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I Always Tell Them
I Always Tell Them I always tell them; Watch the sunrise, until you can no longer see it through the thick smog of the city that you...
Sam Melton
Sep 21, 20173 min read
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If Walls Could Talk
If these walls could talk, They’d tell you about her. They would have the softest eyes, the kind you can see your reflection in, and with...
Sam Melton
Sep 2, 20172 min read
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Paper
They say that the traditional gift for your first anniversary is paper. And I think I may have figured out why. Paper is what gives a...
Sam Melton
Jul 27, 20171 min read
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Shoes (spoken word)
A month ago I turned twenty-two. But today I graduated college, the first in my family to do so. So I put on a dress like my mother...
Sam Melton
Jul 14, 20172 min read
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Dust
She was so magnetic that even the dust was attracted to her. Anything that felt lost, or too small for the space it occupied, if it...
Sam Melton
Apr 22, 20171 min read
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To My Mother
You asked; "Do people ever say something to you?" I quietly answered; "No." But I would never tell you, About the man beneath the...
Sam Melton
Mar 8, 20172 min read
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Yesterday
Yesterday, a poem about the day after the election Yesterday was the echo of thousands of voices. It was the echo of the voice of my...
Sam Melton
Nov 13, 20161 min read
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