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[samalexanderhuntley]

new poem - hope you like it!

[samalexanderhuntley]

The Only Ones

We sat around the midnight fire,

Underneath the darkened sky,

We were like the last survivors,

Free from all the world gone by.

Midnight fire warmed our hearts,

Glowing in the northern valley,

We were no longer apart but

healing hearts in unity.

Tonight we are the only ones,

The only people on the earth,

Far from home and on the run,

Living at the wild hearth.

Silver was the shining aura,

Beaming on the northern valley,

Ancient lands we will discover,

Tenants of the ever-journey.

Summer air, cold and soft,

Carrying a night bird’s song,

We gazed up at the mountain tops,

The borderlines that stood so strong.

Tonight we are the only ones,

The only people on the earth,

Far from home and on the run,

Living at the wild hearth.

My lungs were weary, filled with smoke,

My eyes were heavy, fire-lined,

My boots were torn, almost broke,

But oh, I really didn’t mind.

We spoke of past and future paths,

Spoke of who we used to be,

Enraptured were our beating hearts,

We sang the songs that set us free.

Tonight we are the only ones,

The only people on the earth,

Far from home and on the run,

Living at the wild hearth.

Bittersweet nostalgia came,

Intertwined with fire-dust,

Times will change, times will change,

Sparks they rise and fall to pass.

The winding roads we’ll take from here

will run away, and separate,

Through darker days we’ll persevere,

Our journeys, they will resonate.

But we are so alive, tonight,

Blessed by this eternity,

Shining with our own ignite,

In the hidden, northern valley.

- s.h x

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From Dust to Gold

Jaded roads in bustling streets,

Could one day lead us, paved in gold,

To shining kingdoms, new and old.

Passing strangers, crossing ways,

Could one day wander side by side,

Hand in hand, souls alight.

Beyond all that we are,

All that we see,

There’s energy waiting to be set free…

Summer’s twilight, night-time air,

We perch upon pavement, cold but free,

Conversing, making memories here,

And those after us, this place shall see.

Fire may burn, and ashes fall,

Your wings had scars, tears, marks,

But a phoenix will rise above it all,

Reborn from fire in novel sparks.

Beyond all that we are,

All that we see,

There’s energy waiting to be set free…

Silence, silently challenges me,

The break that wills, waits to be broken,

Flush it with roaring sound, melody,

Soul to surroundings, into the open.

For misty shadows blur our view, ‘til

streaks of gold pierce the air,

We walk our glowing paths into

the lands we never knew were there.

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The Girl in The Dream

I had a dream

where I loved somebody,

Strange and silent world

without time

and boundary,

I was lost in the silence,

Enchanted and taken

by memories in fragments,

A fleeting vision,

Her starlight eyes, piercing

every doubt and fear,

She resonates from there

to here,

Past, present and

future days,

I feel her

ever-lasting grace,

Through plains of gold

we walked, I saw

fiery lights dance above

the Eastern shore,

And I knew not if I’d found

a new land to roam,

Or if I was, in fact,

coming home.

-s.h

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Distant Lights

As I stand at the edge of the world,

Looking out upon infinite sea,

I see the distant lights again,

Shining from where I want to be,

Distant lights on the other side,

Home to my dreams, visions and futures,

Distant lights, we’re separated by

a rolling sea of fears and distractions,

Pale shimmers in the ghostly dark,

The far-away beacon in this ocean

of fading dreams, decaying souls and

lost journeys,

Echoing sparks dress an endless horizon,

I hope that I make it there someday,

Using my visions to guide me through,

To breach the barriers of my reality and

close the distance between me and you,

A glow that penetrates the darkness,

Permeates silence, radiant Elysium,

Ever-calling, ever-glowing,

They’ll haunt me if I never reach them,

My heart, reaching like the tide,

In waves of nostalgia, wistful streams,

For wondrous places, harmonious voices,

And the person I am in my dreams,

Distant lights in a changing land,

I hope that one day we meet.

 - s.h

(16/12/15)

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Our Power

How wonderful it is to even exist,

To live, and breathe, and feel all of this,

To see the world, to laugh and love,

With stars, endless worlds above,

How beautiful it is-

to be.

Our thoughts and dreams, our greatest fears,

Our passions, emotions, our bravest ideas,

Burst like perpetual roaring fireworks,

Our powerful souls, the flare in our hearts,

Together we light up-

the world.

There’s power in the moments we create,

The bonds we forge that never break,

The hidden worlds that we discover,

The life-changing stories we tell eachother,

Truly, our energy will last-

forever.

- s.h

(19/09/15)

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Together, we have so much strength. I think sometimes we can forget that, and we can lose hope. We have the capability to do great things and make positive changes around us. We cannot underestimate the power of unity to heal, to build and to just better experience our lives. We need to make the most of it, absolutely and completely.

