SAMANTHA GOH - POEMS

Sparkly and sweet, Samantha is based in Malaysia, and has been writing for two years. She sticks to the principle of faith, trust and pixie dust, and believes there’s magic in everyone, just waiting for the right spark to ignite it. See her other works on Instagram @writemagic99, or connect with Samantha via writemagic99@gmail.com.

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​Green Eyes

​My eyes are brown and yours are green,
I look at you and wonder what you’ve seen.
Have you seen horrors, crime or strife?
Or have you been lucky to lead a charmed life?
 
I don’t mind if you’ve more than I do,
I see that you’re pure through and through
A strong mind with talent to share,
So I don’t quite understand what’s going on out there.
 
What really sets us apart as a species?
Strength of character, true as can be
We look for response in likes, shares and views
For we as a whole have lost sight of our muse
 
Are we so shallow as to look for validation here?
We search for pride, for someone to revere.
We are the ones to blame, in whole or in part
Abandoning dreams before they even start.
 
Left in a shelf, dusty and cast away
Trying to control what we have no sway
You are not beholden to numbers or ovations
Rather more so your hopes and ambitions.
 
Grab hold of the dream
In milk, what rises is the cream.
Disregard the nasty things somepeople say
And let your faith show you the way
 
Green eyes, I warn you
There is no shortage for lack of virtue
The way forward is hard, demanding
Prepare yourself for rocky landings.
 
These lessons I’ve learnt, difficult and hard-won
My feathers are singed from flying too close to the sun
I’ve fallen back down to earth, and afraid still
That I’ve lost what I loved most: my will.
 
So look out your window, boy
And see the ships ahoy?
Don’t reconcile yourself to this fate
Never say, “Oh, it’s too late.”
 
Long ago, I had a thirst in my soul
I see it reflected in you, two halves of a whole
The spark, the gleam, the thrill
Let it take you where it will.
 
Look at me, beaten and worn through
You’ve got your whole life laid out in front of you.
Never look back, trust in your heart
And this is what will set you apart.
 
So go, green eyes, leave this behind!
You only need your heart and mind.
Know that the sky is your limit,
And I’ll be with you, if only in spirit.
 
 

​Intertwined

​I want to know you as you are, to the deepest recesses of your soul. You don’t have to mold yourself a certain way to please me. Love is a process, and we’ll learn together. I want to know your quirks, and hear your whispered ‘goodnight’ in the peace of a darkened room. Hear a symphony with me, and hear the stories told across the distances.
 
I want to ruffle your hair during a conversation, wink with a shared secret when we pass by each other. I want to peck you on the cheek with your friends watching, and glance back to see you with your hand on your cheek, holding my kiss with stars in your eyes.
 
I don’t need to see the flashiest shops and the latest movies. I want the thought, the sentiment. Bring me to a quiet picnic spot by a rushing waterfall, give me a flower to tuck behind my ear. Smile when I sing on a whim, and dance along spontaneously with me. When we jump off a cliff, I want to feel your hand in mine, fingers intertwined.
 
 
 

​More or Less

​My wish came true, my dreams were heard,
If kisses were snowflakes, I’d send you a blizzard.
What else would I give, to hold you close?
A hundred blossoms, each a red rose.
 
My life was grey, bleak and dreary,
If notes were smiles, I’d play you a symphony.
What else, you ask, for the touch of your hand?
A hundred seashells, shining upon the sand.
 
My coffers are small, my pockets shallow,
Our nights lit with the soft glow of tallow
I’ll give you laughter and loads of bright cheer,
But none of these things, that’s for sure.
 
No dresses of silk or gloves of cashmere,
Nor frequent visits to lands beyond here.
I’ll play till the strings break on my violin,
But you’ll always hear the music within.
 
There will be no lies or infidelity,
Or any sort of equal hypocrisy.
No greed, arrogance or bad temper,
To cause you any grief or whimper.
 
But enough of that, I pray you see where this brings
My final gift, a last offering
A lifetime of days, gazing across the sea,
A lifetime of days, if you’ll have me.