Poetry by Samuel George

Tedious verses from an over-read melancholic hopeless romantic with a dash of dark comedy.

[ontheothersidefromyou]

Bureau De Same

Terrible rate of

Exchange between my dreams and

this reality

[ontheothersidefromyou]

MMXVII

Winter wakes need to write 

To help us all get to what’s

On the other side

[ontheothersidefromyou]

A Light Here

Vision obscured For a few seconds there's no signal the demands of the world wane they dilate audibly there is pure relief in that momentary frustration like a splash of ice water we are alive glowing eyes rattling to and fro we cast a glance across the carriage eyes meet, we smile it feels like a game for a moment we are united then the light returns we retreat into our assigned roles clutched purses and pursed lips and pretend the moment never happened pretend all the moments never happened I bore myself I feel like a large body cream that was such good value at the time but has since outstayed it's welcome and is now a burden to put on I see my mistakes contour the swiftly changing landscapes lines of light dance in erratic palettes across my window holding years and years of memory like a film reel A kaleidoscope of almost, maybe, nearly, should've, could've... excuses pour down in sheets There's a girl looking through the glass the future looks back at me the future looks black to me the future looks back and she laughs, she laughs the future looks back and she laughs

[averno-averno]

I didn’t want any flowers, I only wanted To lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty.

Sylvia Plath, Tulips (via remnantsofapoet)

[ontheothersidefromyou]

Tired (in so many shades)

Misery stares at me like a ghost Like someone I know And he speaks to me in tones that shake my very soul But I don't know what else to do But listen So I do And the room reverberates as his truths undulate And the winter wind shakes the bitter stones Outside Self righteous pride Self righteous I'm tired I'm tired down to my bones

[ontheothersidefromyou]

Wasted On The Young

I'll never be as young as this again. And I'll complain that I'm old until I can see myself and my wasted opportunities sitting in the first class lounge at an airport. I'd like to think that I'd give myself a friendly nod, but I know I didn't.

[ontheothersidefromyou]

#thoughtoftheday

[ontheothersidefromyou]

I don't like this picture

[galaxinaa]

Henri Lievens

[lunasabatica]

Marc Fishman: Azrael, Angel of Death.

[sakrogoat]

Paolo Girardi 

[kaltmesser1]

[ontheothersidefromyou]

I've been focusing more on songwriting, which is a slightly different animal to poetry. Here is the EP

[reneeleherisson]

[ontheothersidefromyou]

“I hope that when the world comes to an end, I can breathe a sigh of relief, because there will be so much to look forward to”

Donnie Darko (2001)

[mischon]

[isildur-elessar]

[ontheothersidefromyou]

LotR + Blades

[ontheothersidefromyou]

Look what I found, complete with (barely legible) A-level annotation!