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movement

so once again

we sit and stare and

try to move forward, away from here

from greying skies and lifeless air

but we finish nothing

we wait for

days, people, weather

something new, something better

new methods of distraction

whilst we live in repetition

we’re always caught-up in

the cycle

of living and dying, being mortal

light, darkness, beginnings, endings

shining moments, dying memories

and thoughts, questions, blurry movements

unfinished dreams that lie in fragments

so once again

we sit and stare and

try to move forward, away from here

scared that

we’re not getting anywhere.

- s.h

(18/09/15)

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The Race

My injured foot on the starting block,

Trembles and fumbles but that’s not all,

My anxious coach with his thick-red socks,

Cradles his head as he tries to keep cool,

‘A hundred metres, the best in the world’,

‘A final he shouldn’t be in, in his state’

A hundred chances for bright lights hurled,

A hundred chances to make my fate,

And see her face.

The floor of the track grips my tongue and my throat,

The small sibling-guns hang suspended and still,

The hard-nosed men to my left, the champion to my right,

The crowd falls silent, as we await our fight.

A burst,

A swipe,

A drive,

This is war, this is war!

The roar of the crowd, for the leading champion,

The roar of my heart, for her, ahead,

I’m in second, my feet, threatened,

I find my place, I’m ready to shock,

This is my time, to test my terror,

And I thrust and I surge and I soar and suddenly the others are speckles of dust-

in my raw, violent storm,

And I’ve got him, the expectant-confident-hostile champion,

I’ve got him, in a drive, a swipe, a burst!

And I’ve won it, I’ve won it!

But I haven’t finished my race, to find the girl with the freckled face,

My sister’s there, her fair hair and her mocking stare,

She’s there, and for us it’s all that matters. 

-s.h

(Aug 4th 2012)

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Hear My Voice

I shout!

Into the void I shout-

and scream to be remembered,

To be heard forever.

I’m just a blur between everyone else and-

centuries of history standing behind us,

Years of love, art, war, revolution,

And people forging their legacies within them,

And with so many moments, so much noise,

Nobody will ever hear my voice-

or tell my story.

For the bustling world to hear me, the caller

I must shout louder, work harder, and faster,

Will I ever make a mark?

Will my words ever light a spark

in your heart, your mind, your far-away soul?

I hope, but may never live to know,

World, don’t let me go.

For I am always battling time,

Trying to reach those far-away lights,

As seconds, minutes, hours, days,

Are forever slipping, falling away,

Please don’t make me leave this place,

For I have multitudes of energy-

to share with the world, to be set free,

Please hear me.

So from my heart comes a roaring sound,

Though my voice will forever be drowned,

Regardless, our time to live is now!

To make our mark, to be heard and found

amongst the cities and the towns,

The seas, the fields, the arctic, the desert,

The mountains that rocket into the heavens,

The light, the dark, the days that have past,

And the future, the unknown road that lies-

ahead of us.

-s.h 

15/09/15

[samalexanderhuntley]

Truth

Give me truth,

Give me honesty,

Do not decorate your words-

when you paint your picture of me-

with your perception,

No mist, no blurriness,

Please, just tell me.

I’ll face your storm,

I’ll brave the rainfall,

For truth is violent-

and wildly painful,

But truth is clear, and it frees us all,

For it is better to tread on rocky paths-

than to never even tread at all.

 - s.h

 05/09/15

[samalexanderhuntley]

I now have a new theme. c:

[samalexanderhuntley]

Dark days do happen. I suppose they make the brighter days even more beautiful.

Thoughts: #55 (11/07/15)

[samalexanderhuntley]

Hello there, new followers! I’ve been working on my “Thoughts” series. Quite simply it is comprised of my thoughts that I’d like to share with you. I will continue to put dates on when I originally thought of them just for some context. Some are new and some I wrote quite a while ago. And sometimes what I’ve done is gone back to a thought I had and ‘re-visited’ it/added to it. I quite enjoy doing that! Hope you enjoy. More writing on the way soon. 

Take care,  

Sam x

[samalexanderhuntley]

Believe in yourself. Your light shines far brighter and wider than you could ever imagine.

Thoughts: #54 (05/01/15)

[samalexanderhuntley]

Try new things, visit new places, learn and grow whenever you can.

Thoughts: #53 (31/10/2014)

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Have confidence. Be aware of your strengths. Use them. But do not discard or ignore your weaknesses. Don’t let your weaknesses dictate you; don’t let them get the better of you. But if you can accept and embrace your weaknesses, like old, stubborn friends, and are willing to work on them, you will be even stronger. You can turn them into strengths and continue on.

Thoughts: #52 (#30 revisited:11/07/15) 

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Conversation and bonding doesn’t just have to be for people that have things in common. In fact, if you don’t have much in common with me, great. I’d love to hear you talk about what you like, teach me about things I don’t know. Having things in common is lovely, but it isn’t a necessity. Differences add variety.

Thoughts: #51 (#19 revisited) (22/06/2015)