Son, a great philosopher once said:
“It ain’t about how hard you hit.
It’s about how hard you can get hit
And keep moving forward.
How much you can take
And keep moving forward.”
Dad, that was Rocky Balboa!
a writers journey into the unknown
poems by Samantha Malave
'Every contact leaves a trace'
broken, scarred, filled with gold
Writer - Poet - Human
Life is getting pretty serious. Not here though.
Author, Poet and lover of life
An original spoken-word performance
Welcome to my world.
It's OK, you're allowed to be funny
Let me sprinkle them onto your darkness!
drink and smoke and fuck
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Poems From The Pirate In My Soul
"She lives the poetry she cannot write" - Wilde
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