MY STORY
Sam Bucey is a junior year student at Redwood high school in Marin County. (Fall 2020 school year). They have lived in Marin their whole life and enjoy spending their free time with a friend or two. Their hobbies include writing music, working with art, and, of course, writing poetry.
PORTFOLIO OF WORK
BREATH / SAM BUCEY
breathe
it's not as easy as it seems
diving into a frozen lake we swim and shriek like children
like we were children
underwater it's a sunken void
the warmest freeze
An embrace of ice
I close my eyes
breathe
sunken chest
I got off the bus
reaching land now paved
you tried to smile
I waved
back to the house where the water behaved
back to the icy shell
a hollow cave
in my warm, welcomed shower
missing misfortune
dreaming for hours
hands break the wall of water
breaking up the lake
gasping for a taste of rest
you smile
we passed the test!
year after year
swimming in the lake
the only icy feeling
we'd never want to shake
back at labeled homes
icy undertones
waiting till the day
we'll smile on broken bones
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breathing broken air
wading in the lake
breathing under ice
the only breath we'll take
A BEAUTIFUL PLACE / SAM BUCEY
a beautiful place, a mysterious place
where dust covered fingertips cleanse sun soaked lips
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a beautiful place, a familiar face
where silence of wind fades time in time
when wrinkles will never be weights as you climb
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a beautiful place, claustrophobic open space
the horizon begs for distance
as the sky begs just listen
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a beautiful place, flowers color your face
empty land, not a hand
reach out to wind you’ll never hold
it’s undefined
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breathe
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a beautiful place, a beautiful place
a beautiful place to sing
TO SING, TO SIGH, TO LIE / SAM BUCEY
you sang symphonies
for a song one last night would remember
I arrived with the stars
at your door
your melody played in my head
oh how we sang
now I sit on the steps in the dark of the night
a slow tempo in my veins
a melody of memories never made
one last line we could never compose
I step out the doorway
stone stairs stow your imprint
I stayed upon those stones- clutching dull tones
I waited
the conductor had enough
it was far too late
he went to bed
I put my earbuds in
drown the falls with your song
a song to sing
the hope it'd bring
stone steps
no beat
no chance
I stand up
I dance
A "GOOD" POEM
A "good" poem is one that engages the reader and leaves them with feelings or thoughts. This could be through precise literary devices, or just whatever pleases the reader.