My heart right at its seams
<br><br>I try to say the words
<br>But they cannot escape
<br>And I can
<br>Tell you how I feel, but
<br>Boy, I just get so afraid
<br>Of how
<br><br>You take my breath away
<br>With the things you do
<br>And the words you say
<br>I didn't think it'd hurt
<br>To hear the way you
<br>Remember her
<br>And I need you to know
<br>I'm terrified that
<br>You'll let me go
<br>And I don't want you
<br>To leave me
<br><br>The way that my body aches
<br>For your eyes upon my face
<br>It kills me
<br>Brings the venom to my veins
<br><br>And if you don't feel the same
<br>If I'm just another name
<br>Then don't tell me
<br>Save me from the selfish pain
<br><br>I can't believe that I
<br>Could do this to myself
<br>And I can't
<br>Tell you that you're bringing me
<br>Into the depths of hell
<br>With how
<br><br>You take my breath away
<br>With the things you do
<br>And the words you say
<br>I didn't think it'd hurt
<br>To hear the way you
<br>Remember her
<br>And I need you to know
<br>I'm terrified that
<br>You'll let me go
<br>And I don't want you
<br>To leave me
<br><br>'Cause I can't
<br>Explain it
<br>All I can do is say it
<br>And just hope that
<br>You feel it
<br>It's embarrassing to say
<br>How much I don't want
<br>You to go
<br>And I want you to know
<br>That I can't
<br>Control it
<br>Or stop myself
<br><br>You take my breath away
<br>With the things you do
<br>And the words you say
<br>I pretend it doesn't hurt
<br>The way that you
<br>Remember her
<br>I'm begging you to know
<br>I'm terrified
<br>That you will go
<br>And I don't want you
<br>To leave me
<br><br>I'm so scared that you'll leave meZia Sampsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16921874156121164417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402737922579419923.post-4538179609290538902013-09-14T12:41:00.001-07:002013-09-14T12:41:10.386-07:00JudgmentWatch me fervently
<br>With eyes narrowed by jealousy
<br>And swear that you're superior
<br>To my inevitable character flaws
<br><br>This won't be the first time
<br>And it won't be the last
<br>That accusing words will flow
<br>From that intelligent mouth of yours
<br>Looking down on me
<br>From your golden pedestal
<br><br>Pardon me for being who I am
<br>And pardon me for enjoying myself
<br>God save my soul from hell
<br>Because my apparent sins
<br>Will send me straight to Hell, right?
Zia Sampsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16921874156121164417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402737922579419923.post-13702055603828675802013-09-11T20:52:00.001-07:002013-09-11T20:52:29.442-07:00The Other SideEverything I've ever done
<br>I've done with the best intentions
<br>Every rule I ever broke
<br>Has been too rare to mention
<br>I've been holding out so long
<br>And made this love my own invention
<br><br>Every heart I ever broke
<br>I tried my best to mend
<br>Every story that I've sang
<br>Has always had its end
<br>I'm tired of this fairytale
<br>I want to stop playing pretend
<br><br>But I can't
<br>So I won't
<br>Although this heart of mine
<br>Is crying for the other side
<br><br>Every time I look away
<br>You're always there beside me
<br>Every time I needed you
<br>You're always there to guide me
<br>I am begging for a sign
<br>That things aren't always what they seem
<br><br>Every second that I wait
<br>I view as some days long
<br>Every time I go to sleep
<br>The dreams turn out so wrong
<br>I know inside I am a fool
<br>Though I try to act so strong
<br><br>But I can't
<br>So I won't
<br>Although this heart of mine
<br>Is crying for the other sideZia Sampsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16921874156121164417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402737922579419923.post-41827678958590350132013-08-11T11:33:00.001-07:002013-08-11T11:33:11.285-07:00EscapeMe and you against the world
<br>A dream I so long to embrace
<br>For the rest of my waking days
<br><br>Until now, I was insecure
<br>A beauty locked up in a prison
<br>But my punishment was self-inflicted
<br>And I couldn't free myself
<br><br>But with you, I am in flight
<br>Reaching even the highest skies
<br>And touching the powdery clouds
<br>With my own fingertips
<br><br>You helped me be the me
<br>I didn't know that I could be
<br>And now, I can't go back
<br>To the person that I was
Zia Sampsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16921874156121164417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402737922579419923.post-15369942113791126782013-08-02T12:03:00.002-07:002013-08-02T12:03:48.156-07:00My Jumbled Mess Of A MindSo many things I could say
<br>And so many answers I could write
<br>But the tapping of the keyboard
<br>Would ring in my ears for eternity
<br>So I will try to keep this short
<br><br>I can't imagine my world changing
<br>I am so terrified to leave you
<br>Scared to the point of tears
<br>Because I don't want to end this
<br>Not when I know this kind of love
<br>Is the type that should last forever
<br><br>Time is the enemy
<br>And the night is my friend
<br>At midnight, dreamland is the
<br>Most wonderful of companions
<br>Because when I dream
<br>I am always envisioning you
<br><br>Do you dream of me?
<br>Or am I stupid for asking?
<br>I pray that I am just as capturing
<br>As you are to me
<br>These visions dance in my head
<br>And I will keep them
<br><br>The thought of everything
<br>Spiraling into change
<br>Is ever present in this day
<br>But I swear, I can't let this end
<br>Because life is a long experience
<br>And I can't be alone for this
<br>Not when I love you soZia Sampsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16921874156121164417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402737922579419923.post-33001192792724858682013-07-20T13:14:00.000-07:002013-07-20T13:14:00.941-07:00NeitherI could scream it one thousand times
<br>I could whisper it in your ears
<br>But it never would reach you
<br><br>You block out my incessant needs
<br>With false promises and neglect
<br>Pretending that I am not here crying
<br>That my words are not coherent
<br>My dreams are lackluster and irrelevant
<br><br>There's more to me than you know
<br>You preach of your love, but don't show it
<br>And expect me to respond on a whim
<br>As though you are all I'll ever need
<br>But I don't need you
<br>I swear, I do not
<br><br>There's a difference between necessity and longing
<br>And now, I have neitherZia Sampsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16921874156121164417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402737922579419923.post-1953216368345535212013-07-09T12:32:00.001-07:002013-11-13T09:17:09.048-08:00Preparations6-16-13
<br><br>No one could've prepared me for this
<br>No amount of warning would've kept me on my feet
<br>After you swept me off of them so easily
<br>I wasn't ready at all
<br>But that's the best part of this, isn't it?
<br><br>The best part of falling in love is the magic
<br>The mystery, the rush of the senses
<br>The incessant laughter, the lack of restraint
<br>The sweet taste of your lips, the warmth of a smile
<br>There isn't a way to a single out your perfections
<br>All of them end in the same result
<br>With me falling ever more in love with you
<br><br>It isn't easy to write this out
<br>Every insecurity I have, I've bared to you
<br>In hopes that you'll look through them
<br>Like a streak-free sheet of glass
<br>And take this heart of mine into your hands
<br>To keep and hold for as long as you'll have me
<br><br>I couldn't say it enough to you
<br>How much I need you here with me
<br>That perfect smile, that laugh that picks me up
<br>When this dismal world is crashing down around us
<br>The person I fall more in love with every day
<br>The man I could love for forever, if you'd let me
<br><br>No amount of preparation could've saved me from this fall
<br>No amount of precaution could've stopped me from myself
<br>Because I know I can be uncontrollable
<br>I didn't even see this coming
<br>But that made it the sweetest surprise, didn't it?Zia Sampsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16921874156121164417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402737922579419923.post-85095880027571151722013-07-09T12:30:00.002-07:002013-07-09T12:30:58.808-07:00To KnowNo one said this would be easy
<br>No one told me it would change
<br>Everything you do, it drives me crazy
<br>Even though not always the same way
<br><br>I didn't think I'd fall into this
<br>Like the way the Earth pulls at the moon
<br>I don't know how long I'll get through this
<br>But right now, I'm begging for me and you
<br><br>I've given my senses
<br>A little time to breathe
<br>And everything you do to me
<br>Just brings them back to screams
<br>And I don't want to leave you
<br>And I don't want you to go
<br>But where are you when I need you?
<br>There's a hurt you need to know
<br>A love I want to grow
<br>Tell me, am I supposed to go?
<br>A hurt you need to know
<br><br>You and I go wild
<br>Like the stars drive us insane
<br>But I break down like a child
<br>When our love is lost to fate
<br><br>The ground beneath is shaking
<br>Balance lost by restless hands
<br>I try to act like things aren't breaking
<br>But everything has its own plan
<br><br>I've given my senses
<br>A little time to breathe
<br>And everything you do to me
<br>Just brings them back to screams
<br>And I don't want to leave you
<br>And I don't want to go
<br>But where are you when I need you?
<br>There's a hurt you need to know
<br>Do you just want me to go?
<br>I thought this love was gonna grow
<br>It's a hurt you need to know
<br><br>It drives me to tears how you
<br>Break down my fears with your
<br>Love but it isn't so picture perfect
<br>But I know I'm worth it
<br><br>I've given my senses
<br>A little time to breathe
<br>And everything you do to me
<br>Just brings them back to screams
<br>And I don't want to leave you
<br>And I don't want you to go
<br>But where are you when I need you?
<br>There's a hurt you need to know
<br>A love I want to show to the world
<br>There's a hurt you need to know
<br>But baby, I'll show you, show you
<br>Don't you want this love to grow?Zia Sampsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16921874156121164417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402737922579419923.post-51354139893159071142013-05-26T13:28:00.000-07:002013-05-26T13:28:02.346-07:00Untapped PotentialUntapped potential
<br>Like a wishing well, unused
<br>So many credentials
<br>To reach the stars and more
<br>The best of the worst
<br>The sweetest kind of sour
<br>That I could possibly devour
<br><br>
The taste of you settles in my mouth
<br>The hot rush of breath sends a shiver
<br>Down to my toes
<br>Up again
<br>Up and down
<br>Up and down
<br>God, I could die from wanting
<br>Is this how it was supposed to feel?
<br><br>
I've never felt it
<br>This rush
<br>It's so overwhelming
<br>Powerful
<br>The madness fills my mind
<br>I want you, I want all of you
<br>And I want you now
<br><br>
Untapped potential
<br>Like a wishing well, unused
<br>So many credentials
<br>To reach the moon and back
<br><br>
Is it wrong to feel scared?
<br>I know how much this can hurt
<br>Will you?
<br>I know you're capable
<br>But Goddess, I hope you don't
<br><br>
How did this happen so fast?
<br>Why are you filling my thoughts with
<br>Hopes for a future?
<br>Do I do the same to you?
<br>Will I ever?
Zia Sampsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16921874156121164417noreply@blogger.com0